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Jon
saw
at
once
what
Sam
meant
.
He
could
see
the
torn
veins
in
the
dead
man
's
wrist
,
iron
worms
in
the
pale
flesh
.
His
blood
was
a
black
dust
.
Yet
Jaremy
Rykker
was
unconvinced
.
"
If
they
'd
been
dead
much
longer
than
a
day
,
they
'd
be
ripe
by
now
,
boy
.
They
do
n't
even
smell
.
"
Dywen
,
the
gnarled
old
forester
who
liked
to
boast
that
he
could
smell
snow
coming
on
,
sidled
closer
to
the
corpses
and
took
a
whiff
.
"
Well
,
they
're
no
pansy
flowers
,
but
...
m
'
lord
has
the
truth
of
it
.
There
's
no
corpse
stink
.
"
"
They
...
they
are
n't
rotting
.
"
Sam
pointed
,
his
fat
finger
shaking
only
a
little
.
"
Look
,
there
's
...
there
's
no
maggots
or
...
or
...
worms
or
anything
...
they
've
been
lying
here
in
the
woods
,
but
they
...
they
have
n't
been
chewed
or
eaten
by
animals
...
only
Ghost
...
otherwise
they
're
...
they
're
...
"
"
Untouched
,
"
Jon
said
softly
.
"
And
Ghost
is
different
.
The
dogs
and
the
horses
wo
n't
go
near
them
.
"
The
rangers
exchanged
glances
;
they
could
see
it
was
true
,
every
man
of
them
.
Mormont
frowned
,
glancing
from
the
corpses
to
the
dogs
.
"
Chett
,
bring
the
hounds
closer
.
"
Chett
tried
,
cursing
,
yanking
on
the
leashes
,
giving
one
animal
a
lick
of
his
boot
.
Most
of
the
dogs
just
whimpered
and
planted
their
feet
.
He
tried
dragging
one
.
The
bitch
resisted
,
growling
and
squirming
as
if
to
escape
her
collar
.
Finally
she
lunged
at
him
.
Chett
dropped
the
leash
and
stumbled
backward
.
The
dog
leapt
over
him
and
bounded
off
into
the
trees
.
"
This
...
this
is
all
wrong
,
"
Sam
Tarly
said
earnestly
.
"
The
blood
...
there
's
bloodstains
on
their
clothes
,
and
...
and
their
flesh
,
dry
and
hard
,
but
...
there
's
none
on
the
ground
,
or
...
anywhere
.
With
those
...
those
...
those
...
"
Sam
made
himself
swallow
,
took
a
deep
breath
.
"
With
those
wounds
...
terrible
wounds
...
there
should
be
blood
all
over
.
Should
n't
there
?
"
Dywen
sucked
at
his
wooden
teeth
.
"
Might
be
they
did
n't
die
here
.
Might
be
someone
brought
'em
and
left
'em
for
us
.
A
warning
,
as
like
.
"
The
old
forester
peered
down
suspiciously
.
"
And
might
be
I
'm
a
fool
,
but
I
do
n't
know
that
Othor
never
had
no
blue
eyes
afore
.
"
Ser
Jaremy
looked
startled
.
"
Neither
did
Flowers
,
"
he
blurted
,
turning
to
stare
at
the
dead
man
.
A
silence
fell
over
the
wood
.
For
a
moment
all
they
heard
was
Sam
's
heavy
breathing
and
the
wet
sound
of
Dywen
sucking
on
his
teeth
.
Jon
squatted
beside
Ghost
.
