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r off my left hand。 I got off light。 We found my brother frozen at his watch； with a smile on his face。〃
Ser Waymar shrugged。 〃You ought dress more warmly； Gared。〃
Gared glared at the lordling； the scars around his ear holes flushed red with anger where Maester Aemon had cut the ears away。 〃We'll see how warm you can dress when the winter es。〃 He pulled up his hood and hunched over his garron； silent and sullen。
〃If Gared said it was the cold 。 。 。〃 Will began。
〃Have you drawn any watches this past week； Will？〃
〃Yes； m'lord。〃 There never was a week when he did not draw a dozen bloody watches。 What was the man driving at？
〃And how did you find the Wall？〃
〃Weeping；〃 Will said； frowning。 He saw it clear enough； now that the lordling had pointed it out。 〃They couldn't have froze。 Not if the Wall was weeping。 It wasn't cold enough。〃
Royce nodded。 〃Bright lad。 We've had a few light frosts this past week； and a quick flurry of snow now and then； but surely no cold fierce enough to kill eight grown men。 Men clad in fur and leather； let me remind you； with shelter near at hand； and the means of making fire。〃 The knight's smile was cocksure。 〃Will； lead us there。 I would see these dead men for myself。〃
And then there was nothing to be done for it。 The order had been given； and honor bound them to obey。
Will went in front； his shaggy little garron picking the way carefully through the undergrowth。 A light snow had fallen the night before； and there were stones and roots and hidden sinks lying just under its crust； waiting for the careless and the unwary。 Ser Waymar Royce came next； his great black destrier snorting impatiently。 The warhorse was the wrong mount for ranging； but try and tell that to the lordling。 Gared brought up the rear。 The old man…at…arms muttered to himself as he rode。
Twilight deepened。 The cloudless sky turned a deep purple； the color of an old bruise； then faded to black。 The stars began to e out。 A half…moon rose。 Will was grateful for the light。
〃We can make a better pace than this； surely；〃 Royce said when the moon was full risen。
〃Not with this horse；〃 Will said。 Fear had made him insolent。 〃Perhaps my lord would care to take the lead？〃
Ser Waymar Royce did not deign to reply。
Somewhere off in the wood a wolf howled。
Will pulled his garron over beneath an ancient gnarled ironwood and dismounted。
〃Why are you stopping？〃 Ser Waymar asked。
〃Best go the rest of the way on foot； m'lord。 It's just over that ridge。〃
Royce paused a moment； staring off into the distance； his face reflective。 A cold wind whispered through the trees。 His great sable cloak stirred behind like something half…alive。
〃There's something wrong here；〃 Gared muttered。
The young knight gave him a disdainful smile。 〃Is there？〃
〃Can't you feel it？〃 Gared asked。 〃Listen to the darkness。〃
Will could feel it。 Four years in the Night's Watch； and he had never been so afraid。 What was it？
〃Wind。 Trees rustling。 A wolf。 Which sound is it that unmans you so； Gared？〃 When Gared did not answer； Royce slid gracefully from his saddle。 He tied the destrier securely to a low…hanging limb； well away from the other horses； and drew his longsword from its sheath。 Jewels glittered in its hilt； and the moonlight ran down the shining steel。 It was a splendid weapon； castle…forged； and new…made from the look of it。 Will doubted it had ever been swung in anger。
〃The trees press close here；〃 Will warned。 〃That sword will tangle you up； m'lord。 Better a knife。〃
〃If I need instruction； I will ask for it；〃 the young lord said。 〃Gared； stay here。 Guard the horses。〃
Gared dismounted。 〃We need a fire。 I'll see to it。〃
〃How big a fool are you； old man？ If there are enemies in this wood； a fire is the last thing we want。〃
〃There's some enemies a fire will keep away；〃 Gared said。 〃Bears and direwolves and 。。。 and other things 。 。 。〃
Ser Waymar's mouth became a hard line。 〃No fire。〃
Gared's hood shadowed his face； but Will could see the hard glitter in his eyes as he stared at the knight。 For a moment he was afraid the older man would go for his sword。 It was a short； ugly thing； its grip discolored by sweat； its edge nicked from hard use； but Will would not have given an iron bob for the lordling's life if Gared pulled it from its scabbard。
Finally Gared looked down。 〃No fire；〃 he muttered； low under his breath。
Royce took it for acquiescence and turned away。 〃Lead on；〃 he said to Will。
Will threaded their way through a thicket； then started up the slope to the low ridge where he had found his vantage point under a sentinel tree。 Under the thin crust of snow； the ground was damp and muddy； slick footing； with rocks and hidden roots to trip you up。 Will made no sound as he climbed。 Behind him； he heard the soft metallic slither of the lordling's ringmail； the rustle of leaves； and muttered curses as reaching branches grabbed at his longsword and tugged on his splendid sable cloak。
The great sentinel was right there at the top of the ridge； where Will had known it would be； its lowest branches a bare foot off the ground。 Will slid in underneath； flat on his belly in the snow and the mud； and looked down on the empty clearing below。
His heart stopped in his chest。 For a moment he dared not breathe。 Moonlight shone down on the clearing； the ashes of the firepit； the snow…covered lean…to； the great rock； the little half…frozen stream。 Everything was just as it had been a few hours ago。
They were gone。 All the bodies were gone。
〃Gods！〃 he heard behind him。 A sword slashed at a branch as Ser Waymar Royce gained the ridge。 He stood there beside the sentinel； longsword in hand； his cloak billowing behind him as the wind came up； outlined nobly against the stars for all to see。
〃Get down！〃 Will whispered urgently。 〃Something's wrong。〃
Royce did not move。 He looked down at the empty clearing and laughed。 〃Your dead men seem to have moved camp； Will。〃
Will's voice abandoned him。 He groped for words that did not e。 It was not possible。 His eyes swept back and forth over the abandoned campsite； stopped on the axe。 A huge double…bladed battle…axe； still lying where he had seen it last； untouched。 A valuable weapon 。 。 。 〃On your feet； Will；〃 Ser Waymar manded。 〃There's no one here。 I won't have you hiding under a bush。〃
Reluctantly； Will obeyed。
Ser Waymar looked him over with open disapproval。 〃I am not going back to Castle Black a failure on my first ranging。 We will find these men。〃 He glanced around。 〃Up the tree。 Be quick about it。 Look for a fire。〃
Will turned away； wordless。 There was no use to argue。 The wind was moving。 It cut right through him。 He went to the tree； a vaulting grey…green sentinel； and began to climb。 Soon his hands were sticky with sap； and he was lost among the needles。 Fear filled his gut like a meal he could not digest。 He whispered a prayer to the nameless gods of the wood； and slipped his dirk free of its sheath。 He put it between his teeth to keep both hands free for climbing。 The taste of cold iron in his mouth gave him fort。
Down below； the lordling called out suddenly； 〃Who goes there？〃 Will heard uncertainty in the challenge。 He s