“Ghost,” he called softly, “to me.” And the wolf was there, eyes like embers.
“Jon, please. You must not do this.”
He mounted, the reins4 in his hand, and wheeled the horse around to face the night. Samwell Tarlystood in the stable door, a full moon peering over his shoulder. He threw a giant’s shadow, immenseand black. “Get out of my way, Sam.”
“Jon, you can’t,” Sam said. “I won’t let you.”
“I would sooner not hurt you,” Jon told him. “Move aside, Sam, or I’ll ride you down.”
“You won’t. You have to listen to me. Please …”
Jon put his spurs to horseflesh, and the mare bolted for the door. For an instant Sam stood hisground, his face as round and pale as the moon behind him, his mouth a widening O of surprise. Atthe last moment, when they were almost on him, he jumped aside as Jon had known he would,stumbled, and fell. The mare leapt over him, out into the night.
Jon raised the hood5 of his heavy cloak and gave the horse her head. Castle Black was silent and stillas he rode out, with Ghost racing6 at his side. Men watched from the Wall behind him, he knew, buttheir eyes were turned north, not south. No one would see him go, no one but Sam Tarly, strugglingback to his feet in the dust of the old stables. He hoped Sam hadn’t hurt himself, falling like that. Hewas so heavy and so ungainly, it would be just like him to break a wrist or twist his ankle getting outof the way. “I warned him,” Jon said aloud. “It was nothing to do with him, anyway.” He flexed7 hisburned hand as he rode, opening and closing the scarred fingers. They still pained him, but it felt goodto have the wrappings off.
Moonlight silvered the hills as he followed the twisting ribbon of the kingsroad. He needed to getas far from the Wall as he could before they realized he was gone. On the morrow he would leave theroad and strike out overland through field and bush and stream to throw off pursuit, but for themoment speed was more important than deception8. It was not as though they would not guess wherehe was going.
The Old Bear was accustomed to rise at first light, so Jon had until dawn to put as many leagues ashe could between him and the Wall … if Sam Tarly did not betray him. The fat boy was dutiful andeasily frightened, but he loved Jon like a brother. If questioned, Sam would doubtless tell them thetruth, but Jon could not imagine him braving the guards in front of the King’s Tower to wakeMormont from sleep.
When Jon did not appear to fetch the Old Bear’s breakfast from the kitchen, they’d look in his celland find Longclaw on the bed. It had been hard to abandon it, but Jon was not so lost to honor as totake it with him. Even Jorah Mormont had not done that, when he fled in disgrace. Doubtless LordMormont would find someone more worthy9 of the blade. Jon felt bad when he thought of the old man.
He knew his desertion would be salt in the still-raw wound of his son’s disgrace. That seemed a poorway to repay him for his trust, but it couldn’t be helped. No matter what he did, Jon felt as though hewere betraying someone.
Even now, he did not know if he was doing the honorable thing. The southron had it easier. They had their septons to talk to, someone to tell them the gods’ will and help sort out right from wrong.
But the Starks worshiped the old gods, the nameless gods, and if the heart trees heard, they did notspeak.
tspeak.
When the last lights of Castle Black vanished behind him, Jon slowed his mare to a walk. He had along journey ahead and only the one horse to see him through. There were holdfasts and farmingvillages along the road south where he might be able to trade the mare for a fresh mount when heneeded one, but not if she were injured or blown.
He would need to find new clothes soon; most like, he’d need to steal them. He was clad in blackfrom head to heel; high leather riding boots, roughspun breeches and tunic11, sleeveless leather jerkin,and heavy wool cloak. His longsword and dagger12 were sheathed13 in black moleskin, and the hauberkand coif in his saddlebag were black ringmail. Any bit of it could mean his death if he were taken. Astranger wearing black was viewed with cold suspicion in every village and holdfast north of theNeck, and men would soon be watching for him. Once Maester Aemon’s ravens16 took flight, Jon knewhe would find no safe haven17. Not even at Winterfell. Bran might want to let him in, but MaesterLuwin had better sense. He would bar the gates and send Jon away, as he should. Better not to callthere at all.
Yet he saw the castle clear in his mind’s eye, as if he had left it only yesterday; the towering granitewalls, the Great Hall with its smells of smoke and dog and roasting meat, his father’s solar, the turretroom where he had slept. Part of him wanted nothing so much as to hear Bran laugh again, to sup onone of Gage’s beef-and-bacon pies, to listen to Old Nan tell her tales of the children of the forest andFlorian the Fool.
