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"
Ser
Jaremy
,
"
the
Old
Bear
asked
gruffly
,
"
Ben
Stark
had
six
men
with
him
when
he
rode
from
the
Wall
.
Where
are
the
others
?
"
Ser
Jaremy
shook
his
head
.
"
Would
that
I
knew
.
"
Plainly
Mormont
was
not
pleased
with
that
answer
.
"
Two
of
our
brothers
butchered
almost
within
sight
of
the
Wall
,
yet
your
rangers
heard
nothing
,
saw
nothing
.
Is
this
what
the
Night
's
Watch
has
fallen
to
?
Do
we
still
sweep
these
woods
?
"
"
Yes
,
my
lord
,
but
--
"
"
Do
we
still
mount
watches
?
"
"
We
do
,
but
--
"
"
This
man
wears
a
hunting
horn
.
"
Mormont
pointed
at
Othor
.
"
Must
I
suppose
that
he
died
without
sounding
it
?
Or
have
your
rangers
all
gone
deaf
as
well
as
blind
?
"
Ser
Jaremy
bristled
,
his
face
taut
with
anger
.
"
No
horn
was
blown
,
my
lord
,
or
my
rangers
would
have
heard
it
.
I
do
not
have
sufficient
men
to
mount
as
many
patrols
as
I
should
like
...
and
since
Benjen
was
lost
,
we
have
stayed
closer
to
the
Wall
than
we
were
wont
to
do
before
,
by
your
own
command
.
"
The
Old
Bear
grunted
.
"
Yes
.
Well
.
Be
that
as
it
may
.
"
He
made
an
impatient
gesture
.
"
Tell
me
how
they
died
.
"
Squatting
beside
the
dead
man
he
had
named
Jafer
Flowers
,
Ser
Jaremy
grasped
his
head
by
the
scalp
.
The
hair
came
out
between
his
fingers
,
brittle
as
straw
.
The
knight
cursed
and
shoved
at
the
face
with
the
heel
of
his
hand
.
A
great
gash
in
the
side
of
the
corpse
's
neck
opened
like
a
mouth
,
crusted
with
dried
blood
.
Only
a
few
ropes
of
pale
tendon
still
attached
the
head
to
the
neck
.
"
This
was
done
with
an
axe
.
"
