He was clumsy and uncomfortable with his left hand, yet even so the steel seemed to flow through the air, as if it had a will of its own. "Wolves have claws, as much as bears."
The Old Bear seemed pleased by that. "I suppose they do. You'll want to wear that over the shoulder, I imagine. It's too long for the hip, at least until you've put on a few inches. And you'll need to work at your two-handed strikes as well. Sir Endrew can show you some moves, when your burns have healed."
Sir Endrew? Jon did not know the name.
Sir Endrew Tarth, a good man. He's on his way from the Shadow Tower to assume the duties of master-at-arms. Sir Alliser Thorne left yestermorn for Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.
Jon lowered the sword. "Why?" he said, stupidly.
Mormont snorted. "Because I sent him, why do you think? He's bringing the hand your Ghost tore off the end of Jafer Flowers's wrist. I have commanded him to take ship to King's Landing and lay it before this boy king. That should get young Joffrey's attention, I'd think... and Sir Alliser's a knight, highborn, anointed, with old friends at court, altogether harder to ignore than a glorified crow."
Crow. Jon thought the raven sounded faintly indignant.