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"
Not
with
this
horse
,
"
Will
said
.
Fear
had
made
him
insolent
.
"
Perhaps
my
lord
would
care
to
take
the
lead
?
"
Ser
Waymar
Royce
did
not
deign
to
reply
.
Somewhere
off
in
the
wood
a
wolf
howled
.
Will
pulled
his
garron
over
beneath
an
ancient
gnarled
ironwood
and
dismounted
.
"
Why
are
you
stopping
?
"
Ser
Waymar
asked
.
"
Best
go
the
rest
of
the
way
on
foot
,
m
'
lord
.
It
's
just
over
that
ridge
.
"
Royce
paused
a
moment
,
staring
off
into
the
distance
,
his
face
reflective
.
A
cold
wind
whispered
through
the
trees
.
His
great
sable
cloak
stirred
behind
like
something
half
alive
.
"
There
's
something
wrong
here
,
"
Gared
muttered
.
The
young
knight
gave
him
a
disdainful
smile
.
"
Is
there
?
"
"
Ca
n't
you
feel
it
?
"
Gared
asked
.
"
Listen
to
the
darkness
.
"
