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"
If
you
insist
,
my
lord
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
You
might
send
young
Snow
.
He
would
be
glad
for
a
chance
to
see
his
brothers
.
"
Mormont
frowned
through
his
thick
grey
beard
.
"
Snow
?
Oh
,
the
Stark
bastard
.
I
think
not
.
The
young
ones
need
to
forget
the
lives
they
left
behind
them
,
the
brothers
and
mothers
and
all
that
.
A
visit
home
would
only
stir
up
feelings
best
left
alone
.
I
know
these
things
.
My
own
blood
kin
...
my
sister
Maege
rules
BearIsland
now
,
since
my
son
's
dishonor
.
I
have
nieces
I
have
never
seen
.
"
He
took
a
swallow
.
"
Besides
,
Jon
Snow
is
only
a
boy
.
You
shall
have
three
strong
swords
,
to
keep
you
safe
.
"
"
I
am
touched
by
your
concern
,
Lord
Mormont
.
"
The
strong
drink
was
making
Tyrion
light-headed
,
but
not
so
drunk
that
he
did
not
realize
that
the
Old
Bear
wanted
something
from
him
.
"
I
hope
I
can
repay
your
kindness
.
"
"
You
can
,
"
Mormont
said
bluntly
.
"
Your
sister
sits
beside
the
king
.
Your
brother
is
a
great
knight
,
and
your
father
the
most
powerful
lord
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
Speak
to
them
for
us
.
Tell
them
of
our
need
here
.
You
have
seen
for
yourself
,
my
lord
.
The
Night
's
Watch
is
dying
.
Our
strength
is
less
than
a
thousand
now
.
Six
hundred
here
,
two
hundred
in
the
ShadowTower
,
even
fewer
at
Eastwatch
,
and
a
scant
third
of
those
fighting
men
.
The
Wall
is
a
hundred
leagues
long
.
Think
on
that
.
Should
an
attack
come
,
I
have
three
men
to
defend
each
mile
of
wall
.
"
"
Three
and
a
third
,
"
Tyrion
said
with
a
yawn
.
Mormont
scarcely
seemed
to
hear
him
.
The
old
man
warmed
his
hands
before
the
fire
.
"
I
sent
Benjen
Stark
to
search
after
Yohn
Royce
's
son
,
lost
on
his
first
ranging
.
The
Royce
boy
was
green
as
summer
grass
,
yet
he
insisted
on
the
honor
of
his
own
command
,
saying
it
was
his
due
as
a
knight
.
I
did
not
wish
to
offend
his
lord
father
,
so
I
yielded
.
I
sent
him
out
with
two
men
I
deemed
as
good
as
any
in
the
Watch
.
More
fool
I.
"
"
Fool
,
"
the
raven
agreed
.
Tyrion
glanced
up
.
The
bird
peered
down
at
him
with
those
beady
black
eyes
,
ruffling
its
wings
.
"
Fool
,
"
it
called
again
.
Doubtless
old
Mormont
would
take
it
amiss
if
he
throttled
the
creature
.
A
pity
.
The
Lord
Commander
took
no
notice
of
the
irritating
bird
.
"
Gared
was
near
as
old
as
I
am
and
longer
on
the
Wall
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
yet
it
would
seem
he
forswore
himself
and
fled
.
I
should
never
have
believed
it
,
not
of
him
,
but
Lord
Eddard
sent
me
his
head
from
Winterfell
.
Of
Royce
,
there
is
no
word
.
One
deserter
and
two
men
lost
,
and
now
Ben
Stark
too
has
gone
missing
.
"
He
sighed
deeply
.
"
Who
am
I
to
send
searching
after
him
?
In
two
years
I
will
be
seventy
.
Too
old
and
too
weary
for
the
burden
I
bear
,
yet
if
I
set
it
down
,
who
will
pick
it
up
?
Alliser
Thorne
?
Bowen
Marsh
?
I
would
have
to
be
as
blind
as
Maester
Aemon
not
to
see
what
they
are
.
The
Night
's
Watch
has
become
an
army
of
sullen
boys
and
tired
old
men
.
Apart
from
the
men
at
my
table
tonight
,
I
have
perhaps
twenty
who
can
read
,
and
even
fewer
who
can
think
,
or
plan
,
or
lead
.
Once
the
Watch
spent
its
summers
building
,
and
each
Lord
Commander
raised
the
Wall
higher
than
he
found
it
.
Now
it
is
all
we
can
do
to
stay
alive
.
"
