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as largely gone； and his face was deeply lined； it was true。 Yet he still had grace in his movements and teeth in his mouth； and the years had dimmed neither his blue…grey eyes nor his courtesy。
〃My lord of Tarly；〃 he said； when his steward brought Sam to him in the Lance； where the Shadow Tower men were staying。 〃I am pleased to see that you've recovered from your ordeal。 Might I offer you a cup of wine？ Your lady mother is a Florent； I recall。 One day I must tell you about the time I unhorsed both of your grandfathers in the same tourney。 Not today； though； I know we have more pressing concerns。 You e from Maester Aemon； to be sure。 Does he have counsel to offer me？〃
Sam took a sip of wine； and chose his words with care。 〃A maester chained and sworn 。 。 。 it would not be proper for him to be seen as having influenced the choice of Lord mander 。 。 。〃
The old knight smiled。 〃Which is why he has not e to me himself。 Yes； I quite understand； Samwell。 Aemon and I are both old men； and wise in such matters。 Say what you came to say。〃
The wine was sweet； and Ser Denys listened to Sam's plea with grave courtesy； unlike Cotter Pyke。 But when he was done； the old knight shook his head。 〃I agree that it would be a dark day in our history if a king were to name our Lord mander。 This king especially。 He is not like to keep his crown for long。 But truly； Samwell； it ought to be Pyke who withdraws。 I have more support than he does； and I am better suited to the office。〃
〃You are；〃 Sam agreed； 〃but Cotter Pyke might serve。 It's said he has oft proved himself in battle。〃 He did not mean to offend Ser Denys by praising his rival； but how else could he convince him to withdraw？
〃Many of my brothers have proved themselves in battle。 It is not enough。 Some matters cannot be settled with a battleaxe。 Maester Aemon will understand that； though Cotter Pyke does not。 The Lord mander of the Night's Watch is a lord； first and foremost。 He must be able to treat with other lords 。 。 。 and with kings as well。 He must be a man worthy of respect。〃 Ser Denys leaned forward。 〃We are the sons of great lords； you and I。 We know the importance of birth； blood； and that early training that can ne'er be replaced。 I was a squire at twelve； a knight at eighteen； a champion at two…and…twenty。 I have been the mander at the Shadow Tower for thirty…three years。 Blood； birth； and training have fitted me to deal with kings。 Pyke 。 。 。 well； did you hear him this morning； asking if His Grace would wipe his bottom？ Samwell； it is not my habit to speak unkindly of my brothers； but let us be frank 。 。 。 the ironborn are a race of pirates and thieves； and Cotter Pyke was raping and murdering when he was still half a boy。 Maester Harmune reads and writes his letters； and has for years。 No； loath as I am to disappoint Maester Aemon； I could not in honor stand aside for Pyke of Eastwatch。〃
This time Sam was ready。 〃Might you for someone else？ If it was someone more suitable？〃
Ser Denys considered a moment。 〃I have never desired the honor for its own sake。 At the last choosing； I stepped aside gratefully when Lord Mormont's name was offered； just as I had for Lord Qorgyle at the choosing before that。 So long as the Night's Watch remains in good hands； I am content。 But Bowen Marsh is not equal to the task； no more than Othell Yarwyck。 And this so…called Lord of Harrenhal is a butcher's whelp upjumped by the Lannisters。 Small wonder he is venal and corrupt。〃
〃There's another man；〃 Sam blurted out。 〃Lord mander Mormont trusted him。 So did Donal Noye and Qhorin Halfhand。 Though he's not as highly born as you； he es from old blood。 He was castle…born and castle…raised； and he learned sword and lance from a knight and letters from a maester of the Citadel。 His father was a lord； and his brother a king。〃
Ser Denys stroked his long white beard。 〃Mayhaps；〃 he said； after a long moment。 〃He is very young； but 。 。 。 mayhaps。 He might serve； I grant you； though I would be more suitable。 I have no doubt of that。 I would be the wiser choice。〃
Jon said there could be honor in a lie； if it were told for the right reason。 Sam said； 〃If we do not choose a Lord mander tonight； King Stannis means to name Cotter Pyke。 He said as much to Maester Aemon this morning； after all of you had left。〃
〃I see。〃 Ser Denys rose。 〃I must think on this。 Thank you； Samwell。 And give my thanks to Maester Aemon as well。〃
Sam was trembling by the time he left the Lance。 What have I done？ he thought。 What have I said？ If they caught him in his lie； they would 。 。 。 what？ Send me to the Wall？ Rip my entrails out？ Turn me into a wight？ Suddenly it all seemed absurd。 How could he be so frightened of Cotter Pyke and Ser Denys Mallister； when he had seen a raven eating Small Paul's face？
