Please bear with me, I will try to catch up by the end of the month. Thank you.
So they all fell silent, listening intently. Jon held his breath without realizing it. It must be Sam, he thought. He didn't go to see the Old Bear, nor did he go to bed. Instead, he woke up the other boys. This is terrible. If they don't return to camp before dawn, they'll be treated as deserters too. What in the world are they thinking?
The silence stretched on endlessly. From where Jon was crouching, he could see the feet of their Mounts through the bushes. Finally, Pyp spoke, "What exactly did you hear just now?"
"I don't know either," Hoder admitted, "but there was definitely a sound. I think it was a horse neighing, but..."
"There's no sound here at all."
Out of the corner of his eye, Jon caught sight of a white Shadow darting through the woods. Leaves rustled, and Ghost ran out from the shadows. Due to his sudden appearance, Jon's mare let out a soft startled cry. "There!" Hoder yelled.
"I heard it too!"
"You've ruined me," Jon said to the Direwolf as he swung onto his horse. He turned his horse towards the Forest, but before he had gone ten feet, they caught up to him.
"Jon!" Pyp called from behind.
"Stop," Grenn said, "You can't run away."
Jon drew his Sword and wheeled his horse around. "Everyone back off. I don't want to hurt you, but if I have to, I will."
"You want to take on seven of us?" Hoder waved his hand, and the boys swarmed forward, surrounding him.
"What do you want to do with me?" Jon demanded.
"We're taking you back to where you belong," Pyp said.
"I belong with my Brothers."
"We are your Brothers," Grenn said.
"They'll catch you and chop off your head, you know?" Todder laughed nervously, "Only a dumb ox would do something this stupid."
"I wouldn't," Grenn said. "I won't break my Oath. I swore it, and I mean it."
"So do I," Jon told them, "But don't you understand? They murdered my father! This is a war, and my brother Robb is fighting in the Riverlands—"
"We all know," Pyp said seriously. "Sam told us."
"We're sorry about your father," Grenn said, "but that has nothing to do with you. Once you've sworn your Oath, you can't leave, no matter what."
"I have to go," Jon said agitatedly.
"You swore an Oath," Pyp reminded him. "'I am the Sword in the Darkness. I am the Watcher on the Walls.' Isn't that what you said?"
"'I shall live and die at my post,' " Grenn nodded in agreement.
"You don't need to tell me, I know it as well as you do." Now he was truly angry. Why couldn't they just make it easy and let him go? This was hard on everyone.
"'I am the Fire That Burns Against the Cold,'" Hoder recited.
"'The Light That Brings the Dawn,'" Todder followed.
Jon started cursing them one by one, but they ignored him. Pyp urged his horse forward and continued reciting, "'The Horn That Wakes the Sleepers. The Shield That Guards the Realms of Men.'"
"Don't come any closer," Jon warned him, brandishing his Sword. "Pyp, I'm serious." They weren't even wearing armor. If he really fought, he could cut them all to pieces.
Maester Aemon circled behind him and joined the recitation, "'I pledge my Life and Honor to The Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.'"
Jon kicked his feet and turned his horse around. However, the boys had completely Surrounded him, closing in step by step.
"'This night gathers...'" Hoder blocked the gap on the left.
"...and now my watch begins,'" Pyp finished the last line and reached out to grab Jon's reins. "You have two choices: either kill me or come back with me."
Jon raised his Longsword... and finally lowered it helplessly. "Damn you," he said, "May you all rot in hell."
"Should we tie your hands? Will you come back willingly?" Hoder asked.
"I won't run," Jon said. At this moment, Ghost ran out from under the trees. Jon glared at him. "You're really not helping," he said, but the deep red eyes looked at him as if they understood everything.
"We'd better hurry," Pyp said. "If we don't get back before dawn, I'm afraid the Old Bear will chop all our heads off."
Jon Snow didn't remember much of the journey back, only that it seemed much shorter than the journey south, perhaps because his mind was elsewhere. Pyp led the way, sometimes galloping, sometimes walking, sometimes trotting, then galloping again. Mole's Town came and went, the red lantern hanging outside the Brothel long extinguished. Pyp had timed it perfectly; there was exactly one hour left until dawn when Jon saw the black Tower of Castle Black appear before him, silhouetted against the massive, pale Wall behind it. Only this time, the Castle no longer felt like home.
They can bring me back, Jon told himself, but they can't keep me. The war in the south won't be over in a day or two, and my friends can't guard me day and night. I just need to wait patiently for the right moment, let them lower their guard, make them think I'm willing to stay... and then escape again. Next time, I won't take the Kingsroad. I'll head east along The Wall, perhaps all the way to the sea, and then climb south over the mountains. That's the path the Wildlings often take, rugged and perilous, but enough to shake off any Pursuers. From start to finish, I will stay at least a hundred Leagues away from the Kingsroad and Winterfell.
In the old stable, Samwell Tarly was waiting for them. He sat on the dirt floor, leaning against a pile of straw, too nervous to sleep. As soon as he saw them, he stood up, brushed the dust off himself, and said, "Jon, I... I'm glad they found you."
"I'm not," Jon said, dismounting.
Pyp also jumped off his Mount, looking at the gradually whitening Sky with disgust. "Sam, do me a favor and settle the horses," the short boy said. "It's going to be a long day, and we haven't gotten any sleep, all thanks to Lord Snow."
After dawn, Jon walked into the Kitchen as usual. Three-Finger Hobb handed him the Old Bear's breakfast without a word. Today's breakfast included three brown boiled eggs, fried bread, slices of ham, and a bowl of slightly wrinkled plums. Jon carried the food back to the King's Tower and found Mormont sitting by the window writing. A Raven paced back and forth on his shoulder, muttering as it walked, "Corn! Corn! Corn!" As soon as Jon entered the room, the Raven shrieked. "Put the breakfast on the table," the Old Bear said, looking up. "I'd like some Beer too."
Jon opened a closed window and took a beer bottle from the windowsill outside, filling a horn cup. Hobb had given him a Lemon that had just been taken from The Wall's storage, and it was still cold. Jon squeezed it with his fist, the juice dripping between his fingers. Mormont drank Beer mixed with Lemon every day, claiming it was why he still had good teeth.
"You must love your father very much," Mormont said as Jon handed him the horn cup. "Child, we destroy what we love in the end, do you remember me telling you that?"
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