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“I hear you are to join the Night’s Watch,” he hears her say; and he doesn’t turn to look.
“Yes.”
His voice is blunt and his answer short, and Asha’s laugh sounds proud and mocking. Or so she hopes; but the boy knows her well enough to hear the desperation in it.
Asha doesn’t ask why; she already knows. It’s a strange thing, this honor he has, and she loves him all the more for it.
“You are a fool,” she says. “Come with me. A year from now, we could be wed in Pyke.”
His answer is long in coming, and she almost let herself hope.