Pyke was not pleased by his return。 〃You again？ Make it quick； you are starting to annoy me。〃
〃I only need a moment more；〃 Sam promised。 〃You won't withdraw for Ser Denys； you said； but you might for someone else。〃
〃Who is it this time； Slayer？ You？〃
〃No。 A fighter。 Donal Noye gave him the Wall when the wildlings came； and he was the Old Bear's squire。 The only thing is； he's bastard…born。〃
Cotter Pyke laughed。 〃Bloody hell。 That would shove a spear up Mallister's arse； wouldn't it？ Might be worth it just for that。 How bad could the boy be？〃 He snorted。 〃I'd be better； though。 I'm what's needed； any fool can see that。〃
〃Any fool；〃 Sam agreed； 〃even me。 But 。 。 。 well； I shouldn't be telling you； but 。 。 。 King Stannis means to force Ser Denys on us； if we do not choose a man tonight。 I heard him tell Maester Aemon that； after the rest of you were sent away。〃
CHAPTER 79
JON
Iron Emmett was a long； lanky young ranger whose endurance； strength； and swordsmanship were the pride of Eastwatch。 Jon always came away from their sessions stiff and sore； and woke the next day covered with bruises； which was just the way he wanted it。 He would never get any better going up against the likes of Satin and Horse； or even Grenn。
Most days he gave as good as he got； Jon liked to think； but not today。 He had hardly slept last night； and after an hour of restless tossing he had given up even the attempt； dressed； and walked the top of the Wall till the sun came up； wrestling with Stannis Baratheon's offer。 The lack of sleep was catching up with him now； and Emmett was hammering him mercilessly across the yard； driving him back on his heels with one long looping cut after another； and slamming him with his shield from time to time for good measure。 Jon's arm had gone numb from the shock of impact； and the edgeless practice sword seemed to be growing heavier with every passing moment。
He was almost ready to lower his blade and call a halt when Emmett feinted low and came in over his shield with a savage forehand slash that caught Jon on the temple。 He staggered； his helm and head both ringing from the force of the blow。 For half a heartbeat the world beyond his eyeslit was a blur。
And then the years were gone； and he was back at Winterfell once more； wearing a quilted leather coat in place of mail and plate。 His sword was made of wood； and it was Robb who stood facing him； not iron Emmett。
Every morning they had trained together； since they were big enough to walk； Snow and Stark； spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell； shouting and laughing； sometimes crying when there was no one else to see。 They were not little boys when they fought； but knights and mighty heroes。 〃I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight；〃 Jon would call out； and Robb would shout back； 〃Well； I'm Florian the Fool。〃 Or Robb would say； 〃I'm the Young Dragon；〃 and Jon would reply； 〃I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne。〃
That morning he called it first。 〃I'm Lord of Winterfell！〃 he cried； as he had a hundred times before。 only this time； this time； Robb had answered； 〃You can't be Lord of Winterfell； you're bastard…born。 My lady mother says you can't ever be the Lord of Winterfell。〃
I thought I had forgotten that。 Jon could taste blood in his mouth； from the blow he'd taken。
In the end Halder and Horse had to pull him away from Iron Emmett； one man on either arm。 The ranger sat on the ground dazed； his shield half in splinters； the visor of his helm knocked askew； and his sword six yards away。 〃Jon； enough；〃 Halder was shouting； 〃he's down； you disarmed him。 Enough！〃
No。 Not enough。 Never enough。 Jon let his sword drop。 〃I'm sorry；〃 he muttered。 〃Emmett； are you hurt？〃
Iron Emmett pulled his battered helm off。 〃Was there some part of yield you could not prehend； Lord Snow？〃 It was said amiably； though。 Emmett was an amiable man； and he loved the song of swords。 〃Warrior defend me；〃 he groaned； 〃now I know how Qhorin Halfhand must have felt。〃
That was too much。 Jon wrenched free of his friends and retreated to the armory； alone。 His ears were still ringing from the blow Emmett had dealt him。 He sat on the bench and buried his head in his hands。 Why am I so angry？ he asked himself； but it was a stupid question。 Lord of Winterfell。 I could be the Lord of Winterfell。 My father's heir。
It was not Lord Eddard's face he saw floating before him； though； it was Lady Catelyn's。 With her deep blue eyes and hard cold mouth