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ATP

Exactly. :-) All in all, it is good Harrion has already known what Sansa is like, and Sansa also has known, what he thinks of her.


At the Wall

Jon finds him on the top of the Wall.

"Lord Commander Mormont is waiting for you," he says.

"I'm coming." But Robb does not move and does not glance at Jon either.

He steps to him and following his gaze looks down the hills and woods covered by snow.

"Incredible, isn't it?" Robb asks with awe.

The world beyond the Wall is glowing in the moonlight. It is endless and eternal.

"It is," Jon admits. "Frightening though, even without wights and Others. I can't imagine living here now."

Robb turns to him, raising his eyebrows.

"Was there a time when you could?"

"No. But many years ago I believed I would."

"I've never heard about that."

Jon smiles.

"Because I told Lady Catelyn and she forbade it."

Robb nods in approval.

When Jon says 'Lady Catelyn' it sounds like when Robb says 'mother'. Actually, Jon can say that as well. Robb knows mother would not mind it. But he does not want to meddle, it is up to them.


The Lord Commander's chamber feels narrow with so many people. There are Lord Karstark and Lord Umber with his sons, some lords from the Gift, Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwick, the Lord Stewart and First Builder of the Watch, Black Jack Bulwer who took Uncle Benjen's place as First Ranger, the master-at-arms in Castle Black, Ser Alliser Thorne, and Mance Rayder of course. Even the old Maester comes, accompanied by a fat boy. Two young men bring him up to the tower in a chair.

"All of us are ready to defend the Wall," Robb declares. He does not have to look at his lords to know they agree.

"And the Wall also will defend itself," Jeor Mormont adds. "But I'm afraid it's not enough."

"We'll send messages to every lord and lady south from the Neck to ask for help."

"They will believe we are mad," Alliser Thorne growls. "I do believe we are mad despite seeing that creature."

"They will, no doubt," Robb replies. "And they've already their own wars to deal with. But not trying would be madness as well."

"So messages… to everyone?" Mance Rayder asks meaningfully and Robb knows very well what he is thinking about.

"Everyone."

"Including Daenerys Targaryen?" Maester Aemon's voice is weak, barely more than a sigh. He cannot be aware that he is asking the same question as Rayder before him.

"Yes," Robb repeats.

The old Maester nods and shuts his eyes. It seems listening to their conversation and speaking a few words make him tired.

Lord Mormont looks into Robb's eyes, grimly. He does not have to say what is on his mind. The entire North can fall in line by the Wall. Every southerner can march here. But what if it will not be enough against a threat like this?