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"
Say
them
again
with
me
,
Jon
Snow
.
"
"
If
you
like
.
"
Their
voices
blended
as
one
beneath
the
rising
moon
,
while
Ghost
listened
and
the
mountains
themselves
bore
witness
.
"
Night
gathers
,
and
now
my
watch
begins
.
It
shall
not
end
until
my
death
.
I
shall
take
no
wife
,
hold
no
lands
,
father
no
children
.
I
shall
wear
no
crowns
and
win
no
glory
.
I
shall
live
and
die
at
my
post
.
I
am
the
sword
in
the
darkness
.
I
am
the
watcher
on
the
walls
.
I
am
the
fire
that
burns
against
the
cold
,
the
light
that
brings
the
dawn
,
the
horn
that
wakes
the
sleepers
,
the
shield
that
guards
the
realms
of
men
.
I
pledge
my
life
and
honor
to
the
Night
’
s
Watch
,
for
this
night
and
all
the
nights
to
come
.
"
When
they
were
done
,
there
was
no
sound
but
the
faint
crackle
of
the
flames
and
a
distant
sigh
of
wind
.
Jon
opened
and
closed
his
burnt
fingers
,
holding
tight
to
the
words
in
his
mind
,
praying
that
his
father
’
s
gods
would
give
him
the
strength
to
die
bravely
when
his
hour
came
.
It
would
not
be
long
now
.
The
garrons
were
near
the
end
of
their
strength
.
Qhorin
’
s
mount
would
not
last
another
day
,
Jon
suspected
.
The
flames
were
burning
low
by
then
,
the
warmth
fading
.
"
The
fire
will
soon
go
out
,
"
Qhorin
said
,
"
but
if
the
Wall
should
ever
fall
,
all
the
fires
will
go
out
.
"
There
was
nothing
Jon
could
say
to
that
.
He
nodded
.
"
We
may
escape
them
yet
,
"
the
ranger
said
.
"
Or
not
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
afraid
to
die
.
"
It
was
only
half
a
lie
.
"
It
may
not
be
so
easy
as
that
,
Jon
.
"
He
did
not
understand
.
