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 〃I never knew you feared anything; Tormund。〃
 That made the wildling grin。 〃Well said; lad。 I see your cloak is black。 Mance won't like that。 If you've e to change sides again; best climb back on that Wall o' yours。〃
 〃They've sent me to treat with the King…beyond…the…Wall。〃
 〃Treat?〃 Tormund laughed。 〃Now there's a word。 Har! Mance wants to talk; that's true enough。 Can't say he'd want to talk with you; though。〃
 〃I'm the one they've sent。〃
 〃I see that。 Best e along; then。 You want to ride?〃
 〃I can walk。〃
 〃You fought us hard here。〃 Tormund turned his garron back toward the wildling camp。 〃You and your brothers。 I give you that。 Two hundred dead; and a dozen giants。 Mag himself went in that gate o' yours and never did e out。〃
 〃He died on the sword of a brave man named Donal Noye。〃
 〃Aye? Some great lord was he; this Donal Noye? One of your shiny knights in their steel smallclothes?〃
 〃A blacksmith。 He only had one arm。〃
 〃A one…armed smith slew Mag the Mighty? Har! That must o' been a fight to see。 Mance will make a song of it; see if he don't。〃 Tormund took a waterskin off his saddle and pulled the cork。 〃This will warm us some。 To Donal Noye; and Mag the Mighty。〃 He took a swig; and handed it down to Jon。
 〃To Donal Noye; and Mag the Mighty。〃 The skin was full of mead; but a mead so potent that it made Jon's eyes water and sent tendrils of fire snaking through his chest。 After the ice cell and the cold ride down in the cage; the warmth was wele。
 Tormund took the skin back and downed another swig; then wiped his mouth。 〃The Magnar of Therm swore t'us that he'd have the gate wide open; so all we'd need to do was stroll through singing。 He was going to bring the whole Wall down。〃
 〃He brought down part;〃 Jon said。 〃On his head。〃
 〃Har!〃 said Tormund。 〃Well; I never had much use for Styr。 When a man's got no beard nor hair nor ears; you can't get a good grip on him when you fight。〃 He kept his horse at a slow walk so Jon could limp beside him。 〃What happened to that leg?〃
 〃An arrow。 One of Ygritte's; I think。〃
 〃That's a woman for you。 One day she's kissing you; the next she's filling you with arrows。〃
 〃She's dead。〃
 〃Aye?〃 Tormund gave a sad shake of the head。 〃A waste。 If I'd been ten years younger; I'd have stolen her meself。 That hair she had。 Well; the hottest fires burn out quickest;〃 He lifted the skin of mead。 〃To Ygritte; kissed by fire!〃 He drank deep。
 〃To Ygritte; kissed by fire;〃 Jon repeated when Tormund handed him back the skin。 He drank even deeper。
 〃Was it you killed her?〃
 〃My brother。〃 Jon had never learned which one; and hoped he never would。
 〃You bloody crows。〃 Tormund's tone was gruff; yet strangely gentle。
 〃That Longspear stole me daughter。 Munda; me little autumn apple。 Took her right out o' my tent with all four o' her brothers about。 Toregg slept through it; the great lout; and Torwynd 。 。 。 well; Torwynd the Tame; that says all that needs saying; don't it? The young ones gave the lad a fight; though。〃
 〃And Munda?〃 asked Jon。
 〃She's my own blood;〃 said Tormund proudly。 〃She broke his lip for him and bit one ear half off; and I hear he's got so many scratches on his back he can't wear a cloak。 She likes him well enough; though。 And why not? He don't fight with no spear; you know。 Never has。 So where do you think he got that name? Har!〃
 Jon had to laugh。 Even now; even here。 Ygritte had been fond of Longspear Ryk。 He hoped he found some joy with Tormund's Munda。 Someone needed to find some joy somewhere。
 〃You know nothing; Jon Snow;〃 Ygritte would have told him。 I know that I am going to die; he thought。 I know that much; at least。 〃All men die;〃 he could almost hear her say; 〃and women too; and every beast that flies or swims or runs。 it's not the when o' dying that matters; it's the how of it; Jon Snow。〃 Easy for you to say; he thought back。 You died brave in battle; storming the castle of a foe。 I'm going to die a turncloak and a killer。 Nor would his death be quick; unless it came on the end of Mance's sword。
 Soon they were among the tents。 It was the usual wildling camp; a sprawling jumble of cookfires and piss pits; children and goats wandering freely; sheep bleating among the trees; horse hides pegged up to dry。 There was no plan to it; no order; no defenses。 But there were men and women and animals everywhere。
 Many ignored him; but for every one who went about his business there were ten who stopped to stare; children squatting by the fires; old women in dog carts; cave dwellers with painted faces; raiders with claws and snakes and severed heads painted on their shields; all turned to have a look。 Jon saw spearwives too; their long hair streaming in the piney wind that sighed between the trees。
 There were no true hills here; but Mance Rayder's white fur tent had been raised on a spot of high stony ground right on the edge of the trees。 The King…beyond…the…Wall was waiting outside; his ragged red…and…black cloak blowing in the wind。 Harma Dogshead was with him; Jon saw; back from her raids and feints along the Wall; and Varamyr Sixskins as well; attended by his shadowcat and two lean grey wolves。
