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Jon
gave
his
garron
the
last
of
the
oats
and
stroked
his
shaggy
mane
while
Ghost
prowled
restlessly
amongst
the
rocks
.
He
pulled
his
gloves
on
tighter
and
flexed
his
burnt
fingers
.
I
am
the
shield
that
guards
the
realms
of
men
.
A
hunting
horn
echoed
through
the
mountains
,
and
a
moment
later
Jon
heard
the
baying
of
hounds
.
"
They
will
be
with
us
soon
,
"
announced
Qhorin
.
"
Keep
your
wolf
in
hand
.
"
"
Ghost
,
to
me
,
"
Jon
called
.
The
direwolf
returned
reluctantly
to
his
side
,
tail
held
stiffly
behind
him
.
The
wildlings
came
boiling
over
a
ridge
not
half
a
mile
away
.
Their
hounds
ran
before
them
,
snarling
grey
-
brown
beasts
with
more
than
a
little
wolf
in
their
blood
.
Ghost
bared
his
teeth
,
his
fur
bristling
.
"
Easy
,
"
Jon
murmured
.
"
Stay
.
"
Overhead
he
heard
a
rustle
of
wings
.
The
eagle
landed
on
an
outcrop
of
rock
and
screamed
in
triumph
.
The
hunters
approached
warily
,
perhaps
fearing
arrows
.
Jon
counted
fourteen
,
with
eight
dogs
.
Their
large
round
shields
were
made
of
skins
stretched
over
woven
wicker
and
painted
with
skulls
.
About
half
of
them
hid
their
faces
behind
crude
helms
of
wood
and
boiled
leather
.
On
either
wing
,
archers
notched
shafts
to
the
strings
of
small
wood
-
and
-
horn
bows
,
but
did
not
loose
.
The
rest
seemed
to
be
armed
with
spears
and
mauls
.
One
had
a
chipped
stone
axe
.
They
wore
only
what
bits
of
armor
they
had
looted
from
dead
rangers
or
stolen
during
raids
.
Wildlings
did
not
mine
or
smelt
,
and
there
were
few
smiths
and
fewer
forges
north
of
the
Wall
.
Qhorin
drew
his
longsword
.
The
tale
of
how
he
had
taught
himself
to
fight
with
his
left
hand
after
losing
half
of
his
right
was
part
of
his
legend
;
it
was
said
that
he
handled
a
blade
better
now
than
he
ever
had
before
.
Jon
stood
shoulder
to
shoulder
with
the
big
ranger
and
pulled
Longclaw
from
its
sheath
.
Despite
the
chill
in
the
air
,
sweat
stung
his
eyes
.
Ten
yards
below
the
cave
mouth
the
hunters
halted
.
Their
leader
came
on
alone
,
riding
a
beast
that
seemed
more
goat
than
horse
,
from
the
surefooted
way
it
climbed
the
uneven
slope
.
As
man
and
mount
grew
nearer
Jon
could
hear
them
clattering
;
both
were
armored
in
bones
.
Cow
bones
,
sheep
bones
,
the
bones
of
goats
and
aurochs
and
elk
,
the
great
bones
of
the
hairy
mammoths
.
.
.
and
human
bones
as
well
.
"
Rattleshirt
,
"
Qhorin
called
down
,
icy
-
polite
.
