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Jon
had
heard
the
tales
from
Old
Nan
and
Maester
Luwin
both
,
back
at
Winterfell
.
"
Raymun
Redbeard
led
them
south
in
the
time
of
my
grandfather
’
s
grandfather
,
and
before
him
there
was
a
king
named
Bael
the
Bard
.
"
"
Aye
,
and
long
before
them
came
the
Horned
Lord
and
the
brother
kings
Gendel
and
Gorne
,
and
in
ancient
days
Joramun
,
who
blew
the
Horn
of
Winter
and
woke
giants
from
the
earth
.
Each
man
of
them
broke
his
strength
on
the
Wall
,
or
was
broken
by
the
power
of
Winterfell
on
the
far
side
.
.
.
but
the
Night
’
s
Watch
is
only
a
shadow
of
what
we
were
,
and
who
remains
to
oppose
the
wildlings
besides
us
?
The
Lord
of
Winterfell
is
dead
,
and
his
heir
has
marched
his
strength
south
to
fight
the
Lannisters
.
The
wildlings
may
never
again
have
such
a
chance
as
this
.
I
knew
Mance
Rayder
,
Jon
.
He
is
an
oathbreaker
,
yes
.
.
.
but
he
has
eyes
to
see
,
and
no
man
has
ever
dared
to
name
him
faintheart
.
"
"
What
will
we
do
?
"
asked
Jon
.
"
Find
him
,
"
said
Mormont
.
"
Fight
him
.
Stop
him
.
"
Three
hundred
,
thought
Jon
,
against
the
fury
of
the
wild
.
His
fingers
opened
and
closed
.
She
was
undeniably
a
beauty
.
But
your
first
is
always
beautiful
,
Theon
Greyjoy
thought
.
"
Now
there
’
s
a
pretty
grin
,
"
a
woman
’
s
voice
said
behind
him
.
"
The
lordling
likes
the
look
of
her
,
does
he
?
"
Theon
turned
to
give
her
an
appraising
glance
.
He
liked
what
he
saw
.
Ironborn
,
he
knew
at
a
glance
;
lean
and
long
-
legged
,
with
black
hair
cut
short
,
wind
-
chafed
skin
,
strong
sure
hands
,
a
dirk
at
her
belt
.
Her
nose
was
too
big
and
too
sharp
for
her
thin
face
,
but
her
smile
made
up
for
it
.
He
judged
her
a
few
years
older
than
he
was
,
but
no
more
than
five
-
and
-
twenty
.
She
moved
as
if
she
were
used
to
a
deck
beneath
her
feet
.
"
Yes
,
she
’
s
a
sweet
sight
,
"
he
told
her
,
"
though
not
half
so
sweet
as
you
.
"
"
Oho
.
"
She
grinned
.
"
I
’
d
best
be
careful
.
This
lordling
has
a
honeyed
tongue
.
"
