They will call you men of Night's Watch now, but you are bigger fools than the Mummer's Monkey here if you believe that.
You are boys still, green and stinking of summer, and when the winter comes you will die like flies.
And with that, Ser Alliser Thorne took his leave of them.
The other boys gathered round the eight who had been named, laughing and cursing and offering congratulations.
Halder smacked Toad on the butt with the flat of his sword and shouted, Toad, of the Night's Watch!
Yelling that a black brother needed a horse, Pyp leapt onto Grenn's shoulders, and they tumbled to the ground, rolling and punching and hooting.
Dareon dashed inside the armory and returned with a skin of sour red.
As they passed the wine from hand to hand, grinning like fools, Jon noticed Samwell Tarly standing by himself beneath a bare dead tree in the corner of the yard. Jon offered him the skin.
A swallow of wine?
Sam shook his head. No thank you, Jon.
Are you well?
Very well, truly, the fat boy lied. I am so happy for you all. His round face quivered as he forced a smile.
You will be First Ranger someday, just as your uncle was.