The Wall is almost finished, three hundred leagues long, four hundred feet high, hundred yards wide at the base and fifty yards wide at the top, it is a magnificent sight to behold, and it will keep growing as long as The Night's Watch are at full strength and keep to their vows as the magic binding them to the Wall remains strong, it would have been impossible to build without the Gaints, Ice Wyms and The Singers of songs of Earth, but Brandon still couldn't shake the feeling that men might forget the reason of the Wall, worse yet, believe them to children's tale, as they thought they were after we made peace with The Singers, The Ancient Enemy had slumbered for near two thousand years and then struck with no warning, what if He strikes again and nobody remembered, thought sends a shiver down his spine and made him cold even after living all his life in The North, even after his own control over ice, something has to be done, but what, that thought leaves him with restless sleep and cold shivers for many nights to come.