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"
I
see
flowering
hasn
’
t
made
you
any
brighter
,
"
said
Cersei
.
"
Sansa
,
permit
me
to
share
a
bit
of
womanly
wisdom
with
you
on
this
very
special
day
.
Love
is
poison
.
A
sweet
poison
,
yes
,
but
it
will
kill
you
all
the
same
.
"
It
was
dark
in
the
Skirling
Pass
.
The
great
stone
flanks
of
the
mountains
hid
the
sun
for
most
of
the
day
,
so
they
rode
in
shadow
,
the
breath
of
man
and
horse
steaming
in
the
cold
air
.
Icy
fingers
of
water
trickled
down
from
the
snowpack
above
into
small
frozen
pools
that
cracked
and
broke
beneath
the
hooves
of
their
garrons
.
Sometimes
they
would
see
a
few
weeds
struggling
from
some
crack
in
the
rock
or
a
splotch
of
pale
lichen
,
but
there
was
no
grass
,
and
they
were
above
the
trees
now
.
The
track
was
as
steep
as
it
was
narrow
,
wending
its
way
ever
upward
.
Where
the
pass
was
so
constricted
that
rangers
had
to
go
single
-
file
,
Squire
Dalbridge
would
take
the
lead
,
scanning
the
heights
as
he
went
,
his
longbow
ever
close
to
hand
.
It
was
said
he
had
the
keenest
eyes
in
the
Night
’
s
Watch
.
Ghost
padded
restlessly
by
Jon
’
s
side
.
From
time
to
time
he
would
stop
and
turn
,
his
ears
pricked
,
as
if
he
heard
something
behind
them
.
Jon
did
not
think
the
shadowcats
would
attack
living
men
,
not
unless
they
were
starving
,
but
he
loosened
Longclaw
in
its
scabbard
even
so
.
A
wind
-
carved
arch
of
grey
stone
marked
the
highest
point
of
the
pass
.
Here
the
way
broadened
as
it
began
its
long
descent
toward
the
valley
of
the
Milkwater
.
Qhorin
decreed
that
they
would
rest
here
until
the
shadows
began
to
grow
again
.
"
Shadows
are
friends
to
men
in
black
,
"
he
said
.
Jon
saw
the
sense
of
that
.
It
would
be
pleasant
to
ride
in
the
light
for
a
time
,
to
let
the
bright
mountain
sun
soak
through
their
cloaks
and
chase
the
chill
from
their
bones
,
but
they
dared
not
.
Where
there
were
three
watchers
there
might
be
others
,
waiting
to
sound
the
alarm
.
Stonesnake
curled
up
under
his
ragged
fur
cloak
and
was
asleep
almost
at
once
.
Jon
shared
his
salt
beef
with
Ghost
while
Ebben
and
Squire
Dalbridge
fed
the
horses
.
Qhorin
Halfhand
sat
with
his
back
to
a
rock
,
honing
the
edge
of
his
longsword
with
long
slow
strokes
.
Jon
watched
the
ranger
for
a
few
moments
,
then
summoned
his
courage
and
went
to
him
.
"
My
lord
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
never
asked
me
how
it
went
.
With
the
girl
.
"
"
I
am
no
lord
,
Jon
Snow
.
"
Qhorin
slid
the
stone
smoothly
along
the
steel
with
his
two
-
fingered
hand
.
"
She
told
me
Mance
would
take
me
,
if
I
ran
with
her
.
"