But he had not left the Wall for that; he had left because he was after all his father’s son, andRobb’s brother. The gift of a sword, even a sword as fine as Longclaw, did not make him a Mormont.
Nor was he Aemon Targaryen. Three times the old man had chosen, and three times he had chosenhonor, but that was him. Even now, Jon could not decide whether the maester had stayed because hewas weak and craven, or because he was strong and true. Yet he understood what the old man hadmeant, about the pain of choosing; he understood that all too well.
Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jonwas done with denials. He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard18 and oathbreaker, motherless,friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life—however long that might be—he would becondemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing19 in the shadows who dares not speak his truename. Wherever he might go throughout the Seven Kingdoms, he would need to live a lie, lest everyman’s hand be raised against him. But it made no matter, so long as he lived long enough to take hisplace by his brother’s side and help avenge20 his father.
He remembered Robb as he had last seen him, standing in the yard with snow melting in his auburnhair. Jon would have to come to him in secret, disguised. He tried to imagine the look on Robb’s facewhen he revealed himself. His brother would shake his head and smile, and he’d say … he’d say …He could not see the smile. Hard as he tried, he could not see it. He found himself thinking of thedeserter his father had beheaded the day they’d found the direwolves. “You said the words,” LordEddard had told him. “You took a vow21, before your brothers, before the old gods and the new.”
Desmond and Fat Tom had dragged the man to the stump23. Bran’s eyes had been wide as saucers, andJon had to remind him to keep his pony24 in hand. He remembered the look on Father’s face whenTheon Greyjoy brought forth25 Ice, the spray of blood on the snow, the way Theon had kicked the headwhen it came rolling at his feet.
He wondered what Lord Eddard might have done if the deserter had been his brother Benjeninstead of that ragged22 stranger. Would it have been any different? It must, surely, surely … and Robbwould welcome him, for a certainty. He had to, or else …It did not bear thinking about. Pain throbbed26, deep in his fingers, as he clutched the reins. Jon puthis heels into his horse and broke into a gallop27, racing down the kingsroad, as if to outrun his doubts.
Jon was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die like that, trussed and bound and beheaded like acommon brigand28. If he must perish, let it be with a sword in his hand, fighting his father’s killers29. Hewas no true Stark10, had never been one … but he could die like one. Let them say that Eddard Starkhad fathered four sons, not three.
Ghost kept pace with them for almost half a mile, red tongue lolling from his mouth. Man andhorse alike lowered their heads as he asked the mare for more speed. The wolf slowed, stopped, watching, his eyes glowing red in the moonlight. He vanished behind, but Jon knew he wouldfollow, at his own pace.
dfollow, at his own pace.
Scattered30 lights flickered31 through the trees ahead of him, on both sides of the road: Mole’s Town. Adog barked as he rode through, and he heard a mule’s raucous32 haw from the stable, but otherwise thevillage was still. Here and there the glow of hearth33 fires shone through shuttered windows, leakingbetween wooden slats, but only a few.
Mole’s Town was bigger than it seemed, but three quarters of it was under the ground, in deepwarm cellars connected by a maze34 of tunnels. Even the whorehouse was down there, nothing on thesurface but a wooden shack35 no bigger than a privy36, with a red lantern hung over the door. On theWall, he’d heard men call the whores “buried treasures.” He wondered whether any of his brothers inblack were down there tonight, mining. That was oathbreaking too, yet no one seemed to care.
Not until he was well beyond the village did Jon slow again. By then both he and the mare weredamp with sweat. He dismounted, shivering, his burned hand aching. A bank of melting snow layunder the trees, bright in the moonlight, water trickling37 off to form small shallow pools. Jon squattedand brought his hands together, cupping the runoff between his fingers. The snowmelt was icy cold.
He drank, and splashed some on his face, until his cheeks tingled38. His fingers were throbbing39 worsethan they had in days, and his head was pounding too. I am doing the right thing, he told himself, sowhy do I feel so bad?
The horse was well lathered40, so Jon took the lead and walked her for a while. The road wasscarcely wide enough for two riders to pass abreast41, its surface cut by tiny streams and littered withstone. That run had been truly stupid, an invitation to a broken neck. Jon wondered what had gotteninto him. Was he in such a great rush to die?
Off in the trees, the distant scream of some frightened animal made him look up. His marewhinnied nervously42. Had his wolf found some prey43? He cupped his hands around his mouth.
“Ghost!” he shouted. “Ghost, to me.” The only answer was a rush of wings behind him as an owltook flight.
Frowning, Jon continued on his way. He led the mare for half an hour, until she was dry. Ghost didnot appear. Jon wanted to mount up and ride again, but he was concerned about his missing wolf.
