"Everything you saw here today, every word you heard-you must never mention any of it to anyone."
Lynn swept his gaze across every face, including Ygritte's, who was still trembling.
"Not even Lord Commander Mormont."
"And you mustn't mention this horn either. Is that understood?"
Jon was speechless.
If Mormont ever learned of this, Lynn would probably be burned on the spot as a heretic.
To Jon, Lynn was his brother. He could never do that to him.
"But... but why did that devil..."
Ygritte sounded close to tears. She pointed at Lynn, then in the direction where the Night's King had vanished.
"Why did he give you that thing? What exactly are you to each other?"
"I think he's already taken control of you!"
"Or you're already dead!"
Lynn couldn't help laughing. The wild girl really was panicking.
"Relax. I'm perfectly fine."
What kind of answer was that?
Ygritte felt as though she was losing her mind!
This southerner's mind was even more unpredictable than the weather beyond the Wall.
"Let's go."
Lynn offered no further explanation. He turned and headed down the mountain.
"The Frostfangs. Lead the way."
Ygritte shuddered, the fear on her face deepening.
"I told you, that place is forbidden!"
"The Old Gods will devour our souls!"
"You can stay here and wait to die, then." Lynn didn't look back.
Ygritte gritted her teeth. Staring at his tall figure, she wildly punched the air, as though she could beat him to death from a distance.
In the end, though, she resigned herself and followed.
She would rather have the Old Gods devour her soul than remain alone on this accursed mountaintop.
The mood was even heavier than on their way up.
As far as they were concerned, Lynn had just struck some mysterious bargain with