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"
There
are
other
ways
.
"
Stonesnake
knelt
beside
the
man
he
’
d
slain
,
stripped
him
of
cloak
and
boots
and
belt
and
vest
,
then
hoisted
the
body
over
one
thin
shoulder
and
carried
it
to
the
edge
.
He
grunted
as
he
tossed
it
over
.
A
moment
later
they
heard
a
wet
,
heavy
smack
well
below
them
.
By
then
the
ranger
had
the
second
body
down
to
the
skin
and
was
dragging
it
by
the
arms
.
Jon
took
the
feet
and
together
they
flung
the
dead
man
out
in
the
blackness
of
the
night
.
Ygritte
watched
and
said
nothing
.
She
was
older
than
he
’
d
thought
at
first
,
Jon
realized
;
maybe
as
old
as
twenty
,
but
short
for
her
age
,
bandy
-
legged
,
with
a
round
face
,
small
hands
,
and
a
pug
nose
.
Her
shaggy
mop
of
red
hair
stuck
out
in
all
directions
.
She
looked
plump
as
she
crouched
there
,
but
most
of
that
was
layers
of
fur
and
wool
and
leather
.
Underneath
all
that
she
could
be
as
skinny
as
Arya
.
"
Were
you
sent
to
watch
for
us
?
"
Jon
asked
her
.
"
You
,
and
others
.
"
Stonesnake
warmed
his
hands
over
the
fire
.
"
What
waits
beyond
the
pass
?
"
"
The
free
folk
.
"
"
How
many
?
"
"
Hundreds
and
thousands
.
More
than
you
ever
saw
,
crow
.
"
She
smiled
.
Her
teeth
were
crooked
,
but
very
white
.
She
doesn
’
t
know
how
many
.
"
Why
come
here
?
"
Ygritte
fell
silent
.