“Ghost,” he called again. “Where are you? To me! Ghost!” Nothing in these woods could trouble adirewolf, even a half-grown direwolf, unless … no, Ghost was too smart to attack a bear, and if therewas a wolf pack anywhere close Jon would have surely heard them howling.
He should eat, he decided44. Food would settle his stomach and give Ghost the chance to catch up.
There was no danger yet; Castle Black still slept. In his saddlebag, he found a biscuit, a piece ofcheese, and a small withered45 brown apple. He’d brought salt beef as well, and a rasher of bacon he’dfilched from the kitchens, but he would save the meat for the morrow. After it was gone he’d need tohunt, and that would slow him.
Jon sat under the trees and ate his biscuit and cheese while his mare grazed along the kingsroad. Hekept the apple for last. It had gone a little soft, but the flesh was still tart46 and juicy. He was down tothe core when he heard the sounds: horses, and from the north. Quickly Jon leapt up and strode to hismare. Could he outrun them? No, they were too close, they’d hear him for a certainty, and if theywere from Castle Black …He led the mare off the road, behind a thick stand of grey-green sentinels. “Quiet now,” he said in ahushed voice, crouching47 down to peer through the branches. If the gods were kind, the riders wouldpass by. Likely as not, they were only smallfolk from Mole’s Town, farmers on their way to theirfields, although what they were doing out in the middle of the night …He listened to the sound of hooves growing steadily48 louder as they trotted49 briskly down thekingsroad. From the sound, there were five or six of them at the least. Their voices drifted through thetrees.
“… certain he came this way?”
“We can’t be certain.”
“He could have ridden east, for all you know. Or left the road to cut through the woods. That’swhat I’d do.”
“In the dark? Stupid. If you didn’t fall off your horse and break your neck, you’d get lost andwind up back at the Wall when the sun came up.”
“I would not.” Grenn sounded peeved50. “I’d just ride south, you can tell south by the stars.”
“What if the sky was cloudy?” Pyp asked.
“Then I wouldn’t go.”
Another voice broke in. “You know where I’d be if it was me? I’d be in Mole’s Town, digging forburied treasure.” Toad51’s shrill52 laughter boomed through the trees. Jon’s mare snorted.
“Keep quiet, all of you,” Halder said. “I thought I heard something.”
“Where? I didn’t hear anything.” The horses stopped.
“You can’t hear yourself fart.”
“I can too,” Grenn insisted.
“Quiet!”
They all fell silent, listening. Jon found himself holding his breath. Sam, he thought. He hadn’tgone to the Old Bear, but he hadn’t gone to bed either, he’d woken the other boys. Damn them all.
Come dawn, if they were not in their beds, they’d be named deserters too. What did they think theywere doing?
The hushed silence seemed to stretch on and on. From where Jon crouched53, he could see the legs oftheir horses through the branches. Finally Pyp spoke54 up. “What did you hear?”
“I don’t know,” Halder admitted. “A sound, I thought it might have been a horse but …”
“There’s nothing here.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Jon glimpsed a pale shape moving through the trees. Leaves rustled,and Ghost came bounding out of the shadows, so suddenly that Jon’s mare started and gave a whinny.
“There!” Halder shouted.
“I heard it too!”
“Traitor,” Jon told the direwolf as he swung up into the saddle. He turned the mare’s head to slideoff through the trees, but they were on him before he had gone ten feet.
“Jon!” Pyp shouted after him.
“Pull up,” Grenn said. “You can’t outrun us all.”
Jon wheeled around to face them, drawing his sword. “Get back. I don’t wish to hurt you, but I willif I have to.”
“One against seven?” Halder gave a signal. The boys spread out, surrounding him.
“What do you want with me?” Jon demanded.
“We want to take you back where you belong,” Pyp said.
“I belong with my brother.”
“We’re your brothers now,” Grenn said.
“They’ll cut off your head if they catch you, you know,” Toad put in with a nervous laugh. “Thisis so stupid, it’s like something the Aurochs would do.”
“I would not,” Grenn said. “I’m no oathbreaker. I said the words and I meant them.”
“So did I,” Jon told them. “Don’t you understand? They murdered my father. It’s war, my brotherRobb is fighting in the riverlands—”
“We know,” said Pyp solemnly. “Sam told us everything.”
“We’re sorry about your father,” Grenn said, “but it doesn’t matter. Once you say the words, youcan’t leave, no matter what.”
“I have to,” Jon said fervently55.
