Steve and his friends had caught up with Mormont and them. Now they were all back at Craster's house.
The first thing Steve did when he got there was go to find Gilly. He discovered her holding a baby in her arms. "Oh, did you have your baby? When was he born?"
Gilly was frantic. "Today. But please don't draw attention to the fact that it's a boy by callin' it a 'he' so loud, fer Craster will only want to offer it up as a sacrifice when he finds out that it's a son."
"Have you named him yet?" Steve asked.
"There's no point in namin' my baby when he's only goin' to be offered up as a human sacrifice." Gilly pulled Steve's thimble out of her pocket and thrust it at him. "Here. You can have this stupid thing back. I don't care about it. All I care about is protectin' the life of my baby."
"Hey, I promised I'd bring you and your son back to the Wall when I returned," Steve said. "And when I make a promise, I keep it."
Gilly laughed harshly. "Come on, who do you think you're kiddin'? I let myself believe that when you said it, but we both know your commander will never allow that." Little did they know, soon Lord Mormont would no longer be calling the shots.
Steve left Gilly's hut and went inside the main building.
Lord Mormont had no idea that his life was about to end, as he sat in Craster's hall, checking a map in his journal. Craster was crassly berating the men of the Night's Watch. "How much longer are you crows goin' to stay here, eatin' my grub and drinkin' my drink?" he demanded.
Mormont said, "We have to stay long enough for our wounded to recover sufficiently to be fit to travel."
Craster waved this off. "They've recovered as much as they ever will."
"Some of my men are so severely wounded they won't be able to travel."
"Then you should just kill the wounded. Or if you don't have the stomach fer it, I'll do it fer you. You can just leave and I'll finish them off."
The boy Bertram came in to complain. "Craster, you're feeding us nothing but bread cut with sawdust. Where are you keeping your hidden larder?" Mormont had never met Stewie Griffin, but if he had, he would have thought that Bertram looked a lot like him. He had the same football shaped head.
"Might be I have winter stockpiles," Craster admitted. "But I need those to feed my women. I'm not sharin' 'em with crows."
Scott Tenorman stood up. "Come on, give it up, you jerkoff bastard!"
"What did you just call me?" Craster's voice had grown dangerously quiet.
"That's right. I said it. You're a bastard!" said Scott.
"And probably also gay," a boy named Bill Allen put in.
"Yeah, gay," agreed Bill's friend Fosse McDonald.
Enraged, Craster lifted an axe. "I ought to chop all your heads off right now!"
"There's no need for that," Mormont said quickly, stepping between Scott and Craster.
"I'm throwin' you all out to lie outside in the cold on empty bellies!" shouted Craster. "And I'll chop the hands off the next person who calls me bastard, man or boy!"
There was a tense moment of silenceā¦
Then Bertram ran between Mormont's legs and leapt at Craster with a knife. "Daughter-fucking wildling bastard!" Craster swung his axe but missed. Bertram rammed his dagger through Craster's throat.
Craster fell, dead. A boy named Trent Boyett went up to one of Craster's wives and punched her. "Now where's the food, huh?"
"The gods will curse you for this, Bertram!" Mormont bellowed. "A guest killing a host who has formally accepted him into his home breaks all the laws of gods and men!"
"There are no laws beyond the Wall!" Bertram shouted back.
Suddenly, Scott came up behind Mormont and stabbed him in the back!
For a brief moment everyone stared in shock, then Snot charged at Bertram and tackled him.
The entire room exploded into pure bedlam. The desperate Night's Watch recruits like Bertram, Scott, Trent, Bill and Allen, Barry, Terrance Mephisto, Grubbs, Garth of Greenway, Mawney, Orphan Oss, Alan of Rosby, Muttering Bill, and Rolley of Sisterton turned on their officers, as well as attacking common recruits like Snot and Toshi who stayed loyal.
Meanwhile, Steve rushed back to Gilly's hut. "Come with me! We have to run!"
"What's happenin'?" Gilly asked.
"There's a mutiny going on. They killed the Old Bear, and your father! If we don't escape now, we never will!"
"Okay," said Gilly. "I'll lead the way, fer I know the woods around here."
