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"
Oh
,
be
quiet
,
"
the
Old
Bear
told
it
.
"
Snow
,
how
soon
does
Maester
Aemon
say
you
'll
have
use
of
that
hand
back
?
"
"
Soon
,
"
Jon
replied
.
"
Good
.
"
On
the
table
between
them
,
Lord
Mormont
laid
a
large
sword
in
a
black
metal
scabbard
banded
with
silver
.
"
Here
.
You
'll
be
ready
for
this
,
then
.
"
The
raven
flapped
down
and
landed
on
the
table
,
strutting
toward
the
sword
,
head
cocked
curiously
.
Jon
hesitated
.
He
had
no
inkling
what
this
meant
.
"
My
lord
?
"
"
The
fire
melted
the
silver
off
the
pommel
and
burnt
the
crossguard
and
grip
.
Well
,
dry
leather
and
old
wood
,
what
could
you
expect
?
The
blade
,
now
...
you
'd
need
a
fire
a
hundred
times
as
hot
to
harm
the
blade
.
"
Mormont
shoved
the
scabbard
across
the
rough
oak
planks
.
"
I
had
the
rest
made
anew
.
Take
it
.
"
"
Take
it
,
"
echoed
his
raven
,
preening
.
"
Take
it
,
take
it
.
"
Awkwardly
,
Jon
took
the
sword
in
hand
.
His
left
hand
;
his
bandaged
right
was
still
too
raw
and
clumsy
.
Carefully
he
pulled
it
from
its
scabbard
and
raised
it
level
with
his
eyes
.
The
pommel
was
a
hunk
of
pale
stone
weighted
with
lead
to
balance
the
long
blade
.
It
had
been
carved
into
the
likeness
of
a
snarling
wolf
's
head
,
with
chips
of
garnet
set
into
the
eyes
.
The
grip
was
virgin
leather
,
soft
and
black
,
as
yet
unstained
by
sweat
or
blood
.
The
blade
itself
was
a
good
half
foot
longer
than
those
Jon
was
used
to
,
tapered
to
thrust
as
well
as
slash
,
with
three
fullers
deeply
incised
in
the
metal
.
Where
Ice
was
a
true
two-handed
greatsword
,
this
was
a
hand-and-a-halfer
,
sometimes
named
a
"
bastard
sword
.
"
Yet
the
wolf
sword
actually
seemed
lighter
than
the
blades
he
had
wielded
before
.
When
Jon
turned
it
sideways
,
he
could
see
the
ripples
in
the
dark
steel
where
the
metal
had
been
folded
back
on
itself
again
and
again
.
"
This
is
Valyrian
steel
,
my
lord
,
"
he
said
wonderingly
.
His
father
had
let
him
handle
Ice
often
enough
;
he
knew
the
look
,
the
feel
.
"
It
is
,
"
the
Old
Bear
told
him
.
"
It
was
my
father
's
sword
,
and
his
father
's
before
him
.
The
Mormonts
have
carried
it
for
five
centuries
.
I
wielded
it
in
my
day
and
passed
it
on
to
my
son
when
I
took
the
black
.
"