“You said the words,” Pyp reminded him. “Now my watch begins, you said it. It shall not enduntil my death.”
“I shall live and die at my post,” Grenn added, nodding.
“You don’t have to tell me the words, I know them as well as you do.” He was angry now. Whycouldn’t they let him go in peace? They were only making it harder.
“I am the sword in the darkness,” Halder intoned.
“The watcher on the walls,” piped Toad.
Jon cursed them all to their faces. They took no notice. Pyp spurred his horse closer, reciting, “I amthe fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers,the shield that guards the realms of men.”
“Stay back,” Jon warned him, brandishing56 his sword. “I mean it, Pyp.” They weren’t evenwearing armor, he could cut them to pieces if he had to.
Matthar had circled behind him. He joined the chorus. “I pledge my life and honor to the Night’sWatch.”
I pledge my life and honor to the Night’sWatch.”
Jon kicked his mare, spinning her in a circle. The boys were all around him now, closing fromevery side.
“For this night …,”Halder trotted in from the left.
“… and all the nights to come,” finished Pyp. He reached over for Jon’s reins. “So here are yourchoices. Kill me, or come back with me.”
Jon lifted his sword … and lowered it, helpless. “Damn you,” he said. “Damn you all.”
“Do we have to bind58 your hands, or will you give us your word you’ll ride back peaceful?” askedHalder.
“I won’t run, if that’s what you mean.” Ghost moved out from under the trees and Jon glared athim. “Small help you were,” he said. The deep red eyes looked at him knowingly.
“We had best hurry,” Pyp said. “If we’re not back before first light, the Old Bear will have all ourheads.”
Of the ride back, Jon Snow remembered little. It seemed shorter than the journey south, perhapsbecause his mind was elsewhere. Pyp set the pace, galloping59, walking, trotting60, and then breaking intoanother gallop. Mole’s Town came and went, the red lantern over the brothel long extinguished. Theymade good time. Dawn was still an hour off when Jon glimpsed the towers of Castle Black ahead ofthem, dark against the pale immensity of the Wall. It did not seem like home this time.
They could take him back, Jon told himself, but they could not make him stay. The war would notend on the morrow, or the day after, and his friends could not watch him day and night. He wouldbide his time, make them think he was content to remain here … and then, when they had grown lax,he would be off again. Next time he would avoid the kingsroad. He could follow the Wall east,perhaps all the way to the sea, a longer route but a safer one. Or even west, to the mountains, and thensouth over the high passes. That was the wildling’s way, hard and perilous61, but at least no one wouldfollow him. He wouldn’t stray within a hundred leagues of Winterfell or the kingsroad.
Samwell Tarly awaited them in the old stables, slumped62 on the ground against a bale of hay, tooanxious to sleep. He rose and brushed himself off. “I … I’m glad they found you, Jon.”
“I’m not,” Jon said, dismounting.
Pyp hopped63 off his horse and looked at the lightening sky with disgust. “Give us a hand beddingdown the horses, Sam,” the small boy said. “We have a long day before us, and no sleep to face it on,thanks to Lord Snow.”
When day broke, Jon walked to the kitchens as he did every dawn. Three-Finger Hobb said nothingas he gave him the Old Bear’s breakfast. Today it was three brown eggs boiled hard, with fried breadand ham steak and a bowl of wrinkled plums. Jon carried the food back to the King’s Tower. Hefound Mormont at the window seat, writing. His raven15 was walking back and forth across hisshoulders, muttering, “Corn, corn, corn.” The bird shrieked64 when Jon entered. “Put the food on thetable,” the Old Bear said, glancing up. “I’ll have some beer.”
Jon opened a shuttered window, took the flagon of beer off the outside ledge57, and filled a horn.
Hobb had given him a lemon, still cold from the Wall. Jon crushed it in his fist. The juice trickledthrough his fingers. Mormont drank lemon in his beer every day, and claimed that was why he stillhad his own teeth.
“Doubtless you loved your father,” Mormont said when Jon brought him his horn. “The things welove destroy us every time, lad. Remember when I told you that?”
“I remember,” Jon said sullenly66. He did not care to talk of his father’s death, not even toMormont.
“See that you never forget it. The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. Fetch me my plate. Is itham again? So be it. You look weary. Was your moonlight ride so tiring?”
Jon’s throat was dry. “You know?”
“Know,” the raven echoed from Mormont’s shoulder. “Know.”
The Old Bear snorted. “Do you think they chose me Lord Commander of the Night’s Watchbecause I’m dumb as a stump, Snow? Aemon told me you’d go. I told him you’d be back. I know mymen … and my boys too. Honor set you on the kingsroad … and honor brought you back.”
