Jon could scarcely follow what he was saying. "My lord, I don't understand. What's happened to my father?"
"I told you to sit," Mormont grumbled. "Sit," the raven screamed. "And have a drink, damn you. That's a command, Snow."
Jon sat, and took a sip of wine.
"Lord Eddard has been imprisoned. He is charged with treason. It is said he plotted with Robert's brothers to deny the throne to Prince Joffrey."
"No," Jon said at once. "That couldn't be. My father would never betray the king!"
"Be that as it may," said Mormont. "It is not for me to say. Nor for you."
"But it's a lie," Jon insisted. How could they think his father was a traitor, had they all gone mad? Lord Eddard Stark would never dishonor himself... would he?
He fathered a bastard, a small voice whispered inside him. Where was the honor in that? And your mother, what of her? He will not even speak her name.
"My lord, what will happen to him? Will they kill him?"
"As to that, I cannot say, lad. I mean to send a letter. I knew some of the king's councillors in my youth. Old Pycelle, Lord Stannis, Sir Barristan... Whatever your father has done, or hasn't done, he is a great lord. He must be allowed to take the black and join us here. Gods knows, we need men of Lord Eddard's ability."