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Suddenly
Pyp
was
beside
him
.
"
Three
to
two
will
make
for
better
sport
,
"
the
small
boy
said
cheerfully
.
He
dropped
his
visor
and
slid
out
his
sword
.
Before
Jon
could
even
think
to
protest
,
Grenn
had
stepped
up
to
make
a
third
.
The
yard
had
grown
deathly
quiet
.
Jon
could
feel
Ser
Alliser
's
eyes
.
"
Why
are
you
waiting
?
"
he
asked
Rast
and
the
others
in
a
voice
gone
deceptively
soft
,
but
it
was
Jon
who
moved
first
.
Halder
barely
got
his
sword
up
in
time
.
Jon
drove
him
backward
,
attacking
with
every
blow
,
keeping
the
older
boy
on
the
heels
.
Know
your
foe
,
Ser
Rodrik
had
taught
him
once
;
Jon
knew
Halder
,
brutally
strong
but
short
of
patience
,
with
no
taste
for
defense
.
Frustrate
him
,
and
he
would
leave
himself
open
,
as
certain
as
sunset
.
The
clang
of
steel
echoed
through
the
yard
as
the
others
joined
battle
around
him
.
Jon
blocked
a
savage
cut
at
his
head
,
the
shock
of
impact
running
up
his
arm
as
the
swords
crashed
together
.
He
slammed
a
sidestroke
into
Halder
's
ribs
,
and
was
rewarded
with
a
muffled
grunt
of
pain
.
The
counterstroke
caught
Jon
on
the
shoulder
.
Chainmail
crunched
,
and
pain
flared
up
his
neck
,
but
for
an
instant
Halder
was
unbalanced
.
Jon
cut
his
left
leg
from
under
him
,
and
he
fell
with
a
curse
and
a
crash
.
Grenn
was
standing
his
ground
as
Jon
had
taught
him
,
giving
Albett
more
than
he
cared
for
,
but
Pyp
was
hard-pressed
.
Rast
had
two
years
and
forty
pounds
on
him
.
Jon
stepped
up
behind
him
and
rang
the
raper
's
helm
like
a
bell
.
As
Rast
went
reeling
,
Pyp
slid
in
under
his
guard
,
knocked
him
down
,
and
leveled
a
blade
at
his
throat
.
By
then
Jon
had
moved
on
.
Facing
two
swords
,
Albett
backed
away
.
"
I
yield
,
"
he
shouted
.
Ser
Alliser
Thorne
surveyed
the
scene
with
disgust
.
"
The
mummer
's
farce
has
gone
on
long
enough
for
today
.
"
He
walked
away
.
The
session
was
at
an
end
.
Dareon
helped
Halder
to
his
feet
.
The
quarryman
's
son
wrenched
off
his
helm
and
threw
it
across
the
yard
.
"
For
an
instant
,
I
thought
I
finally
had
you
,
Snow
.
"
"
For
an
instant
,
you
did
,
"
Jon
replied
.
Under
his
mail
and
leather
,
his
shoulder
was
throbbing
.
He
sheathed
his
sword
and
tried
to
remove
his
helm
,
but
when
he
raised
his
arm
,
the
pain
made
him
grit
his
teeth
.
"
Let
me
,
"
a
voice
said
.
Thick-fingered
hands
unfastened
helm
from
gorget
and
lifted
it
off
gently
.
"
Did
he
hurt
you
?
"
"
I
've
been
bruised
before
.
"
He
touched
his
shoulder
and
winced
.
The
yard
was
emptying
around
them
.
