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The
old
man
seemed
to
sense
his
doubts
.
"
Tell
me
,
Jon
,
if
the
day
should
ever
come
when
your
lord
father
must
needs
choose
between
honor
on
the
one
hand
and
those
he
loves
on
the
other
,
what
would
he
do
?
"
Jon
hesitated
.
He
wanted
to
say
that
Lord
Eddard
would
never
dishonor
himself
,
not
even
for
love
,
yet
inside
a
small
sly
voice
whispered
,
He
fathered
a
bastard
,
where
was
the
honor
in
that
?
And
your
mother
,
what
of
his
duty
to
her
,
he
will
not
even
say
her
name
.
"
He
would
do
whatever
was
right
,
"
he
said
...
ringingly
,
to
make
up
for
his
hesitation
.
"
No
matter
what
.
"
"
Then
Lord
Eddard
is
a
man
in
ten
thousand
.
Most
of
us
are
not
so
strong
.
What
is
honor
compared
to
a
woman
's
love
?
What
is
duty
against
the
feel
of
a
newborn
son
in
your
arms
...
or
the
memory
of
a
brother
's
smile
?
Wind
and
words
.
Wind
and
words
.
We
are
only
human
,
and
the
gods
have
fashioned
us
for
love
.
That
is
our
great
glory
,
and
our
great
tragedy
.
"
The
men
who
formed
the
Night
's
Watch
knew
that
only
their
courage
shielded
the
realm
from
the
darkness
to
the
north
.
They
knew
they
must
have
no
pided
loyalties
to
weaken
their
resolve
.
So
they
vowed
they
would
have
no
wives
nor
children
.
"
Yet
brothers
they
had
,
and
sisters
.
Mothers
who
gave
them
birth
,
fathers
who
gave
them
names
.
They
came
from
a
hundred
quarrelsome
kingdoms
,
and
they
knew
times
may
change
,
but
men
do
not
.
So
they
pledged
as
well
that
the
Night
's
Watch
would
take
no
part
in
the
battles
of
the
realms
it
guarded
.
"
They
kept
their
pledge
.
When
Aegon
slew
Black
Harren
and
claimed
his
kingdom
,
Harren
's
brother
was
Lord
Commander
on
the
Wall
,
with
ten
thousand
swords
to
hand
.
He
did
not
march
.
In
the
days
when
the
Seven
Kingdoms
were
seven
kingdoms
,
not
a
generation
passed
that
three
or
four
of
them
were
not
at
war
.
The
Watch
took
no
part
.
When
the
Andals
crossed
the
narrow
sea
and
swept
away
the
kingdoms
of
the
First
Men
,
the
sons
of
the
fallen
kings
held
true
to
their
vows
and
remained
at
their
posts
.
So
it
has
always
been
,
for
years
beyond
counting
.
Such
is
the
price
of
honor
.
"
A
craven
can
be
as
brave
as
any
man
,
when
there
is
nothing
to
fear
.
And
we
all
do
our
duty
,
when
there
is
no
cost
to
it
.
How
easy
it
seems
then
,
to
walk
the
path
of
honor
.
Yet
soon
or
late
in
every
man
's
life
comes
a
day
when
it
is
not
easy
,
a
day
when
he
must
choose
.
"
Some
of
the
ravens
were
still
eating
,
long
stringy
bits
of
meat
dangling
from
their
beaks
.
The
rest
seemed
to
be
watching
him
.
Jon
could
feel
the
weight
of
all
those
tiny
black
eyes
.
"
And
this
is
my
day
...
is
that
what
you
're
saying
?
"
Maester
Aemon
turned
his
head
and
looked
at
him
with
those
dead
white
eyes
.
It
was
as
if
he
were
seeing
right
into
his
heart
.
Jon
felt
naked
and
exposed
.
He
took
the
bucket
in
both
hands
and
flung
the
rest
of
the
slops
through
the
bars
.
