Jon’s leg wound grows is getting worse as he rides for the Wall.
Finally, he somehow reaches Castle Black. His horse first ride into the armory, where one-armed Donal Noye is waiting.
Donal Noye: WHOA! Holy shit! Jon Snow! How did you get here? And coming from SOUTH of the Wall? You know, Jarman Buckwell and a bunch of survivors from the ranging saw you not that long ago... he saw you RIDING WITH WILDLING RAIDERS!
Jon: I... I was acting on Qhorin Halfhand's orders. He told me to infiltrade the Wildlings and learn of their plans. Well... I have learned of their plans! They're attacking! They're attacking now!
Donal Noye: Duh. That's not news, man. Everybody knows that. We've dispersed our men all over the wall to guard it. Mance's men are attacking in several different spots.
Jon: No... that's just it! That's what the trap is! You've spread the Night's Watch thin across the Wall to defend from Mance's men attacking from the north. But the REAL threat isn't from the north. It's from the south! As everyone is spread out... Castle Black will be undefended. I was with the lead attack party that climbed over the Wall and is coming here to attack us. Like... any minute now!
Donal Noye: Wow. Any minute now? So they're right behind you? That's not much warning.
Jon: Well, I had a horse and they didn't. So they might be a while.
Donal Noye: Oh. Well, it looks like their plan to split us up worked really well. There are only 40 men left here to defend Castle Black. Ser Wynton Stout is in charge.
Jon: Shit. Isn't he... like... 80 or something?
Donal Noye: Yep.
Jon: Oh hey... did you my direwolf, Ghost? Did he come back?
Donal Noye: No. Like I told you, Jarman Buckwell came back with some pitifully small number of survivors. People like Dolorious Edd and shit.
Jon: Lord Commander Mormont?
Donal Noye: Nah. He's dead. Here man, you look kind of rough. You need to get some help.
Donal helps get him to Maester Aermon to tend his leg.
Jon: Oh yeah, get a BLIND MAN to perform medical care on me.
Aemon: Shut up, Jon. Here, have some milk of the poppy and stop your bitching.
Jon takes the milk of the poppy. He really needs it because he's been in so much pain for so long with that arrow wound.
Jon: So... what the hell happened? The Lord Commander is dead?
Aemon: Yes. Only 12 made it back. There was a mutiny at Craster's Keep and he was murdered. Bowen Marsh is the interrum Lord Commander until we can have a new election.
Jon: Donal Noye just told me that Wynton Stout was in charge.
Aemon: Yeah. He's in charge here because he's the last knight left. Bowen Marsh is still the Acting Lord Commander, but he's out fighting one of those Wildling armies that is attacking us from the North.
Jon: It's a trap! It's a--
Aemon: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Donal told me everything you told him.
Just then, Jon starts to feel the opium kicking in.
Jon: I... I... I'm so sorry. I had to break my vows to fulfill my vows... you know. The Halfhand... he... he... he told me to team up to help them find out about the Horn of Winter. So I teamed up with Mance and Styr the Magnar... and... Ygritte... yes... I... I... I broke my vows with her. A lot. I nailed her a WHOLE BUNCH.
Aemon: Okay, you're over-sharing now, Jon. You could have just skipped that part.
Jon passes out. Aemon does some surgery on him and cleans the wound.
When he wakes up again, Pyp and Grenn are there.
Jon: Oh shit! You two!
Pyp: Yeah, it's us.
Jon: Hey, did Sam make it back to the Wall?
Grenn: Nah, he's probably dead.
Jon: WHAT?!
Pyp: Yeah. He appartently killed one of the Others with that dragonglass dagger you have him. So that's cool. We know that dragonglass kills the Others. But then he was there at Craster's Keep when the Lord Commander was betrayed. He wouldn't leave the Lord Commander's side. The men all abadoned him. So yeah, he's probably dead.
Jon: But he COULD be alive, right?
Pyp: Eh. I suppose. We've sent birds to Eastwatch and the Shadow Tower based on the warning you gave us, Jon. The sentries now know to be looking SOUTH of the Wall as well, ready for an attack.
Aemon: Will you two leave Jon alone? He needs his rest!
Jon: No! I don't need rest. I need to do something! Maybe Winterfell can help us? Has anyone sent a letter to Winterfell yet?! Has anyone told King Robb?
Everyone just stands around looking at him.
Jon: What?
Pyp: Ah... yeah... about that.
Grenn: Yeah man. You've been gone north of the Wall for a while. We forgot just how long.
Jon: WHAT?!
Pyp: Winterfell has been destroyed. Burned to the ground. Your brothers Brandon and Rickon were murdered by Theon Greyjoy.
Jon: WHAT?!?! NOOOO!!! That's impossible! I just saw a grey direwolf at the Queenscrown where I betrayed the Wildlings. It was Summer... I bet! And if Summer is alive, that means Bran must have been nearby.
Pyp: Well, he wasn't. Because his and his brothers' bodies were skinned and hung from Winterfell for all to see. I know that's kind of graphic and you didn't want to hear it. But stop fighting back on this whole "my brothers aren't dead" thing because they are.
Jon: Maybe... maybe part of Bran still lives on though. In that wolf. Just like Orell did in that eagle.
Pyp: We have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, but if I say "sure," will that make you feel better?
Jon: Yes.
Aemon: Okay, that's enough emotional trauma for Jon today, guys. He needs more milk of the poppy and rest!
Aemon kicks them out and Jon hits up some more of that sweet, sweet opium. He dreams of Ygritte and that cave. But then the water begins to boil her and dissolves her skin away until she's just a skeleton in a pool of thick, red, boiling water.
Jon: MAN, this milk of the poppy gives you FUCKED UP dreams.
