The men of the Night's Watch stood behind their torches, waiting witharrows pulled back to their ears, as something came up that dark, slipperyslope through the snow. Vyman glanced about, as if to make certain no oneelse was in the room. They're not stopping, m'lord, a man said to Blane, and another shouted, More! Look there, coming from the trees, and yet another said, Gods ha'mercy, they's crawling. Whose blood? Whose? Rossart's, answered Jaime.
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