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A
long
silence
.
Then
:
"
Yes
.
"
And
"
Yes
,
"
the
raven
muttered
,
strutting
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
.
"
"
You
knew
?
"
"
Smallwood
told
me
.
Long
ago
.
All
the
rangers
know
,
though
few
will
talk
of
it
.
"
"
Did
my
uncle
know
?
"
"
All
the
rangers
,
"
Mormont
repeated
.
"
You
think
I
ought
to
stop
him
.
Kill
him
if
need
be
.
"
The
Old
Bear
sighed
.
"
Were
it
only
that
he
wished
to
rid
himself
of
some
mouths
,
I
’
d
gladly
send
Yoren
or
Conwys
to
collect
the
boys
.
We
could
raise
them
to
the
black
and
the
Watch
would
be
that
much
the
stronger
.
But
the
wildlings
serve
crueler
gods
than
you
or
I
.
These
boys
are
Craster
’
s
offerings
.
His
prayers
,
if
you
will
.
"
His
wives
must
offer
different
prayers
,
Jon
thought
.
"
How
is
it
you
came
to
know
this
?
"
the
Old
Bear
asked
him
.
"
From
one
of
Craster
’
s
wives
?
"
"
Yes
,
my
lord
,
"
Jon
confessed
.
"
I
would
sooner
not
tell
you
which
.
She
was
frightened
and
wanted
help
.
"
"
The
wide
world
is
full
of
people
wanting
help
,
Jon
.
Would
that
some
could
find
the
courage
to
help
themselves
.
Craster
sprawls
in
his
loft
even
now
,
stinking
of
wine
and
lost
to
sense
.
On
his
board
below
lies
a
sharp
new
axe
.
Were
it
me
,
I
’
d
name
it
‘
Answered
Prayer
’
and
make
an
end
.
"
Yes
.
Jon
thought
of
Gilly
.
She
and
her
sisters
.
They
were
nineteen
,
and
Craster
was
one
,
but
.
.
.
