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“You will die in here, Lord Snow,” Ser Alliser had said just before he closed the heavy wooden door, and Jon had believed it. But this morning they had come and pulled him out again, and marched him cramped and shivering back to the King’s Tower, to stand before jowly Janos Slynt once more
    â€œThat old maester says I cannot hang you,” Slynt declared. “He has written Cotter Pyke, and even had the bloody gall to show me the letter. He says you are no turncloak.”
    â€œAemon’s lived too long, my lord,” Ser Alliser assured him. “His wits have gone dark as his eyes.”
    â€œAye,” Slynt said. “A blind man with a chain about his neck, who does he think he is?”
    Aemon Targaryen
, Jon thought,
a king’s son and a king’s brother and a king who might have been
. But he said nothing.
    â€œStill,” Slynt said, “I will not have it said that Janos Slynt hanged a man unjustly. I will not. I have decided to give you one last chance to prove you are as loyal as you claim, Lord Snow. One last chance to do your duty, yes!” He stood. “Mance Rayder wants to parley with us. He knows he has no chance now that Janos Slynt has come, so he wants to talk, this King-beyond-the-Wall. But the man is craven, and will not come to us. No doubt he knows I’d hang him. Hang him by his feet from the top of the Wall, on a rope two hundred feet long! But he will not come. He asks that we send an envoy to him.”
    â€œWe’re sending you, Lord Snow.” Ser Alliser smiled.
    â€œMe.” Jon’s voice was flat. “Why me?”
    â€œYou rode with these wildlings,” said Thorne. “Mance Rayder knows you. He will be more inclined to trust you.”
    That was so wrong Jon might have laughed. “You’ve got it backward. Mance suspected me from the first. If I show up in his camp wearing a black cloak again and speaking for the Night’s Watch, he’ll know that I betrayed him.”
    â€œHe asked for an envoy, we are sending one,” said Slynt. “If you are too craven to face this turncloak king, we can return you to your ice cell. This time without the furs, I think. Yes.”
    â€œNo need for that, my lord,” said Ser Alliser. “Lord Snow will do as we ask. He wants to show us that he is no turncloak. He wants to prove himself a loyal man of the Night’s Watch.”
    Thorne was much the more clever of the two, Jon realized; this had his stink all over it. He was trapped. “I’ll go,” he said in a clipped, curt voice.
    â€œ
M’lord
,” Janos Slynt reminded him. “You’ll address me—”
    â€œI’ll go,
my lord
. But you are making a mistake,
my lord
. You are sending the wrong man,
my lord
. Just the sight of me is going to anger Mance.
My lord
would have a better chance of reaching terms if he sent—”
    â€œTerms?” Ser Alliser chuckled.
    â€œJanos Slynt does not make terms with lawless savages, Lord Snow. No, he does not.”
    â€œWe’re not sending you to
talk
with Mance Rayder,” Ser Alliser said. “We’re sending you to kill him.”
    The wind whistled through the bars, and Jon Snow shivered. His leg was throbbing, and his head. He was not fit to kill a kitten, yet here he was.
The trap had teeth
. With Maester Aemon insisting on Jon’s innocence, Lord Janos had not dared to leave him in the ice to die. This was better. “Our honor means no more than our lives, so long as the realm is safe,” Qhorin Halfhand had said in the Frostfangs. He must remember that. Whether he slew Mance or only tried and failed, the free folk would kill him. Even desertion was impossible, if he’d been so inclined; to Mance he was a proven liar and betrayer.
    When the cage jerked to a halt, Jon swung down onto the ground and rattled Longclaw’s hilt to loosen the bastard blade in its scabbard. The gate was a few yards to his left, still blocked by the splintered ruins of the turtle, the carcass of a mammoth ripening within. There were other corpses too, strewn amidst broken barrels, hardened pitch, and patches of burnt grass, all shadowed by the Wall. Jon had no wish to linger here. He started walking toward the wildling camp, past the body of a dead giant whose head had been crushed by a stone. A raven was pulling out bits of brain from the giant’s shattered skull. It looked up as he walked by.