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They
were
scaling
a
low
ridge
between
two
snowcapped
peaks
when
a
shadowcat
came
snarling
from
its
lair
,
not
ten
yards
away
.
The
beast
was
gaunt
and
half
-
starved
,
but
the
sight
of
it
sent
Stonesnake
’
s
mare
into
a
panic
;
she
reared
and
ran
,
and
before
the
ranger
could
get
her
back
under
control
she
had
stumbled
on
the
steep
slope
and
broken
a
leg
.
Ghost
ate
well
that
day
,
and
Qhorin
insisted
that
the
rangers
mix
some
of
the
garron
’
s
blood
with
their
oats
,
to
give
them
strength
.
The
taste
of
that
foul
porridge
almost
choked
Jon
,
but
he
forced
it
down
.
They
each
cut
a
dozen
strips
of
raw
stringy
meat
from
the
carcass
to
chew
on
as
they
rode
,
and
left
the
rest
for
the
shadowcats
.
There
was
no
question
of
riding
double
.
Stonesnake
offered
to
lay
in
wait
for
the
pursuit
and
surprise
them
when
they
came
.
Perhaps
he
could
take
a
few
of
them
with
him
down
to
hell
.
Qhorin
refused
.
"
If
any
man
in
the
Night
’
s
Watch
can
make
it
through
the
Frostfangs
alone
and
afoot
,
it
is
you
,
brother
.
You
can
go
over
mountains
that
a
horse
must
go
around
.
Make
for
the
Fist
.
Tell
Mormont
what
Jon
saw
,
and
how
.
Tell
him
that
the
old
powers
are
waking
,
that
he
faces
giants
and
wargs
and
worse
.
Tell
him
that
the
trees
have
eyes
again
.
"
He
has
no
chance
,
Jon
thought
when
he
watched
Stonesnake
vanish
over
a
snow
-
covered
ridge
,
a
tiny
black
bug
crawling
across
a
rippling
expanse
of
white
.
After
that
,
every
night
seemed
colder
than
the
night
before
,
and
more
lonely
.
Ghost
was
not
always
with
them
,
but
he
was
never
far
either
.
Even
when
they
were
apart
,
Jon
sensed
his
nearness
.
He
was
glad
for
that
.
The
Halfhand
was
not
the
most
companionable
of
men
.
Qhorin
’
s
long
grey
braid
swung
slowly
with
the
motion
of
his
horse
.
Often
they
would
ride
for
hours
without
a
word
spoken
,
the
only
sounds
the
soft
scrape
of
horseshoes
on
stone
and
the
keening
of
the
wind
,
which
blew
endlessly
through
the
heights
.
When
he
slept
,
he
did
not
dream
;
not
of
wolves
,
nor
his
brothers
,
nor
anything
.
Even
dreams
cannot
live
up
here
,
he
told
himself
.
"
Is
your
sword
sharp
,
Jon
Snow
?
"
asked
Qhorin
Halfhand
across
the
flickering
fire
.
"
My
sword
is
Valyrian
steel
.
The
Old
Bear
gave
it
to
me
.
"
"
Do
you
remember
the
words
of
your
vow
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
They
were
not
words
a
man
was
like
to
forget
.
Once
said
,
they
could
never
be
unsaid
.
They
changed
your
life
forever
.
