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Benjen
Stark
frowned
.
"
A
boy
you
are
,
and
a
boy
you
'll
remain
until
Ser
Alliser
says
you
are
fit
to
be
a
man
of
the
Night
's
Watch
.
If
you
thought
your
Stark
blood
would
win
you
easy
favors
,
you
were
wrong
.
We
put
aside
our
old
families
when
we
swear
our
vows
.
Your
father
will
always
have
a
place
in
my
heart
,
but
these
are
my
brothers
now
.
"
He
gestured
with
his
dagger
at
the
men
around
them
,
all
the
hard
cold
men
in
black
.
Jon
rose
at
dawn
the
next
day
to
watch
his
uncle
leave
.
One
of
his
rangers
,
a
big
ugly
man
,
sang
a
bawdy
song
as
he
saddled
his
garron
,
his
breath
steaming
in
the
cold
morning
air
.
Ben
Stark
smiled
at
that
,
but
he
had
no
smile
for
his
nephew
.
"
How
often
must
I
tell
you
no
,
Jon
?
We
'll
speak
when
I
return
.
"
As
he
watched
his
uncle
lead
his
horse
into
the
tunnel
,
Jon
had
remembered
the
things
that
Tyrion
Lannister
told
him
on
the
kingsroad
,
and
in
his
mind
's
eye
he
saw
Ben
Stark
lying
dead
,
his
blood
red
on
the
snow
.
The
thought
made
him
sick
.
What
was
he
becoming
?
Afterward
he
sought
out
Ghost
in
the
loneliness
of
his
cell
,
and
buried
his
face
in
his
thick
white
fur
.
If
he
must
be
alone
,
he
would
make
solitude
his
armor
.
Castle
Black
had
no
godswood
,
only
a
small
sept
and
a
drunken
septon
,
but
Jon
could
not
find
it
in
him
to
pray
to
any
gods
,
old
or
new
.
If
they
were
real
,
he
thought
,
they
were
as
cruel
and
implacable
as
winter
.
He
missed
his
true
brothers
:
little
Rickon
,
bright
eyes
shining
as
he
begged
for
a
sweet
;
Robb
,
his
rival
and
best
friend
and
constant
companion
;
Bran
,
stubborn
and
curious
,
always
wanting
to
follow
and
join
in
whatever
Jon
and
Robb
were
doing
.
He
missed
the
girls
too
,
even
Sansa
,
who
never
called
him
anything
but
"
my
half
brother
"
since
she
was
old
enough
to
understand
what
bastard
meant
.
And
Arya
...
he
missed
her
even
more
than
Robb
,
skinny
little
thing
that
she
was
,
all
scraped
knees
and
tangled
hair
and
torn
clothes
,
so
fierce
and
willful
.
Arya
never
seemed
to
fit
,
no
more
than
he
had
...
yet
she
could
always
make
Jon
smile
.
He
would
give
anything
to
be
with
her
now
,
to
muss
up
her
hair
once
more
and
watch
her
make
a
face
,
to
hear
her
finish
a
sentence
with
him
.
"
You
broke
my
wrist
,
bastard
boy
.
"
Jon
lifted
his
eyes
at
the
sullen
voice
.
Grenn
loomed
over
him
,
thick
of
neck
and
red
of
face
,
with
three
of
his
friends
behind
him
.
He
knew
Todder
,
a
short
ugly
boy
with
an
unpleasant
voice
.
The
recruits
all
called
him
Toad
.
The
other
two
were
the
ones
Yoren
had
brought
north
with
them
,
Jon
remembered
,
rapers
taken
down
in
the
Fingers
.
He
'd
forgotten
their
names
.
He
hardly
ever
spoke
to
them
,
if
he
could
help
it
.
They
were
brutes
and
bullies
,
without
a
thimble
of
honor
between
them
.
Jon
stood
up
.
"
I
'll
break
the
other
one
for
you
if
you
ask
nicely
.
"
