"Go, hurry!"
"Hurry!"
The white mist thickened again, showing that the Wights' strength was beginning to recover. Those who had come out to fight also noticed the blue light in the Wights growing stronger.
Everyone began retreating in good order, but a few unfortunate souls bringing up the rear looked unlikely to escape the Wights.
"Go, child." Jaime saw a boy from the Cannibal Tribes still staring blankly at the Wights before him as the Wight Horde strode forward.
Jaime galloped over and pulled the boy onto his horse.
His expression had still been joyful a moment before, but suddenly he felt a bee-sting pain in his back, which kept growing worse.
Jaime suddenly found himself unable to breathe, the pain a cold that pierced his bones. In the mist, a White Walker had hurled a Cold-Iron Spear.
The boy from the Cannibal Tribes screamed.
Tyrion shouted from the distance too, but his voice could not carry across the crowd.
The frightened horse instead picked up speed, carrying them through the Wight Horde.
Chapter 503: Jaime's Last Words, the Wall's Meat Grinder
"Jaime!" Tyrion Lannister shouted. The Cold-Iron Spear had already pierced his body. Humans dying under a White Walker's attack had no hope of recovery.
The frightened red horse raced through the Wight Horde with Jaime and the boy from the Cannibal Tribes.
"Brother." Jaime made it back into the Wall's passage, reeling, and was lifted down from his horse.
The Human Alliance gathered around him, and the Cannibal Tribe Boy he had saved kept knocking his forehead to the ground before him.
"I lived a miserable life. At least I can die like a knight." Jaime smiled bitterly. His handsome face was already weathered, and it was slowly turning pale.
All his pride had been destroyed on the