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Jon

           Theforestfloorwascarpetedwithfallenleaves,bloodredontop,blackrotbeneath.Thewidesmoothtrunkswerebonepale,andninefacesstaredinward.Thedriedsapthatcrustedintheeyeswasredandhardasruby.BowenMarshcommandedthemtoleavetheirhorsesoutsidethecircle."Thisisasacredplace,wewillnotdefileit."

           Whentheyenteredthegrove,SamwellTarlyturnedslowlylookingateachfaceinturn.Notwowerequitealike."They’rewatchingus,"hewhispered."Theoldgods."

           "Yes."Jonknelt,andSamkneltbesidehim.

           Theysaidthewordstogether,asthelastlightfadedinthewestandgreydaybecameblacknight.

           "Hearmywords,andbearwitnesstomyvow,"theyrecited,theirvoicesfillingthetwilitgrove."Nightgathers,andnowmywatchbegins.Itshallnotenduntilmydeath.Ishalltakenowife,holdnolands,fathernochildren.Ishallwearnocrownsandwinnoglory.Ishallliveanddieatmypost.Iamtheswordinthedarkness.Iamthewatcheronthewalls.Iamthefirethatburnsagainstthecold,thelightthatbringsthedawn,thehornthatwakesthesleepers,theshieldthatguardstherealmsofmen.IpledgemylifeandhonortotheNight’sWatch,forthisnightandallthenightstocome."

           Thewoodsfellsilent."Youkneltasboys,"BowenMarshintonedsolemnly."RisenowasmenoftheNight’sWatch."

           JonheldoutahandtopullSambacktohisfeet.Therangersgatheredroundtooffersmilesandcongratulations,allbutthegnarledoldforesterDywen

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