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"
I
had
hoped
for
some
word
of
my
father
.
"
"
Father
,
"
taunted
the
old
raven
,
bobbing
its
head
as
it
walked
across
Mormont
's
shoulders
.
"
Father
.
"
The
Lord
Commander
reached
up
to
pinch
its
beak
shut
,
but
the
raven
hopped
up
on
his
head
,
fluttered
its
wings
,
and
flew
across
the
chamber
to
light
above
a
window
.
"
Grief
and
noise
,
"
Mormont
grumbled
.
"
That
's
all
they
're
good
for
,
ravens
.
Why
I
put
up
with
that
pestilential
bird
...
if
there
was
news
of
Lord
Eddard
,
do
n't
you
think
I
would
have
sent
for
you
?
Bastard
or
no
,
you
're
still
his
blood
.
The
message
concerned
Ser
Barristan
Selmy
.
It
seems
he
's
been
removed
from
the
Kingsguard
.
They
gave
his
place
to
that
black
dog
Clegane
,
and
now
Selmy
's
wanted
for
treason
.
The
fools
sent
some
watchmen
to
seize
him
,
but
he
slew
two
of
them
and
escaped
.
"
Mormont
snorted
,
leaving
no
doubt
of
his
view
of
men
who
'd
send
gold
cloaks
against
a
knight
as
renowed
as
Barristan
the
Bold
.
"
We
have
white
shadows
in
the
woods
and
unquiet
dead
stalking
our
halls
,
and
a
boy
sits
the
Iron
Throne
,
"
he
said
in
disgust
.
The
raven
laughed
shrilly
.
"
Boy
,
boy
,
boy
,
boy
.
"
Ser
Barristan
had
been
the
Old
Bear
's
best
hope
,
Jon
remembered
;
if
he
had
fallen
,
what
chance
was
there
that
Mormont
's
letter
would
be
heeded
?
He
curled
his
hand
into
a
fist
.
Pain
shot
through
his
burned
fingers
.
"
What
of
my
sisters
?
"
"
The
message
made
no
mention
of
Lord
Eddard
or
the
girls
.
"
He
gave
an
irritated
shrug
.
"
Perhaps
they
never
got
my
letter
.
Aemon
sent
two
copies
,
with
his
best
birds
,
but
who
can
say
?
More
like
,
Pycelle
did
not
deign
to
reply
.
It
would
not
be
the
first
time
,
nor
the
last
.
I
fear
we
count
for
less
than
nothing
in
King
's
Landing
.
They
tell
us
what
they
want
us
to
know
,
and
that
's
little
enough
.
"
And
you
tell
me
what
you
want
me
to
know
,
and
that
's
less
,
Jon
thought
resentfully
.
His
brother
Robb
had
called
the
banners
and
ridden
south
to
war
,
yet
no
word
of
that
had
been
breathed
to
him
...
save
by
Samwell
Tarly
,
who
'd
read
the
letter
to
Maester
Aemon
and
whispered
its
contents
to
Jon
that
night
in
secret
,
all
the
time
saying
how
he
should
n't
.
Doubtless
they
thought
his
brother
's
war
was
none
of
his
concern
.
It
troubled
him
more
than
he
could
say
.
Robb
was
marching
and
he
was
not
.
No
matter
how
often
Jon
told
himself
that
his
place
was
here
now
,
with
his
new
brothers
on
the
Wall
,
he
still
felt
craven
.
"
Corn
,
"
the
raven
was
crying
.
"
Corn
,
corn
.
"
