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"
Sam
will
tell
you
.
"
Jon
did
not
want
to
talk
of
it
.
"
I
should
see
if
the
Old
Bear
has
need
of
me
.
"
He
walked
to
the
Lord
Commander
's
Tower
alone
,
with
a
curious
sense
of
apprehension
.
The
brothers
on
guard
eyed
him
solemnly
as
he
approached
.
"
The
Old
Bear
's
in
his
solar
,
"
one
of
them
announced
.
"
He
was
asking
for
you
.
"
Jon
nodded
.
He
should
have
come
straight
from
the
stable
.
He
climbed
the
tower
steps
briskly
.
He
wants
wine
or
a
fire
in
his
hearth
,
that
's
all
,
he
told
himself
.
When
he
entered
the
solar
,
Mormont
's
raven
screamed
at
him
.
"
Corn
!
"
the
bird
shrieked
.
"
Corn
!
Corn
!
Corn
!
"
"
Do
n't
you
believe
it
,
I
just
fed
him
,
"
the
Old
Bear
growled
.
He
was
seated
by
the
window
,
reading
a
letter
.
"
Bring
me
a
cup
of
wine
,
and
pour
one
for
yourself
.
"
"
For
myself
,
my
lord
?
"
Mormont
lifted
his
eyes
from
the
letter
to
stare
at
Jon
.
There
was
pity
in
that
look
;
he
could
taste
it
.
"
You
heard
me
.
"
Jon
poured
with
exaggerated
care
,
vaguely
aware
that
he
was
drawing
out
the
act
.
When
the
cups
were
filled
,
he
would
have
no
choice
but
to
face
whatever
was
in
that
letter
.
Yet
all
too
soon
,
they
were
filled
.
"
Sit
,
boy
,
"
Mormont
commanded
him
.
"
Drink
.
"
Jon
remained
standing
.
"
It
's
my
father
,
is
n't
it
?
"
The
Old
Bear
tapped
the
letter
with
a
finger
.
"
Your
father
and
the
king
,
"
he
rumbled
.
"
I
wo
n't
lie
to
you
,
it
's
grievous
news
.
