Three quickstrides, and she yanked the old man's head back by the hair and opened histhroat from ear to ear. The firelight made her eyes gleam as red as the eyes ofJon's wolf. His arms achedand his legs were numb from the ropes, but after a while none of thatmattered. Gilly bound up the gash forhim, but his hand was stiff and sore, even clumsier than it had been before.
There's some mistake, he insisted. I fought for you. The queen, perhaps. This Bowen Marsh fears Lord Mormont slain, with all his strength.
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