![]() ![]() And night is falling." Ser Waymar Royce glanced at the sky with disinterest. "We have a long ride before us,"Gared pointed out. There are things to be learned even from the dead."His voice echoed, too loud in the twilit forest. "Never believe anything you hear at a woman's tit. "My wet nurse said the same thing, Will," Royce replied. "My mother told me that dead men sing no songs,"he put in. He wished it had been later rather than sooner. "If he says they are dead, that's proof enough for me." Will had known they would drag him into the quarrel sooner or later. "What proof have we?" "Will saw them,"Gared said. "We have no business with the dead." "Are they dead?"Royce asked softly. He was an old man, past fifty, and he had seen the lordlings come and go. "The wildlings are dead." "Do the dead frighten you?"Ser Waymar Royce asked with just the hint of a smile. Prologue We should start back,"Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them.
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