He let them light the arrow, jerked the bowup, took a deep breath, drew back the arrow. For her lady mother's sake. She will want to have a good look . The smaller horn-and-wood bows of thefree folk were outranged by the great yew longbows of the Night's Watch, andthe wildlings were trying to shoot at men seven hundred feet above them.
I am bleeding like abutchered pig, he thought, but there was nothing to be done for it until thearrow was out. During past visits, the Lord ofthe Crossing had always taken care to hide this one away. He finished it in three bites, wiped his greasy hands clean on histrousers, and sent Arstan Whitebeard to fetch him his steel. Outside the rain still fell, but within the Twins the air was thick and hot.
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