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"
No
.
"
Jon
felt
like
a
fool
.
"
Pity
,
we
could
use
a
horse
like
that
.
"
Jon
stood
tall
.
He
told
himself
that
he
would
die
well
;
that
much
he
could
do
,
at
the
least
.
"
I
know
the
penalty
for
desertion
,
my
lord
.
I
'm
not
afraid
to
die
.
"
"
Die
!
"
the
raven
cried
.
"
Nor
live
,
I
hope
,
"
Mormont
said
,
cutting
his
ham
with
a
dagger
and
feeding
a
bite
to
the
bird
.
"
You
have
not
deserted
--
yet
.
Here
you
stand
.
If
we
beheaded
every
boy
who
rode
to
Mole
's
Town
in
the
night
,
only
ghosts
would
guard
the
Wall
.
Yet
maybe
you
mean
to
flee
again
on
the
morrow
,
or
a
fortnight
from
now
.
Is
that
it
?
Is
that
your
hope
,
boy
?
"
Jon
kept
silent
.
"
I
thought
so
.
"
Mormont
peeled
the
shell
off
a
boiled
egg
.
"
Your
father
is
dead
,
lad
.
Do
you
think
you
can
bring
him
back
?
"
"
No
,
"
he
answered
,
sullen
.
"
Good
,
"
Mormont
said
.
"
We
've
seen
the
dead
come
back
,
you
and
me
,
and
it
's
not
something
I
care
to
see
again
.
"
He
ate
the
egg
in
two
bites
and
flicked
a
bit
of
shell
out
from
between
his
teeth
.
"
Your
brother
is
in
the
field
with
all
the
power
of
the
north
behind
him
.
Any
one
of
his
lords
bannermen
commands
more
swords
than
you
'll
find
in
all
the
Night
's
Watch
.
Why
do
you
imagine
that
they
need
your
help
?
Are
you
such
a
mighty
warrior
,
or
do
you
carry
a
grumkin
in
your
pocket
to
magic
up
your
sword
?
"
