The bitch tensed, barked again, then thought better of this fight. The rest seemed to be watching him. It was not the rat-faced man; this gaoler was stouter, shorter, though he wore the same leather half cape and spiked steel cap. You did? the boy said suspiciously.
Jon squatted beside Ghost. Bronn was surrounded by three foes, but he lopped the head off the first spear that came at him, and raked his blade across a second man's face on his backslash. Pain lanced through him, but Jon would not cry out. The words tasted of bile in his throat, but he forced them out.
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