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A warhorn； a bloody great warhorn。
〃Yes；〃 Mance said。 〃The Horn of Winter； that Joramun once blew to wake giants from the earth。〃
The horn was huge； eight feet along the curve and so wide at the mouth that he could have put his arm inside up to the elbow。 If this came from an aurochs； it was the biggest that ever lived。 At first he thought the bands around it were bronze； but when he moved closer he realized they were gold。 Old gold； more brown than yellow； and graven with runes。
〃Ygritte said you never found the hom。〃
〃Did you think only crows could lie？ I liked you well enough； for a bastard 。 。 。 but I never trusted you。 A man needs to earn my trust。〃
Jon faced him。 〃If you've had the Hom of Joramun all along； why haven't you used it？ Why bother building turtles and sending Thenns to kill us in our beds？ If this hom is all the songs say； why not just sound it and be done？〃
It was Dalla who answered him； Dalla great with child； lying on her pile of furs beside the brazier。 〃We free folk know things you kneelers have forgotten。 Sometimes the short road is not the safest； Jon Snow。 The Homed Lord once said that sorcery is a sword without a hilt。 There is no safe way to grasp it。〃
Mance ran a hand along the curve of the great horn。 〃No man goes hunting with only one arrow in his quiver；〃 he said。 〃I had hoped that Styr and Jarl would take your brothers unawares； and open the gate for us。 I drew your garrison away with feints and raids and secondary attacks。 Bowen Marsh swallowed that lure as I knew he would； but your band of cripples and orphans proved to be more stubborn than anticipated。 Don't think you've stopped us； though。 The truth is； you are too few and we are too many。 I could continue the attack here and still send ten thousand men to cross the Bay of Seals on rafts and take Eastwatch from the rear。 I could storm the Shadow Tower too； I know the approaches as well as any man alive。 I could send men and mammoths to dig out the gates at the castles you've abandoned； all of them at once。〃
〃Why don't you； then？〃 Jon could have drawn Longclaw then； but he wanted to hear what the wildling had to say。
〃Blood；〃 said Mance Rayder。 〃I'd win in the end； yes； but you'd bleed me； and my people have bled enough。〃
〃Your losses haven't been that heavy。〃
〃Not at your hands。〃 Mance studied Jon's face。 〃You saw the Fist of the First Men。 You know what happened there。 You know what we are facing。〃
〃The Others 。 。 。
〃They grow stronger as the days grow shorter and the nights colder。 First they kill you； then they send your dead against you。 The giants have not been able to stand against them； nor the Thenns； the ice river clans； the Homfoots。〃
〃Nor you？〃
〃Nor me。〃 There was anger in that admission； and bitterness too deep for words。 〃Raymun Redbeard； Bael the Bard； Gendel and Gorne； the Homed Lord； they all came south to conquer； but I've e with my tail between my legs to hide behind your Wall。〃 He touched the hom。 again。 〃If I sound the Hom of Winter； the Wall will fall。 Or so the songs would have me believe。 There are those among my people who want nothing more 。 。 。〃
〃But once the Wall is fallen；〃 Dalla said； 〃what will stop the Others？〃
Mance gave her a fond smile。 〃It's a wise woman I've found。 A true queen。〃 He turned back to Jon。 〃Go back and tell them to open their gate and let us pass。 If they do； I will give them the hom； and the Wall will stand until the end of days。〃
Open the gate and let them pass。 Easy to say； but what must follow？ Giants camping in the ruins of Winterfell？ Cannibals in the wolfswood； chariots sweeping across the barrowlands； free folk stealing the daughters of shipwrights and silversmiths from White Harbor and fishwives off the Stony Shore？ 〃Are you a true king？〃 Jon asked suddenly。
〃I've never had a crown on my head or sat my arse on a bloody throne； if that's what you're asking；〃 Mance replied。 〃My birth is as low as a man's can get； no septon's ever smeared my head with oils； I don't own any castles； and my queen wears furs and amber； not silk and sapphires。 I am my own champion； my own fool； and my own harpist。 You don't bee King…beyond…the…Wall because your father was。 The free folk won't follow a name； and they don't care which brother was born first。 They follow fighters。 When I left the Shadow Tower there were five men making noises about how they might be the stuff of kings。 Tormund was one； the Magnar another。 The other three I slew； when they made it plain they'd sooner fight than follow。〃
