A light has gone outsomewhere. His scouts claim they saw youwith their own eyes, riding along beside the wildling column and wearing asheepskin cloak. These five were not the brothers he would have chosen, but they were thebrothers he had; the time had come to take them in hand. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yoursthe stars that guard us in the dark of night.
You give the order, then, Jon told the maester. With leeches. Then the flames wentlicking up from the fallen tent, and now the other two were collapsing, heavyoiled cloth settling down on the men beneath. How bad could the boy be? He snorted.
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