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"
Back
.
"
Qhorin
mounted
his
weary
garron
one
more
time
.
"
The
fire
will
draw
them
past
,
I
hope
.
Come
,
brother
.
"
Jon
pulled
on
his
gloves
again
and
raised
his
hood
.
Even
the
horses
seemed
reluctant
to
leave
the
fire
.
The
sun
was
long
gone
,
and
only
the
cold
silver
shine
of
the
half
-
moon
remained
to
light
their
way
over
the
treacherous
ground
that
lay
behind
them
.
He
did
not
know
what
Qhorin
had
in
mind
,
but
perhaps
it
was
a
chance
.
He
hoped
so
.
I
do
not
want
to
play
the
oathbreaker
,
even
for
good
reason
.
They
went
cautiously
,
moving
as
silent
as
man
and
horse
could
move
,
retracing
their
steps
until
they
reached
the
mouth
of
a
narrow
defile
where
an
icy
little
stream
emerged
from
between
two
mountains
.
Jon
remembered
the
place
.
They
had
watered
the
horses
here
before
the
sun
went
down
.
"
The
water
’
s
icing
up
,
"
Qhorin
observed
as
he
turned
aside
,
"
else
we
’
d
ride
in
the
streambed
.
But
if
we
break
the
ice
,
they
are
like
to
see
.
Keep
close
to
the
cliffs
.
There
’
s
a
crook
a
half
mile
on
that
will
hide
us
.
"
He
rode
into
the
defile
.
Jon
gave
one
last
wistful
look
to
their
distant
fire
,
and
followed
.
The
farther
in
they
went
,
the
closer
the
cliffs
pressed
to
either
side
.
They
followed
the
moonlit
ribbon
of
stream
back
toward
its
source
.
Icicles
bearded
its
stony
banks
,
but
Jon
could
still
hear
the
sound
of
rushing
water
beneath
the
thin
hard
crust
.
A
great
jumble
of
fallen
rock
blocked
their
way
partway
up
,
where
a
section
of
the
cliff
-
face
had
fallen
,
but
the
surefooted
little
garrons
were
able
to
pick
their
way
through
.
Beyond
,
the
walls
pinched
in
sharply
,
and
the
stream
led
them
to
the
foot
of
a
tall
twisting
waterfall
.
The
air
was
full
of
mist
,
like
the
breath
of
some
vast
cold
beast
.
The
tumbling
waters
shone
silver
in
the
moonlight
.
Jon
looked
about
in
dismay
.
There
is
no
way
out
.
He
and
Qhorin
might
be
able
to
climb
the
cliffs
,
but
not
with
the
horses
.
He
did
not
think
they
would
last
long
afoot
.
"
Quickly
now
,
"
the
Halfhand
commanded
.
The
big
man
on
the
small
horse
rode
over
the
ice
-
slick
stones
,
right
into
the
curtain
of
water
,
and
vanished
.
When
he
did
not
reappear
,
Jon
put
his
heels
into
his
horse
and
went
after
.
His
garron
did
his
best
to
shy
away
.
The
falling
water
slapped
at
them
with
frozen
fists
,
and
the
shock
of
the
cold
seemed
to
stop
Jon
’
s
breath
.
Then
he
was
through
;
drenched
and
shivering
,
but
through
.
The
cleft
in
the
rock
was
barely
large
enough
for
man
and
horse
to
pass
,
but
beyond
,
the
walls
opened
up
and
the
floor
turned
to
soft
sand
.
Jon
could
feel
the
spray
freezing
in
his
beard
.
Ghost
burst
through
the
waterfall
in
an
angry
rush
,
shook
droplets
from
his
fur
,
sniffed
at
the
darkness
suspiciously
,
then
lifted
a
leg
against
one
rocky
wall
.
Qhorin
had
already
dismounted
.
Jon
did
the
same
.
"
You
knew
this
place
was
here
.
"
