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The
Halfhand
eased
himself
to
the
ground
and
sat
cross
-
legged
by
the
fire
,
the
flickering
light
playing
across
the
hard
planes
of
his
face
.
Only
the
two
of
them
remained
of
the
five
rangers
who
had
fled
the
Skirling
Pass
,
back
into
the
blue
-
grey
wilderness
of
the
Frostfangs
.
At
first
Jon
had
nursed
the
hope
that
Squire
Dalbridge
would
keep
the
wildlings
bottled
up
in
the
pass
.
But
when
they
’
d
heard
the
call
of
a
far
-
off
horn
every
man
of
them
knew
the
squire
had
fallen
.
Later
they
spied
the
eagle
soaring
through
the
dusk
on
great
blue
-
grey
wings
and
Stonesnake
unslung
his
bow
,
but
the
bird
flew
out
of
range
before
he
could
so
much
as
string
it
.
Ebben
spat
and
muttered
darkly
of
wargs
and
skinchangers
.
They
glimpsed
the
eagle
twice
more
the
day
after
,
and
heard
the
hunting
horn
behind
them
echoing
against
the
mountains
.
Each
time
it
seemed
a
little
louder
,
a
little
closer
.
When
night
fell
,
the
Halfhand
told
Ebben
to
take
the
squire
’
s
garron
as
well
as
his
own
,
and
ride
east
for
Mormont
with
all
haste
,
back
the
way
they
had
come
.
The
rest
of
them
would
draw
off
the
pursuit
.
"
Send
Jon
,
"
Ebben
had
urged
.
"
He
can
ride
as
fast
as
me
.
"
"
Jon
has
a
different
part
to
play
.
"
"
He
is
half
a
boy
still
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Qhorin
,
"
he
is
a
man
of
the
Night
’
s
Watch
.
"
When
the
moon
rose
,
Ebben
parted
from
them
.
Stonesnake
went
east
with
him
a
short
way
,
then
doubled
back
to
obscure
their
tracks
,
and
the
three
who
remained
set
off
toward
the
southwest
.
After
that
the
days
and
nights
blurred
one
into
the
other
.
They
slept
in
their
saddles
and
stopped
only
long
enough
to
feed
and
water
the
garrons
,
then
mounted
up
again
.
Over
bare
rock
they
rode
,
through
gloomy
pine
forests
and
drifts
of
old
snow
,
over
icy
ridges
and
across
shallow
rivers
that
had
no
names
.
Sometimes
Qhorin
or
Stonesnake
would
loop
back
to
sweep
away
their
tracks
,
but
it
was
a
futile
gesture
.
They
were
watched
.
At
every
dawn
and
every
dusk
they
saw
the
eagle
soaring
between
the
peaks
,
no
more
than
a
speck
in
the
vastness
of
the
sky
.
