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Grenn
was
sixteen
and
a
head
taller
than
Jon
.
All
four
of
them
were
bigger
than
he
was
,
but
they
did
not
scare
him
.
He
'd
beaten
every
one
of
them
in
the
yard
.
"
Maybe
we
'll
break
you
,
"
one
of
the
rapers
said
.
"
Try
.
"
Jon
reached
back
for
his
sword
,
but
one
of
them
grabbed
his
arm
and
twisted
it
behind
his
back
.
"
You
make
us
look
bad
,
"
complained
Toad
.
"
You
looked
bad
before
I
ever
met
you
,
"
Jon
told
him
.
The
boy
who
had
his
arm
jerked
upward
on
him
,
hard
.
Pain
lanced
through
him
,
but
Jon
would
not
cry
out
.
Toad
stepped
close
.
"
The
little
lordling
has
a
mouth
on
him
,
"
he
said
.
He
had
pig
eyes
,
small
and
shiny
.
"
Is
that
your
mommy
's
mouth
,
bastard
?
What
was
she
,
some
whore
?
Tell
us
her
name
.
Maybe
I
had
her
a
time
or
two
.
"
He
laughed
.
Jon
twisted
like
an
eel
and
slammed
a
heel
down
across
the
instep
of
the
boy
holding
him
.
There
was
a
sudden
cry
of
pain
,
and
he
was
free
.
He
flew
at
Toad
,
knocked
him
backward
over
a
bench
,
and
landed
on
his
chest
with
both
hands
on
his
throat
,
slamming
his
head
against
the
packed
earth
.
The
two
from
the
Fingers
pulled
him
off
,
throwing
him
roughly
to
the
ground
.
Grenn
began
to
kick
at
him
.
Jon
was
rolling
away
from
the
blows
when
a
booming
voice
cut
through
the
gloom
of
the
armory
.
"
STOP
THIS
!
NOW
!
"
Jon
pulled
himself
to
his
feet
.
Donal
Noye
stood
glowering
at
them
.
"
The
yard
is
for
fighting
,
"
the
armorer
said
.
"
Keep
your
quarrels
out
of
my
armory
,
or
I
'll
make
them
my
quarrels
.
You
wo
n't
like
that
.
"
Toad
sat
on
the
floor
,
gingerly
feeling
the
back
of
his
head
.
His
fingers
came
away
bloody
.
"
He
tried
to
kill
me
.
"
