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"
Hear
my
words
,
and
bear
witness
to
my
vow
,
"
they
recited
,
their
voices
filling
the
twilit
grove
.
"
Night
gathers
,
and
now
my
watch
begins
.
It
shall
not
end
until
my
death
.
I
shall
take
no
wife
,
hold
no
lands
,
father
no
children
.
I
shall
wear
no
crowns
and
win
no
glory
.
I
shall
live
and
die
at
my
post
.
I
am
the
sword
in
the
darkness
.
I
am
the
watcher
on
the
walls
.
I
am
the
fire
that
burns
against
the
cold
,
the
light
that
brings
the
dawn
,
the
horn
that
wakes
the
sleepers
,
the
shield
that
guards
the
realms
of
men
.
I
pledge
my
life
and
honor
to
the
Night
's
Watch
,
for
this
night
and
all
the
nights
to
come
.
"
The
woods
fell
silent
.
"
You
knelt
as
boys
,
"
Bowen
Marsh
intoned
solemnly
.
"
Rise
now
as
men
of
the
Night
's
Watch
.
"
Jon
held
out
a
hand
to
pull
Sam
back
to
his
feet
.
The
rangers
gathered
round
to
offer
smiles
and
congratulations
,
all
but
the
gnarled
old
forester
Dywen
"
Best
we
be
starting
back
,
m
'
lord
,
"
he
said
to
Bowen
Marsh
.
"
Dark
's
falling
,
and
there
's
something
in
the
smell
o
'
the
night
that
I
mislike
.
"
And
suddenly
Ghost
was
back
,
stalking
softly
between
two
weirwoods
.
White
fur
and
red
eyes
,
Jon
realized
,
disquieted
.
Like
the
trees
...
The
wolf
had
something
in
his
jaws
.
Something
black
.
"
What
's
he
got
there
?
"
asked
Bowen
Marsh
,
frowning
.
"
To
me
,
Ghost
.
"
Jon
knelt
.
"
Bring
it
here
.
"
The
direwolf
trotted
to
him
.
Jon
heard
Samwell
Tarly
's
sharp
intake
of
breath
.
"
Gods
be
good
,
"
Dywen
muttered
.
"
That
's
a
hand
.
"
The
grey
light
of
dawn
was
streaming
through
his
window
when
the
thunder
of
hoofbeats
awoke
Eddard
Stark
from
his
brief
,
exhausted
sleep
.
He
lifted
his
head
from
the
table
to
look
down
into
the
yard
.
Below
,
men
in
mail
and
leather
and
crimson
cloaks
were
making
the
morning
ring
to
the
sound
of
swords
,
and
riding
down
mock
warriors
stuffed
with
straw
.
Ned
watched
Sandor
Clegane
gallop
across
the
hard-packed
ground
to
drive
an
iron-tipped
lance
through
a
dummy
's
head
.
Canvas
ripped
and
straw
exploded
as
Lannister
guardsmen
joked
and
cursed
.
