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When
he
brought
the
skull
to
Mormont
,
the
Old
Bear
lifted
it
in
both
hands
and
stared
into
the
empty
sockets
.
"
The
wildlings
burn
their
dead
.
We
’
ve
always
known
that
.
Now
I
wished
I
’
d
asked
them
why
,
when
there
were
still
a
few
around
to
ask
.
"
Jon
Snow
remembered
the
wight
rising
,
its
eyes
shining
blue
in
the
pale
dead
face
.
He
knew
why
,
he
was
certain
.
"
Would
that
bones
could
talk
,
"
the
Old
Bear
grumbled
.
"
This
fellow
could
tell
us
much
.
How
he
died
.
Who
burned
him
,
and
why
.
Where
the
wildlings
have
gone
.
"
He
sighed
.
"
The
children
of
the
forest
could
speak
to
the
dead
,
it
’
s
said
.
But
I
can
’
t
.
"
He
tossed
the
skull
back
into
the
mouth
of
the
tree
,
where
it
landed
with
a
puff
of
fine
ash
.
"
Go
through
all
these
houses
.
Giant
,
get
to
the
top
of
this
tree
,
have
a
look
.
I
’
ll
have
the
hounds
brought
up
too
.
Perchance
this
time
the
trail
will
be
fresher
.
"
His
tone
did
not
suggest
that
he
held
out
much
hope
of
the
last
.
Two
men
went
through
each
house
,
to
make
certain
nothing
was
missed
.
Jon
was
paired
with
dour
Eddison
Tollett
,
a
squire
grey
of
hair
and
thin
as
a
pike
,
whom
the
other
brothers
called
Dolorous
Edd
.
"
Bad
enough
when
the
dead
come
walking
,
"
he
said
to
Jon
as
they
crossed
the
village
,
"
now
the
Old
Bear
wants
them
talking
as
well
?
No
good
will
come
of
that
,
I
’
ll
warrant
.
And
who
’
s
to
say
the
bones
wouldn
’
t
lie
?
Why
should
death
make
a
man
truthful
,
or
even
clever
?
The
dead
are
likely
dull
fellows
,
full
of
tedious
complaints
—
the
ground
’
s
too
cold
,
my
gravestone
should
be
larger
,
why
does
he
get
more
worms
than
I
do
.
.
.
"
Jon
had
to
stoop
to
pass
through
the
low
door
.
Within
he
found
a
packed
-
dirt
floor
.
There
were
no
furnishings
,
no
sign
that
people
had
lived
here
but
for
some
ashes
beneath
the
smoke
hole
in
the
roof
.
"
What
a
dismal
place
to
live
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
was
born
in
a
house
much
like
this
,
"
declared
Dolorous
Edd
.
"
Those
were
my
enchanted
years
.
Later
I
fell
on
hard
times
.
"
A
nest
of
dry
straw
bedding
filled
one
corner
of
the
room
.
Edd
looked
at
it
with
longing
.
"
I
’
d
give
all
the
gold
in
Casterly
Rock
to
sleep
in
a
bed
again
.
"
"
You
call
that
a
bed
?
"
"
If
it
’
s
softer
than
the
ground
and
has
a
roof
over
it
,
I
call
it
a
bed
.
"
Dolorous
Edd
sniffed
the
air
.
"
I
smell
dung
.
"
The
smell
was
very
faint
.
"
Old
dung
,
"
said
Jon
.
