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When
he
found
the
courage
to
look
again
,
a
long
time
had
passed
,
and
the
ridge
below
was
empty
.
He
stayed
in
the
tree
,
scarce
daring
to
breathe
,
while
the
moon
crept
slowly
across
the
black
sky
.
Finally
,
his
muscles
cramping
and
his
fingers
numb
with
cold
,
he
climbed
down
Royce
's
body
lay
facedown
in
the
snow
,
one
arm
outflung
.
The
thick
sable
cloak
had
been
slashed
in
a
dozen
places
.
Lying
dead
like
that
,
you
saw
how
young
he
was
.
A
boy
.
He
found
what
was
left
of
the
sword
a
few
feet
away
,
the
end
splintered
and
twisted
like
a
tree
struck
by
lightning
.
Will
knelt
,
looked
around
warily
,
and
snatched
it
up
.
The
broken
sword
would
be
his
proof
.
Gared
would
know
what
to
make
of
it
,
and
if
not
him
,
then
surely
that
old
bear
Mormont
or
Maester
Aemon
.
Would
Gared
still
be
waiting
with
the
horses
?
He
had
to
hurry
.
Will
rose
.
Ser
Waymar
Royce
stood
over
him
.
His
fine
clothes
were
a
tatter
,
his
face
a
ruin
.
A
shard
from
his
sword
transfixed
the
blind
white
pupil
of
his
left
eye
.
The
right
eye
was
open
.
The
pupil
burned
blue
.
It
saw
.
The
broken
sword
fell
from
nerveless
fingers
.
Will
closed
his
eyes
to
pray
.
Long
,
elegant
hands
brushed
his
cheek
,
then
tightened
around
his
throat
.
They
were
gloved
in
the
finest
moleskin
and
sticky
with
blood
,
yet
the
touch
was
icy
cold
.
The
morning
had
dawned
clear
and
cold
,
with
a
crispness
that
hinted
at
the
end
of
summer
.
They
set
forth
at
daybreak
to
see
a
man
beheaded
,
twenty
in
all
,
and
Bran
rode
among
them
,
nervous
with
excitement
.
This
was
the
first
time
he
had
been
deemed
old
enough
to
go
with
his
lord
father
and
his
brothers
to
see
the
king
's
justice
done
.
It
was
the
ninth
year
of
summer
,
and
the
seventh
of
Bran
's
life
.
The
man
had
been
taken
outside
a
small
holdfast
in
the
hills
.
Robb
thought
he
was
a
wildling
,
his
sword
sworn
to
Mance
Rayder
,
the
King-beyond-the-Wall
.
It
made
Bran
's
skin
prickle
to
think
of
it
.
He
remembered
the
hearth
tales
Old
Nan
told
them
.
The
wildlings
were
cruel
men
,
she
said
,
slavers
and
slayers
and
thieves
.
They
consorted
with
giants
and
ghouls
,
stole
girl
children
in
the
dead
of
night
,
and
drank
blood
from
polished
horns
.
And
their
women
lay
with
the
Others
in
the
Long
Night
to
sire
terrible
half-human
children
.
