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"
My
door
is
always
open
to
the
Night
's
Watch
,
"
Father
said
.
Desmond
ushered
the
man
inside
.
He
was
stooped
and
ugly
,
with
an
unkempt
beard
and
unwashed
clothes
,
yet
Father
greeted
him
pleasantly
and
asked
his
name
.
"
Yoren
,
as
it
please
m
'
lord
.
My
pardons
for
the
hour
.
"
He
bowed
to
Arya
.
"
And
this
must
be
your
son
.
He
has
your
look
.
"
"
I
'm
a
girl
,
"
Arya
said
,
exasperated
.
If
the
old
man
was
down
from
the
Wall
,
he
must
have
come
by
way
of
Winterfell
.
"
Do
you
know
my
brothers
?
"
she
asked
excitedly
.
"
Robb
and
Bran
are
at
Winterfell
,
and
Jon
's
on
the
Wall
.
Jon
Snow
,
he
's
in
the
Night
's
Watch
too
,
you
must
know
him
,
he
has
a
direwolf
,
a
white
one
with
red
eyes
.
Is
Jon
a
ranger
yet
?
I
'm
Arya
Stark
.
"
The
old
man
in
his
smelly
black
clothes
was
looking
at
her
oddly
,
but
Arya
could
not
seem
to
stop
talking
.
"
When
you
ride
back
to
the
Wall
,
would
you
bring
Jon
a
letter
if
I
wrote
one
?
"
She
wished
Jon
were
here
right
now
.
He
'd
believe
her
about
the
dungeons
and
the
fat
man
with
the
forked
beard
and
the
wizard
in
the
steel
cap
.
"
My
daughter
often
forgets
her
courtesies
,
"
Eddard
Stark
said
with
a
faint
smile
that
softened
his
words
.
"
I
beg
your
forgiveness
,
Yoren
.
Did
my
brother
Benjen
send
you
?
"
"
No
one
sent
me
,
m
'
lord
,
saving
old
Mormont
.
I
'm
here
to
find
men
for
the
Wall
,
and
when
Robert
next
holds
court
,
I
'll
bend
the
knee
and
cry
our
need
,
see
if
the
king
and
his
Hand
have
some
scum
in
the
dungeons
they
'd
be
well
rid
of
.
You
might
say
as
Benjen
Stark
is
why
we
're
talking
,
though
.
His
blood
ran
black
.
Made
him
my
brother
as
much
as
yours
.
It
's
for
his
sake
I
'm
come
.
Rode
hard
,
I
did
,
near
killed
my
horse
the
way
I
drove
her
,
but
I
left
the
others
well
behind
.
"
"
The
others
?
"
Yoren
spat
.
"
Sellswords
and
freeriders
and
like
trash
.
That
inn
was
full
o
'
them
,
and
I
saw
them
take
the
scent
.
The
scent
of
blood
or
the
scent
of
gold
,
they
smell
the
same
in
the
end
.
Not
all
o
'
them
made
for
King
's
Landing
,
either
.
Some
went
galloping
for
Casterly
Rock
,
and
the
Rock
lies
closer
.
Lord
Tywin
will
have
gotten
the
word
by
now
,
you
can
count
on
it
.
"
Father
frowned
.
"
What
word
is
this
?
"
