Night covered thestreets like a black blanket, hiding the corpses and the grey rats that cameup from the sewers to feast on them, the swarms of stinging flies. He did not think he would make much of a ranger, but the Night's Watch neededclever men as well as strong ones. Jon had never been half the hunter that Theon was, but he was no stranger tothe longbow either. He was coming to hate lakes andrivers.
Pycelle was pleased to put a name to each. He shoved aside his furs and sat. The Hound snapped his whip again, and the old drays resumedtheir weary trek. Then the spearmen must have cometo the fore, stabbing through the bars.
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