Other longbowmen were firing too, from every tower top in range, some sendingtheir arrows up in high arcs to drop before the Wall. Dontos lurched back to his feetand took her arm. Too late, Jon thought. Would that I couldfind a tailor to take in my skin.
I wish I could change into a wolf and grow wings andfly away. Young Henly was dead and OldHenly was dying, surrounded by foes. She had never known a horseso quick to bite or kick. She had to bite her lip to keep from sobbing.
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