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Together
they
washed
the
caked
blood
from
the
direwolf
’
s
fur
.
Ghost
struggled
and
bared
his
teeth
when
Qhorin
poured
the
wine
into
the
ragged
red
gashes
the
eagle
had
left
him
,
but
Jon
wrapped
his
arms
around
him
and
murmured
soothing
words
,
and
soon
enough
the
wolf
quieted
.
By
the
time
they
’
d
ripped
a
strip
from
Jon
’
s
cloak
to
wrap
the
wounds
,
full
dark
had
settled
.
Only
a
dusting
of
stars
set
the
black
of
sky
apart
from
the
black
of
stone
.
"
Do
we
press
on
?
"
Stonesnake
wanted
to
know
.
Qhorin
went
to
his
garron
.
"
Back
,
not
on
.
"
"
Back
?
"
Jon
was
taken
by
surprise
.
"
Eagles
have
sharper
eyes
than
men
.
We
are
seen
.
So
now
we
run
.
"
The
Halfhand
wound
a
long
black
scarf
around
his
face
and
swung
up
into
the
saddle
.
The
other
rangers
exchanged
a
look
,
but
no
man
thought
to
argue
.
One
by
one
they
mounted
and
turned
their
mounts
toward
home
.
"
Ghost
,
come
,
"
he
called
,
and
the
direwolf
followed
,
a
pale
shadow
moving
through
the
night
.
All
night
they
rode
,
feeling
their
way
up
the
twisting
pass
and
through
the
stretches
of
broken
ground
.
The
wind
grew
stronger
.
Sometimes
it
was
so
dark
that
they
dismounted
and
went
ahead
on
foot
,
each
man
leading
his
garron
.
Once
Ebben
suggested
that
some
torches
might
serve
them
well
,
but
Qhorin
said
,
"
No
fire
,
"
and
that
was
the
end
of
that
.
They
reached
the
stone
bridge
at
the
summit
and
began
to
descend
again
.
Off
in
the
darkness
a
shadowcat
screamed
in
fury
,
its
voice
bouncing
off
the
rocks
so
it
seemed
as
though
a
dozen
other
‘
cats
were
giving
answer
.
Once
Jon
thought
he
saw
a
pair
of
glowing
eyes
on
a
ledge
overhead
,
as
big
as
harvest
moons
.
In
the
black
hour
before
dawn
,
they
stopped
to
let
the
horses
drink
and
fed
them
each
a
handful
of
oats
and
a
twist
or
two
of
hay
.
"
We
are
not
far
from
the
place
the
wildlings
died
,
"
said
Qhorin
.
"
From
there
,
one
man
could
hold
a
hundred
.
The
right
man
.
"
He
looked
at
Squire
Dalbridge
.
The
squire
bowed
his
head
.
"
Leave
me
as
many
arrows
as
you
can
spare
,
brothers
.
"
He
stroked
his
longbow
.
"
And
see
my
garron
has
an
apple
when
you
’
re
home
He
’
s
earned
it
,
poor
beastie
.
"
He
’
s
staying
to
die
,
Jon
realized
.
