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"
When
I
was
no
older
than
you
,
I
heard
a
brother
tell
how
he
followed
a
shadowcat
through
these
falls
.
"
He
unsaddled
his
horse
,
removed
her
bit
and
bridle
,
and
ran
his
fingers
through
her
shaggy
mane
.
"
There
is
a
way
through
the
heart
of
the
mountain
.
Come
dawn
,
if
they
have
not
found
us
,
we
will
press
on
.
The
first
watch
is
mine
,
brother
.
"
Qhorin
seated
himself
on
the
sand
,
his
back
to
a
wall
,
no
more
than
a
vague
black
shadow
in
the
gloom
of
the
cave
.
Over
the
rush
of
falling
waters
,
Jon
heard
a
soft
sound
of
steel
on
leather
that
could
only
mean
that
the
Halfhand
had
drawn
his
sword
.
He
took
off
his
wet
cloak
,
but
it
was
too
cold
and
damp
here
to
strip
down
any
further
.
Ghost
stretched
out
beside
him
and
licked
his
glove
before
curling
up
to
sleep
.
Jon
was
grateful
for
his
warmth
.
He
wondered
if
the
fire
was
still
burning
outside
,
or
if
it
had
gone
out
by
now
.
If
the
Wall
should
ever
fall
,
all
the
fires
will
go
out
.
The
moon
shone
through
the
curtain
of
falling
water
to
lay
a
shimmering
pale
stripe
across
the
sand
,
but
after
a
time
that
too
faded
and
went
dark
.
Sleep
came
at
last
,
and
with
it
nightmares
.
He
dreamed
of
burning
castles
and
dead
men
rising
unquiet
from
their
graves
.
It
was
still
dark
when
Qhorin
woke
him
.
While
the
Halfhand
slept
,
Jon
sat
with
his
back
to
the
cave
wall
,
listening
to
the
water
and
waiting
for
the
dawn
.
At
break
of
day
,
they
each
chewed
a
half
-
frozen
strip
of
horsemeat
,
then
saddled
their
garrons
once
again
,
and
fastened
their
black
cloaks
around
their
shoulders
.
During
his
watch
the
Halfhand
had
made
a
half
-
dozen
torches
,
soaking
bundles
of
dry
moss
with
the
oil
he
carried
in
his
saddlebag
.
He
lit
the
first
one
now
and
led
the
way
down
into
the
dark
,
holding
the
pale
flame
up
before
him
.
Jon
followed
with
the
horses
.
The
stony
path
twisted
and
turned
,
first
down
,
then
up
,
then
down
more
steeply
.
In
spots
it
grew
so
narrow
it
was
hard
to
convince
the
garrons
they
could
squeeze
through
.
By
the
time
we
come
out
we
will
have
lost
them
,
he
told
himself
as
they
went
.
Not
even
an
eagle
can
see
through
solid
stone
.
We
will
have
lost
them
,
and
we
will
ride
hard
for
the
Fist
,
and
tell
the
Old
Bear
all
we
know
.
But
when
they
emerged
back
into
the
light
long
hours
later
,
the
eagle
was
waiting
for
them
,
perched
on
a
dead
tree
a
hundred
feet
up
the
slope
.
Ghost
went
bounding
up
the
rocks
after
it
,
but
the
bird
flapped
its
wings
and
took
to
the
air
.
Qhorin
’
s
mouth
tightened
as
he
followed
its
flight
with
his
eyes
.
"
Here
is
as
good
a
place
as
any
to
make
a
stand
,
"
he
declared
.
"
The
mouth
of
the
cave
shelters
us
from
above
,
and
they
cannot
get
behind
us
without
passing
through
the
mountain
.
Is
your
sword
sharp
,
Jon
Snow
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
’
ll
feed
the
horses
.
They
’
ve
served
us
bravely
,
poor
beasts
.
"
