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"
To
crows
I
be
the
Lord
o
’
Bones
.
"
The
rider
’
s
helm
was
made
from
the
broken
skull
of
a
giant
,
and
all
up
and
down
his
arms
bearclaws
had
been
sewn
to
his
boiled
leather
.
Qhorin
snorted
.
"
I
see
no
lord
.
Only
a
dog
dressed
in
chickenbones
,
who
rattles
when
he
rides
.
"
The
wildling
hissed
in
anger
,
and
his
mount
reared
.
He
did
rattle
,
Jon
could
hear
it
;
the
bones
were
strung
together
loosely
,
so
they
clacked
and
clattered
when
he
moved
.
"
It
’
s
your
bones
I
’
ll
be
rattling
soon
,
Halfhand
.
I
’
ll
boil
the
flesh
off
you
and
make
a
byrnie
from
your
ribs
.
I
’
ll
carve
your
teeth
to
cast
me
runes
,
and
eat
me
oaten
porridge
from
your
skull
.
"
"
If
you
want
my
bones
,
come
get
them
.
"
That
,
Rattleshirt
seemed
reluctant
to
do
.
His
numbers
meant
little
in
the
close
confines
of
the
rocks
where
the
black
brothers
had
taken
their
stand
;
to
winkle
them
out
of
the
cave
the
wildlings
would
need
to
come
up
two
at
a
time
.
But
another
of
his
company
edged
a
horse
up
beside
him
,
one
of
the
fighting
women
called
spearwives
.
"
We
are
four
-
and
-
ten
to
two
,
crows
,
and
eight
dogs
to
your
wolf
,
"
she
called
.
"
Fight
or
run
,
you
are
ours
.
"
"
Show
them
,
"
commanded
Rattleshirt
.
The
woman
reached
into
a
bloodstained
sack
and
drew
out
a
trophy
.
Ebben
had
been
bald
as
an
egg
,
so
she
dangled
the
head
by
an
ear
.
"
He
died
brave
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
he
died
,
"
said
Rattleshirt
,
"
same
like
you
.
"
He
freed
his
battleaxe
,
brandishing
it
above
his
head
.
Good
steel
it
was
,
with
a
wicked
gleam
to
both
blades
;
Ebben
was
never
a
man
to
neglect
his
weapons
.
The
other
wildlings
crowded
forward
beside
him
,
yelling
taunts
.
A
few
chose
Jon
for
their
mockery
.
"
Is
that
your
wolf
,
boy
?
"
a
skinny
youth
called
,
unlimbering
a
stone
flail
.
"
He
’
ll
be
my
cloak
before
the
sun
is
down
.
"
On
the
other
side
of
the
line
,
another
spearwife
opened
her
ragged
furs
to
show
Jon
a
heavy
white
breast
.
"
Does
the
baby
want
his
momma
?
Come
,
have
a
suck
o
’
this
,
boy
.
"
The
dogs
were
barking
too
.
"
They
would
shame
us
into
folly
.
"
Qhorin
gave
Jon
a
long
look
.
"
Remember
your
orders
.
"
