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"
Aye
,
"
muttered
Dywen
,
the
old
forester
.
"
Belike
the
axe
that
Othor
carried
,
m
'
lord
.
"
Jon
could
feel
his
breakfast
churning
in
his
belly
,
but
he
pressed
his
lips
together
and
made
himself
look
at
the
second
body
.
Othor
had
been
a
big
ugly
man
,
and
he
made
a
big
ugly
corpse
.
No
axe
was
in
evidence
.
Jon
remembered
Othor
;
he
had
been
the
one
bellowing
the
bawdy
song
as
the
rangers
rode
out
.
His
singing
days
were
done
.
His
flesh
was
blanched
white
as
milk
,
everywhere
but
his
hands
.
His
hands
were
black
like
Jafer
's
.
Blossoms
of
hard
cracked
blood
decorated
the
mortal
wounds
that
covered
him
like
a
rash
,
breast
and
groin
and
throat
.
Yet
his
eyes
were
still
open
.
They
stared
up
at
the
sky
,
blue
as
sapphires
.
Ser
Jaremy
stood
.
"
The
wildlings
have
axes
too
.
"
Mormont
rounded
on
him
.
"
So
you
believe
this
is
Mance
Rayder
's
work
?
This
close
to
the
Wall
?
"
"
Who
else
,
my
lord
?
"
Jon
could
have
told
him
.
He
knew
,
they
all
knew
,
yet
no
man
of
them
would
say
the
words
.
The
Others
are
only
a
story
,
a
tale
to
make
children
shiver
.
If
they
ever
lived
at
all
,
they
are
gone
eight
thousand
years
.
Even
the
thought
made
him
feel
foolish
;
he
was
a
man
grown
now
,
a
black
brother
of
the
Night
's
Watch
,
not
the
boy
who
'd
once
sat
at
Old
Nan
's
feet
with
Bran
and
Robb
and
Arya
.
Yet
Lord
Commander
Mormont
gave
a
snort
.
"
If
Ben
Stark
had
come
under
wildling
attack
a
half
day
's
ride
from
Castle
Black
,
he
would
have
returned
for
more
men
,
chased
the
killers
through
all
seven
hells
and
brought
me
back
their
heads
.
"
"
Unless
he
was
slain
as
well
,
"
Ser
Jaremy
insisted
.
The
words
hurt
,
even
now
.
It
had
been
so
long
,
it
seemed
folly
to
cling
to
the
hope
that
Ben
Stark
was
still
alive
,
but
Jon
Snow
was
nothing
if
not
stubborn
.
"
It
has
been
close
on
half
a
year
since
Benjen
left
us
,
my
lord
,
"
Ser
Jaremy
went
on
.
"
The
forest
is
vast
.
The
wildlings
might
have
fallen
on
him
anywhere
.
I
'd
wager
these
two
were
the
last
survivors
of
his
party
,
on
their
way
back
to
us
...
but
the
enemy
caught
them
before
they
could
reach
the
safety
of
the
Wall
.
The
corpses
are
still
fresh
,
these
men
can
not
have
been
dead
more
than
a
day
...
.
"