“My friends brought me back,” Jon said.
“Did I say it was your honor?” Mormont inspected his plate.
“They killed my father. Did you expect me to do nothing?”
“If truth be told, we expected you to do just as you did.” Mormont tried a plum, spit out the pit. “Iordered a watch kept over you. You were seen leaving. If your brothers had not fetched you back, youwould have been taken along the way, and not by friends. Unless you have a horse with wings like araven. Do you?”
“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 knowthe 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 Townin the night, only ghosts would guard the Wall. Yet maybe you mean to flee again on the morrow, or afortnight 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 thinkyou can bring him back?”
“No,” he answered, sullen65.
“Good,” Mormont said. “We’ve seen the dead come back, you and me, and it’s not something Icare to see again.” He ate the egg in two bites and flicked67 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 lordsbannermen commands more swords than you’ll find in all the Night’s Watch. Why do you imaginethat they need your help? Are you such a mighty68 warrior69, or do you carry a grumkin in your pocket tomagic up your sword?”
Jon had no answer for him. The raven was pecking at an egg, breaking the shell. Pushing his beakthrough the hole, he pulled out morsels71 of white and yoke72.
The Old Bear sighed. “You are not the only one touched by this war. Like as not, my sister ismarching in your brother’s host, her and those daughters of hers, dressed in men’s mail. Maege is ahoary old snark, stubborn, short-tempered, and willful. Truth be told, I can hardly stand to be aroundthe wretched woman, but that does not mean my love for her is any less than the love you bear yourhalf sisters.” Frowning, Mormont took his last egg and squeezed it in his fist until the shell crunched73.
“Or perhaps it does. Be that as it may, I’d still grieve if she were slain74, yet you don’t see me runningoff. 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 nownot even a father. The words would not come. “I don’t know.”
“I do,” said Lord Commander Mormont. “The cold winds are rising, Snow. Beyond the Wall, theshadows lengthen75. Cotter Pyke writes of vast herds76 of elk77, streaming south and east toward the sea,and mammoths as well. He says one of his men discovered huge, misshapen footprints not threeleagues from Eastwatch. Rangers78 from the Shadow Tower have found whole villages abandoned, andat 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 Gorge79, and the man swears that Mance Rayder ismassing 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 ranger14 we’ve lost this past year?”
“Ben Jen,” the raven squawked, bobbing its head, bits of egg dribbling80 from its beak70. “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. Whendead men come hunting in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?”
“No.” Jon had not thought of it that way.
“Your lord father sent you to us, Jon. Why, who can say?”
“Why? Why? Why?” the raven called.
“All I know is that the blood of the First Men flows in the veins81 of the Starks. The First Men built the Wall, and it’s said they remember things otherwise forgotten. And that beast of yours … he ledus to the wights, warned you of the dead man on the steps. Ser Jaremy would doubtless call thathappenstance, yet Ser Jaremy is dead and I’m not.” Lord Mormont stabbed a chunk82 of ham with thepoint of his dagger. “I think you were meant to be here, and I want you and that wolf of yours with uswhen we go beyond the Wall.”
dus to the wights, warned you of the dead man on the steps. Ser Jaremy would doubtless call thathappenstance, yet Ser Jaremy is dead and I’m not.” Lord Mormont stabbed a chunk of ham with thepoint of his dagger. “I think you were meant to be here, and I want you and that wolf of yours with uswhen we go beyond the Wall.”
His words sent a chill of excitement down Jon’s back. “Beyond the Wall?”
“You heard me. I mean to find Ben Stark, alive or dead.” He chewed and swallowed. “I will notsit here meekly83 and wait for the snows and the ice winds. We must know what is happening. Thistime the Night’s Watch will ride in force, against the King-beyond-the-Wall, the Others, and anythingelse that may be out there. I mean to command them myself.” He pointed84 his dagger at Jon’s chest.
“By custom, the Lord Commander’s steward85 is his squire86 as well … but I do not care to wake everydawn wondering if you’ve run off again. So I will have an answer from you, Lord Snow, and I willhave it now. Are you a brother of the Night’s Watch … or only a bastard boy who wants to play atwar?”
Jon Snow straightened himself and took a long deep breath. Forgive me, Father. Robb, Arya,Bran … forgive me, I cannot help you. He has the truth of it. This is my place. “I am … yours, mylord. Your man. I swear it. I will not run again.”
The Old Bear snorted. “Good. Now go put on your sword.”
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