The boy is awildling. Youcan get up now, Uncle. Once Jaime might have countered with a smile and a threat, but onehandedcripples do not inspire much fear. Gold, Jaime corrected dryly.
You know nothing, Jon Snow, Ygritte would havesaid. Only then did she allow herself to smile. The habit had become part of him,and he would need his fingers to be limber to have even half a chance ofmurdering Mance Rayder. I killed athousand wildlings, took another thousand captive, and scattered the rest, butwe both know they will return.
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