〃You can kill your enemies；〃 Jon said bluntly； 〃but can you rule your friends？ If we let your people pass； are you strong enough to make them keep the king's peace and obey the laws？〃
〃Whose laws？ The laws of Winterfell and King's Landing？〃 Mance laughed。 〃When we want laws we'll make our own。 You can keep your king's justice too； and your king's taxes。 I'm offering you the hom； not our freedom。 We will not kneel to you。〃
〃What if we refuse the offer？〃 Jon had no doubt that they would。 The Old Bear might at least have listened； though he would have balked at the notion of letting thirty or forty thousand wildlings loose on the Seven Kingdoms。 But Alliser Thorne and Janos Slynt would dismiss the notion out of hand。
〃If you refuse；〃 Mance Rayder said； 〃Tormund Giantsbane will sound the Horn of Winter three days hence； at dawn。〃
He could carry the message back to Castle Black and tell them of the horn； but if he left Mance still alive Lord Janos and Ser Alliser would seize on that as proof that he was a tumcloak。 A thousand thoughts flickered through Jon's head。 If I can destroy the horn； smash it here and now 。 。 。 but before he could begin to think that through； he heard the low moan of some other horn； made faint by the tent's hide walls。 Mance heard it too。 Frowning； he went to the door。 Jon followed。
The warhom was louder outside。 Its call had stirred the wildling camp。 Three Homfoot men jogged past； carrying long spears。 Horses were whinnying and snorting； giants roaring in the Old Tongue； and even the mammoths were restless。
〃Outrider's horn；〃 Tormund told Mance。
〃Something's ing。〃 Varamyr sat crosslegged on the half…frozen ground； his wolves circled restlessly around him。 A shadow swept over him； and Jon looked up to see the eagle's blue…grey wings。 〃ing； from the east。〃
When the dead walk； walls and stakes and swords mean nothing； he remembered。 You cannot fight the dead； Jon Snow No man knows that half so well as me。
Harma scowled。 〃East？ The wights should be behind us。〃
〃East；〃 the skinchanger repeated。 〃Something's ing。〃
〃The Others？〃 Jon asked。
Mance shook his head。 〃The Others never e when the sun is up。〃 Chariots were rattling across the killing ground； jammed with riders waving spears of sharpened bone。 The king groaned。 〃Where the bloody hell do they think they're going？ Quenn； get those fools back where they belong。 Someone bring my horse。 The mare； not the stallion。 I'll want my armor too。〃 Mance glanced suspiciously at the Wall。 Atop the icy parapets； the straw soldiers stood collecting arrows； but there was no sign of any other activity。 〃Harma； mount up your raiders。 Tormund； find your sons and give me a triple line of spears。〃
〃Aye；〃 said Tormund； striding off。
The mousy little skinchanger closed his eyes and said； 〃I see them。 They're ing along the streams and game trails 。 。 。〃
〃Who？〃
〃Men。 Men on horses。 Men in steel and men in black。〃
〃Crows。〃 Mance made the word a curse。 He turned on Jon。 〃Did my old brothers think they'd catch me with my breeches down if they attacked while we were talking？〃
〃If they planned an attack they never told me about it。〃 Jon did not believe it。 Lord Janos lacked the men to attack the wildling camp。 Besides； he was on the wrong side of the Wall； and the gate was sealed with rubble。 He had a different sort of treachery in mind； this can't be his work。
〃If you're lying to me again； you won't be leaving here alive；〃 Mance warned。 His guards brought him his horse and armor。 Elsewhere around the camp； Jon saw people running at cross purposes； some men forming up as if to storm the Wall while others slipped into the woods； women driving dog carts east； mammoths wandering west。 He reached back over his shoulder and drew Longclaw just as a thin line of rangers emerged from the fringes of the wood three hundred yards away。 They wore black mail； black halfhelms； and black cloaks。 Half…armored； Mance drew his sword。 〃You knew nothing of this； did you？〃 he said to Jon； coldly。
Slow as honey on a cold morning； the rangers swept down on the wildling camp； picking their way through clumps of gorse and stands of trees； over roots and rocks。 Wildlings flew to meet them； shouting war cries and waving clubs and bronze swords and axes made of flint； galloping headlong at their ancient enemies。 A shout； a slash； and a fine brave death； Jon had heard brothers say of the free folk's way of fighting。
〃Believe what you will；〃 Jon told the King…beyond…the…Wall； 〃but I knew nothing of any attack。〃
Harma thundered past before Mance could reply； riding at the head of thirty raiders。 Her standard went before her； a dead dog impaled on a spear； raining blood at every stride。 M