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SER WAYMAR (with the hint of a smile)
Do the dead frighten you?
GARED Mormont said we should track ‘em. We tracked ‘em. They won’t trouble us no more. SER WAYMAR You don’t think Mormont will ask us how they died?
He walks toward his horse. Gared and Will exchange a troubled glance.
EXT. EMPTY CAMP - NIGHT
Moonlight shines down on the clearing, the ashes of the firepit, the snow-covered lean-to. If there were corpses on the ground before, they’re gone now.
The three riders enter the camp. Their horses seem spooked, as if they smell a predator nearby.
SER WAYMAR Your dead men seem to have moved camp.
Will looks around, confused. He knows what he saw.
WILL They were here...
Spotting something shimmering on the ground near the firepit, he walks his horse closer, dismounts and looks down.
Lying at his feet is the hilt of a steel longsword. The blade has been shattered into a thousand shards.
Will stares at the shattered sword. He knows what this means; the dread on his face is unmistakable.
From his horse, Gared looks at the ground. The indentations where the bodies once lay are still visible-- as are the faint but unmistakable footprints leading away from them.
GARED We have to move. Now.
He is interrupted by a neigh. Will’s horse, riderless and panicked, bolts from the camp site.
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