Finally, he somehow reaches Castle Black. His horse first ride into the armory, where one-armed Donal Noye is waiting.
Donal Noye: WHOA! Holy shit! Jon Snow! How did you get here? And coming from SOUTH of the Wall? You know, Jarman Buckwell and a bunch of survivors from the ranging saw you not that long ago... he saw you RIDING WITH WILDLING RAIDERS!
Jon: I... I was acting on Qhorin Halfhand's orders. He told me to infiltrade the Wildlings and learn of their plans. Well... I have learned of their plans! They're attacking! They're attacking now!
Donal Noye: Duh. That's not news, man. Everybody knows that. We've dispersed our men all over the wall to guard it. Mance's men are attacking in several different spots.
Jon: No... that's just it! That's what the trap is! You've spread the Night's Watch thin across the Wall to defend from Mance's men attacking from the north. But the REAL threat isn't from the north. It's from the south! As everyone is spread out... Castle Black will be undefended. I was with the lead attack party that climbed over the Wall and is coming here to attack us. Like... any minute now!
Donal Noye: Wow. Any minute now? So they're right behind you? That's not much warning.
Jon: Well, I had a horse and they didn't. So they might be a while.
Donal Noye: Oh. Well, it looks like their plan to split us up worked really well. There are only 40 men left here to defend Castle Black. Ser Wynton Stout is in charge.
Jon: Shit. Isn't he... like... 80 or something?
Donal Noye: Yep.
Jon: Oh hey... did you my direwolf, Ghost? Did he come back?
Donal Noye: No. Like I told you, Jarman Buckwell came back with some pitifully small number of survivors. People like Dolorious Edd and shit.
Jon: Lord Commander Mormont?
Donal Noye: Nah. He's dead. Here man, you look kind of rough. You need to get some help.
Donal helps get him to Maester Aermon to tend his leg.
Jon: Oh yeah, get a BLIND MAN to perform medical care on me.
Aemon: Shut up, Jon. Here, have some milk of the poppy and stop your bitching.
Jon takes the milk of the poppy. He really needs it because he's been in so much pain for so long with that arrow wound.
Jon: So... what the hell happened? The Lord Commander is dead?
Aemon: Yes. Only 12 made it back. There was a mutiny at Craster's Keep and he was murdered. Bowen Marsh is the interrum Lord Commander until we can have a new election.
Jon: Donal Noye just told me that Wynton Stout was in charge.
Aemon: Yeah. He's in charge here because he's the last knight left. Bowen Marsh is still the Acting Lord Commander, but he's out fighting one of those Wildling armies that is attacking us from the North.
Jon: It's a trap! It's a--
Aemon: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Donal told me everything you told him.
Just then, Jon starts to feel the opium kicking in.
Jon: I... I... I'm so sorry. I had to break my vows to fulfill my vows... you know. The Halfhand... he... he... he told me to team up to help them find out about the Horn of Winter. So I teamed up with Mance and Styr the Magnar... and... Ygritte... yes... I... I... I broke my vows with her. A lot. I nailed her a WHOLE BUNCH.
Aemon: Okay, you're over-sharing now, Jon. You could have just skipped that part.
Jon passes out. Aemon does some surgery on him and cleans the wound.
When he wakes up again, Pyp and Grenn are there.
Jon: Oh shit! You two!
Pyp: Yeah, it's us.
Jon: Hey, did Sam make it back to the Wall?
Grenn: Nah, he's probably dead.
Jon: WHAT?!
Pyp: Yeah. He appartently killed one of the Others with that dragonglass dagger you have him. So that's cool. We know that dragonglass kills the Others. But then he was there at Craster's Keep when the Lord Commander was betrayed. He wouldn't leave the Lord Commander's side. The men all abadoned him. So yeah, he's probably dead.
Jon: But he COULD be alive, right?
Pyp: Eh. I suppose. We've sent birds to Eastwatch and the Shadow Tower based on the warning you gave us, Jon. The sentries now know to be looking SOUTH of the Wall as well, ready for an attack.
Aemon: Will you two leave Jon alone? He needs his rest!
Jon: No! I don't need rest. I need to do something! Maybe Winterfell can help us? Has anyone sent a letter to Winterfell yet?! Has anyone told King Robb?
Everyone just stands around looking at him.
Jon: What?
Pyp: Ah... yeah... about that.
Grenn: Yeah man. You've been gone north of the Wall for a while. We forgot just how long.
Jon: WHAT?!
Pyp: Winterfell has been destroyed. Burned to the ground. Your brothers Brandon and Rickon were murdered by Theon Greyjoy.
Jon: WHAT?!?! NOOOO!!! That's impossible! I just saw a grey direwolf at the Queenscrown where I betrayed the Wildlings. It was Summer... I bet! And if Summer is alive, that means Bran must have been nearby.
Pyp: Well, he wasn't. Because his and his brothers' bodies were skinned and hung from Winterfell for all to see. I know that's kind of graphic and you didn't want to hear it. But stop fighting back on this whole "my brothers aren't dead" thing because they are.
Jon: Maybe... maybe part of Bran still lives on though. In that wolf. Just like Orell did in that eagle.
Pyp: We have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, but if I say "sure," will that make you feel better?
Jon: Yes.
Aemon: Okay, that's enough emotional trauma for Jon today, guys. He needs more milk of the poppy and rest!
Aemon kicks them out and Jon hits up some more of that sweet, sweet opium. He dreams of Ygritte and that cave. But then the water begins to boil her and dissolves her skin away until she's just a skeleton in a pool of thick, red, boiling water.
Jon: MAN, this milk of the poppy gives you FUCKED UP dreams.
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