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She
shrugged
.
"
Might
be
it
did
,
might
be
it
didn
’
t
.
It
is
a
good
song
,
though
.
My
mother
used
to
sing
it
to
me
.
She
was
a
woman
too
,
Jon
Snow
.
Like
yours
.
"
She
rubbed
her
throat
where
his
dirk
had
cut
her
.
"
The
song
ends
when
they
find
the
babe
,
but
there
is
a
darker
end
to
the
story
.
Thirty
years
later
,
when
Bael
was
King
-
beyond
-
the
-
Wall
and
led
the
free
folk
south
,
it
was
young
Lord
Stark
who
met
him
at
the
Frozen
Ford
.
.
.
and
killed
him
,
for
Bael
would
not
harm
his
own
son
when
they
met
sword
to
sword
.
"
"
So
the
son
slew
the
father
instead
,
"
said
Jon
.
"
Aye
,
"
she
said
,
"
but
the
gods
hate
kinslayers
,
even
when
they
kill
unknowing
.
When
Lord
Stark
returned
from
the
battle
and
his
mother
saw
Bael
’
s
head
upon
his
spear
,
she
threw
herself
from
a
tower
in
her
grief
.
Her
son
did
not
long
outlive
her
.
One
o
’
his
lords
peeled
the
skin
off
him
and
wore
him
for
a
cloak
.
"
"
Your
Bael
was
a
liar
,
"
he
told
her
,
certain
now
.
"
No
,
"
Ygritte
said
,
"
but
a
bard
’
s
truth
is
different
than
yours
or
mine
.
Anyway
,
you
asked
for
the
story
,
so
I
told
it
.
"
She
turned
away
from
him
,
closed
her
eyes
,
and
seemed
to
sleep
.
Dawn
and
Qhorin
Halfhand
arrived
together
.
The
black
stones
had
turned
to
grey
and
the
eastern
sky
had
gone
indigo
when
Stonesnake
spied
the
rangers
below
,
wending
their
way
upward
.
Jon
woke
his
captive
and
held
her
by
the
arm
as
they
descended
to
meet
them
.
Thankfully
,
there
was
another
way
off
the
mountain
to
the
north
and
west
,
along
paths
much
gentler
than
the
one
that
had
brought
them
up
here
.
They
were
waiting
in
a
narrow
defile
when
their
brothers
appeared
,
leading
their
garrons
.
Ghost
raced
ahead
at
first
scent
of
them
.
Jon
squatted
to
let
the
direwolf
close
his
jaws
around
his
wrist
,
tugging
his
hand
back
and
forth
.
It
was
a
game
they
played
.
But
when
he
glanced
up
,
he
saw
Ygritte
watching
with
eyes
as
wide
and
white
as
hen
’
s
eggs
.
Qhorin
Halfhand
made
no
comment
when
he
saw
the
prisoner
.
"
There
were
three
,
"
Stonesnake
told
him
.
No
more
than
that
.
"
We
passed
two
,
"
Ebben
said
,
"
or
what
the
cats
had
left
of
them
.
"
He
eyed
the
girl
sourly
,
suspicion
plain
on
his
face
.
"
She
yielded
,
"
Jon
felt
compelled
to
say
.
