Hobb had given him a lemon, still cold from the Wall. Jon crushed it in his fist. The juice trickled through his fingers. Mormont drank lemon in his beer every day, and claimed that was why he still had his own teeth.
Doubtless you loved your father, Mormont said when Jon brought him his horn. "The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember when I told you that?"
I remember, Jon said sullenly. He did not care to talk of his father's death, not even to Mormont.
See that you never forget it. The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. Fetch me my plate. Is it ham again? So be it. You look weary. Was your moonlight ride so tiring?
Jon's throat was dry. "You know?"
Know, the raven echoed from Mormont's shoulder. "Know."
The Old Bear snorted. "Do you think they chose me Lord Commander of the Night's Watch because I'm dumb as a stump, Snow? Aemon told me you'd go. I told him you'd be back. I know my men... and my boys too. Honor set you on the kingsroad... and honor brought you back."
My friends brought me back, Jon said.
Did I say it was your honor? Mormont inspected his plate.
They killed my father. Did you expect me to do nothing?