A half moon was sliding in andout amongst thin high clouds, and Davos could see familiar stars. Reading was hard on the eyes, that much he hadlearned early. And there were other weaponsin the tent, daggers and dirks, a bow and aquiver of arrows, a bronze-headed spear lying beside that big black . And he feared for Ygritte as well.
Nor would hisdeath be quick, unless it came on the end of Mance's sword. She fell off herhorse and cracked her head. Tyrion laughed in his face. They passed a driftwood firewhere a hundred people had gathered to roast the carcass of a horse.
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