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Jon
had
no
answer
for
him
.
The
raven
was
pecking
at
an
egg
,
breaking
the
shell
.
Pushing
his
beak
through
the
hole
,
he
pulled
out
morsels
of
white
and
yoke
.
The
Old
Bear
sighed
.
"
You
are
not
the
only
one
touched
by
this
war
.
Like
as
not
,
my
sister
is
marching
in
your
brother
's
host
,
her
and
those
daughters
of
hers
,
dressed
in
men
's
mail
.
Maege
is
a
hoary
old
snark
,
stubborn
,
short-tempered
,
and
willful
.
Truth
be
told
,
I
can
hardly
stand
to
be
around
the
wretched
woman
,
but
that
does
not
mean
my
love
for
her
is
any
less
than
the
love
you
bear
your
half
sisters
.
"
Frowning
,
Mormont
took
his
last
egg
and
squeezed
it
in
his
fist
until
the
shell
crunched
.
"
Or
perhaps
it
does
.
Be
that
as
it
may
,
I
'd
still
grieve
if
she
were
slain
,
yet
you
do
n't
see
me
running
off
.
I
said
the
words
,
just
as
you
did
.
My
place
is
here
...
where
is
yours
,
boy
?
"
I
have
no
place
,
Jon
wanted
to
say
,
I
'm
a
bastard
,
I
have
no
rights
,
no
name
,
no
mother
,
and
now
not
even
a
father
.
The
words
would
not
come
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
"
I
do
,
"
said
Lord
Commander
Mormont
.
"
The
cold
winds
are
rising
,
Snow
.
Beyond
the
Wall
,
the
shadows
lengthen
.
Cotter
Pyke
writes
of
vast
herds
of
elk
,
streaming
south
and
east
toward
the
sea
,
and
mammoths
as
well
.
He
says
one
of
his
men
discovered
huge
,
misshapen
footprints
not
three
leagues
from
Eastwatch
.
Rangers
from
the
Shadow
Tower
have
found
whole
villages
abandoned
,
and
at
night
Ser
Denys
says
they
see
fires
in
the
mountains
,
huge
blazes
that
burn
from
dusk
till
dawn
.
Quorin
Halfhand
took
a
captive
in
the
depths
of
the
Gorge
,
and
the
man
swears
that
Mance
Rayder
is
massing
all
his
people
in
some
new
,
secret
stronghold
he
's
found
,
to
what
end
the
gods
only
know
.
Do
you
think
your
uncle
Benjen
was
the
only
ranger
we
've
lost
this
past
year
?
"
"
Ben
Jen
,
"
the
raven
squawked
,
bobbing
its
head
,
bits
of
egg
dribbling
from
its
beak
.
"
Ben
Jen
.
Ben
Jen
.
"
"
No
,
"
Jon
said
.
There
had
been
others
.
Too
many
.
"
Do
you
think
your
brother
's
war
is
more
important
than
ours
?
"
the
old
man
barked
.
Jon
chewed
his
lip
.
The
raven
flapped
its
wings
at
him
.
"
War
,
war
,
war
,
war
,
"
it
sang
.
"
It
's
not
,
"
Mormont
told
him
.
"
Gods
save
us
,
boy
,
you
're
not
blind
and
you
're
not
stupid
.
When
dead
men
come
hunting
in
the
night
,
do
you
think
it
matters
who
sits
the
Iron
Throne
?
"
