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Qhorin
clasped
the
squire
’
s
forearm
with
a
gloved
hand
.
"
If
the
eagle
flies
down
for
a
look
at
you
.
.
.
"
"
.
.
.
he
’
ll
sprout
some
new
feathers
.
"
The
last
Jon
saw
of
Squire
Dalbridge
was
his
back
as
he
clambered
up
the
narrow
path
to
the
heights
.
When
dawn
broke
,
Jon
looked
up
into
a
cloudless
sky
and
saw
a
speck
moving
through
the
blue
.
Ebben
saw
it
too
,
and
cursed
,
but
Qhorin
told
him
to
be
quiet
.
"
Listen
.
"
Jon
held
his
breath
,
and
heard
it
.
Far
away
and
behind
them
,
the
call
of
a
hunting
horn
echoed
against
the
mountains
.
"
And
now
they
come
,
"
said
Qhorin
.
Pod
dressed
him
for
his
ordeal
in
a
plush
velvet
tunic
of
Lannister
crimson
and
brought
him
his
chain
of
office
.
Tyrion
left
it
on
the
bedside
table
.
His
sister
misliked
being
reminded
that
he
was
the
King
’
s
Hand
,
and
he
did
not
wish
to
inflame
the
relations
between
them
any
further
.
Varys
caught
up
with
him
as
he
was
crossing
the
yard
.
"
My
lord
,
"
he
said
,
a
little
out
of
breath
.
"
You
had
best
read
this
at
once
.
"
He
held
out
a
parchment
in
a
soft
white
hand
.
"
A
report
from
the
north
.
"
"
Good
news
or
bad
?
"
Tyrion
asked
.
"
That
is
not
for
me
to
judge
.
"
