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"
Can
you
see
anything
?
"
He
was
turning
in
a
slow
circle
,
suddenly
wary
,
his
sword
in
hand
.
He
must
have
felt
them
,
as
Will
felt
them
.
There
was
nothing
to
see
.
"
Answer
me
!
Why
is
it
so
cold
?
"
It
was
cold
.
Shivering
,
Will
clung
more
tightly
to
his
perch
.
His
face
pressed
hard
against
the
trunk
of
the
sentinel
.
He
could
feel
the
sweet
,
sticky
sap
on
his
cheek
.
A
shadow
emerged
from
the
dark
of
the
wood
.
It
stood
in
front
of
Royce
.
Tall
,
it
was
,
and
gaunt
and
hard
as
old
bones
,
with
flesh
pale
as
milk
.
Its
armor
seemed
to
change
color
as
it
moved
;
here
it
was
white
as
new-fallen
snow
,
there
black
as
shadow
,
everywhere
dappled
with
the
deep
grey-green
of
the
trees
.
The
patterns
ran
like
moonlight
on
water
with
every
step
it
took
.
Will
heard
the
breath
go
out
of
Ser
Waymar
Royce
in
a
long
hiss
.
"
Come
no
farther
,
"
the
lordling
warned
.
His
voice
cracked
like
a
boy
's
.
He
threw
the
long
sable
cloak
back
over
his
shoulders
,
to
free
his
arms
for
battle
,
and
took
his
sword
in
both
hands
.
The
wind
had
stopped
.
It
was
very
cold
.
The
Other
slid
forward
on
silent
feet
.
In
its
hand
was
a
longsword
like
none
that
Will
had
ever
seen
.
No
human
metal
had
gone
into
the
forging
of
that
blade
.
It
was
alive
with
moonlight
,
translucent
,
a
shard
of
crystal
so
thin
that
it
seemed
almost
to
vanish
when
seen
edge-on
.
There
was
a
faint
blue
shimmer
to
the
thing
,
a
ghost-light
that
played
around
its
edges
,
and
somehow
Will
knew
it
was
sharper
than
any
razor
.
Ser
Waymar
met
him
bravely
.
"
Dance
with
me
then
.
"
He
lifted
his
sword
high
over
his
head
,
defiant
.
His
hands
trembled
from
the
weight
of
it
,
or
perhaps
from
the
cold
.
Yet
in
that
moment
,
Will
thought
,
he
was
a
boy
no
longer
,
but
a
man
of
the
Night
's
Watch
.
The
Other
halted
.
Will
saw
its
eyes
;
blue
,
deeper
and
bluer
than
any
human
eyes
,
a
blue
that
burned
like
ice
.
They
fixed
on
the
longsword
trembling
on
high
,
watched
the
moonlight
running
cold
along
the
metal
.
For
a
heartbeat
he
dared
to
hope
.
They
emerged
silently
from
the
shadows
,
twins
to
the
first
.
Three
of
them
...
four
...
five
...
Ser
Waymar
may
have
felt
the
cold
that
came
with
them
,
but
he
never
saw
them
,
never
heard
them
.
Will
had
to
call
out
.
It
was
his
duty
.
And
his
death
,
if
he
did
.
He
shivered
,
and
hugged
the
tree
,
and
kept
the
silence
.
The
pale
sword
came
shivering
through
the
air
.