 When they saw who the Watch had sent; Harma turned her head and spat; and one of Varamyr's wolves bared its teeth and growled。 〃You must be very brave or very stupid; Jon Snow;〃 Mance Rayder said; 〃to e back to us wearing a black cloak。〃
 〃What else would a man of the Night's Watch wear?〃
 〃Kill him;〃 urged Harma。 〃Send his body back up in that cage o' theirs and tell them to send us someone else。 I'll keep his head for my standard。 A turncloak's worse than a dog。〃
 〃I warned you he was false。〃 Varamyr's tone was mild; but his shadowcat was staring at Jon hungrily through slitted grey eyes。 〃I never did like the smell o' him。〃
 〃Pull in your claws; beastling。〃 Tormund Giantsbane swung down off his horse。 〃The lad's here to hear。 You lay a paw on him; might be I'll take me that shadowskin cloak I been wanting。〃
 〃Tormund Crowlover;〃 Harma sneered。 〃You are a great sack o'wind; old man。〃
 The skinchanger was grey…faced; round…shouldered; and bald; a mouse of a man with a wolfling's eyes。 〃Once a horse is broken to the saddle; any man can mount him;〃 he said in a soft voice。 〃Once a beast's been joined to a man; any skinchanger can slip inside and ride him。 Orell was withering inside his feathers; so I took the eagle for my own。 But the joining works both ways; warg。 Orell lives inside me now; whispering how much he hates you。 And I can soar above the Wall; and see with eagle eyes。〃
 〃So we know;〃 said Mance。 〃We know how few you were; when you stopped the turtle。 We know how many came from Eastwatch。 We know how your supplies have dwindled。 Pitch; oil; arrows; spears。 Even your stair is gone; and that cage can only lift so many。 We know。 And now you know we know。〃 He opened the flap of the tent。 〃e inside。 The rest of you; wait here。〃
 〃What; even me?〃 said Tormund。
 〃Particularly you。 Always。〃
 It was warm within。 A small fire burned beneath the smoke holes; and a brazier smouldered near the pile of furs where Dalla lay; pale and sweating。 Her sister was holding her hand。 Val; Jon remembered。 〃I was sorry when Jarl fell;〃 he told her。
 Val looked at him with pale grey eyes。 〃He always climbed too fast。〃 She was as fair as he'd remembered; slender; full…breasted; graceful even at rest; with high sharp cheekbones and a thick braid of honey…colored hair that fell to her waist。
 〃Dalla's time is near;〃 Mance explained。 〃She and Val will stay。 They know what I mean to say。〃
 Jon kept his face as still as ice。 Foul enough to slay a man in his own tent under truce。 Must I murder him in front of his wife as their child is being born? He closed the fingers of his sword hand。 Mance was not wearing armor; but his own sword was sheathed on his left hip。 And there were other weapons in the tent; daggers and dirks; a bow and a quiver of arrows; a bronze…headed spear lying beside that big black 。 。 。
  。 。 。 horn。
 Jon sucked in his breath。
 A warhorn; a bloody great warhorn。
 〃Yes;〃 Mance said。 〃The Horn of Winter; that Joramun once blew to wake giants from the earth。〃
 The horn was huge; eight feet along the curve and so wide at the mouth that he could have put his arm inside up to the elbow。 If this came from an aurochs; it was the biggest that ever lived。 At first he thought the bands around it were bronze; but when he moved closer he realized they were gold。 Old gold; more brown than yellow; and graven with runes。
 〃Ygritte said you never found the hom。〃
 〃Did you think only crows could lie? I liked you well enough; for a bastard 。 。 。 but I never trusted you。 A man needs to earn my trust。〃
 Jon faced him。 〃If you've had the Hom of Joramun all along; why haven't you used it? Why bother building turtles and sending Thenns to kill us in our beds? If this hom is all the songs say; why not just sound it and be done?〃
 It was Dalla who answered him; Dalla great with child; lying on her pile of furs beside the brazier。 〃We free folk know things you kneelers have forgotten。 Sometimes the short road is not the safest; Jon Snow。 The Homed Lord once said that sorcery is a sword without a hilt。 There is no safe way to grasp it。〃
 Mance ran a hand along the curve of the great horn。 〃No man goes hunting with only one arrow in his quiver;〃 he said。 〃I had hoped that Styr and Jarl would take your brothers unawares; and open the gate for us。 I drew your garrison away with feints and raids and secondary attacks。 Bowen Marsh swallowed that lure as I knew he would; but your band of cripples and orphans proved to be more stubborn than anticipated。 Don't think you've stopped us; though。 The truth is; you are too few and we are too many。 I could continue the attack here and still send ten thousand men to cross the Bay of Seals on rafts and take Eastwatch from the rear。 I could storm the Shadow Tower too; I know the approaches as well as any man alive。 I could send men and mammoths to dig out the gates at the castles you've abandoned; all of them at once。〃
 〃Why don't you; then?〃 Jon could have drawn Longclaw then; but he wanted to hear what the wildling had to say。
 〃Blood;〃 said Mance Rayder。 〃I'd win in the end; yes; but

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