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"
I
expect
you
will
want
to
say
your
words
before
a
heart
tree
,
as
your
uncle
did
,
"
Mormont
said
.
"
Yes
,
my
lord
,
"
Jon
said
.
The
gods
of
the
sept
had
nothing
to
do
with
him
;
the
blood
of
the
First
Men
flowed
in
the
veins
of
the
Starks
.
He
heard
Grenn
whispering
behind
him
.
"
There
's
no
godswood
here
.
Is
there
?
I
never
saw
a
godswood
.
"
"
You
would
n't
see
a
herd
of
aurochs
until
they
trampled
you
into
the
snow
,
"
Pyp
whispered
back
.
"
I
would
so
,
"
Grenn
insisted
.
"
I
'd
see
them
a
long
way
off
.
"
Mormont
himself
confirmed
Grenn
's
doubts
.
"
Castle
Black
has
no
need
of
a
godswood
.
Beyond
the
Wall
the
haunted
forest
stands
as
it
stood
in
the
Dawn
Age
,
long
before
the
Andals
brought
the
Seven
across
the
narrow
sea
.
You
will
find
a
grove
of
weirwoods
half
a
league
from
this
spot
,
and
mayhap
your
gods
as
well
.
"
"
My
lord
.
"
The
voice
made
Jon
glance
back
in
surprise
.
Samwell
Tarly
was
on
his
feet
.
The
fat
boy
wiped
his
sweaty
palms
against
his
tunic
.
"
Might
I.
.
.
might
I
go
as
well
?
To
say
my
words
at
this
heart
tree
?
"
"
Does
House
Tarly
keep
the
old
gods
too
?
"
Mormont
asked
.
"
No
,
my
lord
,
"
Sam
replied
in
a
thin
,
nervous
voice
.
The
high
officers
frightened
him
,
Jon
knew
,
the
Old
Bear
most
of
all
.
"
I
was
named
in
the
light
of
the
Seven
at
the
sept
on
Horn
Hill
,
as
my
father
was
,
and
his
father
,
and
all
the
Tarlys
for
a
thousand
years
.
"
