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Jon
sat
up
straight
.
"
I
am
.
"
"
Then
hear
me
.
If
we
are
taken
,
you
will
go
over
to
them
,
as
the
wildling
girl
you
captured
once
urged
you
.
They
may
demand
that
you
cut
your
cloak
to
ribbons
,
that
you
swear
them
an
oath
on
your
father
’
s
grave
,
that
you
curse
your
brothers
and
your
Lord
Commander
.
You
must
not
balk
,
whatever
is
asked
of
you
.
Do
as
they
bid
you
.
.
.
but
in
your
heart
,
remember
who
and
what
you
are
.
Ride
with
them
,
eat
with
them
,
fight
with
them
,
for
as
long
as
it
takes
.
And
watch
.
"
"
For
what
?
"
Jon
asked
.
"
Would
that
I
knew
,
"
said
Qhorin
.
"
Your
wolf
saw
their
diggings
in
the
valley
of
the
Milkwater
.
What
did
they
seek
,
in
such
a
bleak
and
distant
place
?
Did
they
find
it
?
That
is
what
you
must
learn
,
before
you
return
to
Lord
Mormont
and
your
brothers
.
That
is
the
duty
I
lay
on
you
,
Jon
Snow
.
"
"
I
’
ll
do
as
you
say
,
"
Jon
said
reluctantly
,
"
but
.
.
.
you
will
tell
them
,
won
’
t
you
?
The
Old
Bear
,
at
least
?
You
’
ll
tell
him
that
I
never
broke
my
oath
.
"
Qhorin
Halfhand
gazed
at
him
across
the
fire
,
his
eyes
lost
in
pools
of
shadow
.
"
When
I
see
him
next
.
I
swear
it
.
"
He
gestured
at
the
fire
.
"
More
wood
.
I
want
it
bright
and
hot
.
"
Jon
went
to
cut
more
branches
,
snapping
each
one
in
two
before
tossing
it
into
the
flames
.
The
tree
had
been
dead
a
long
time
,
but
it
seemed
to
live
again
in
the
fire
,
as
fiery
dancers
woke
within
each
stick
of
wood
to
whirl
and
spin
in
their
glowing
gowns
of
yellow
,
red
,
and
orange
.
"
Enough
,
"
Qhorin
said
abruptly
.
"
Now
we
ride
.
"
"
Ride
?
"
It
was
dark
beyond
the
fire
,
and
the
night
was
cold
.
"
Ride
where
?
"
