How could he explain Ygritte to them? She’s warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat. “She’s with Styr, but she’s not.. she’s young, only a girl, in truth, wild, but she.. ” She killed an old man for building a fire. His tongue felt thick and clumsy. The milk of the poppy was clouding his wits. “I broke my vows with her. I never meant to, but..” It was wrong. Wrong to love her, wrong to leave her.