If truth be told, we expected you to do just as you did. Mormont tried a plum, spit out the pit. "I ordered a watch kept over you., You were seen leaving. If your brothers had not fetched you back, you would have been taken along the way, and not by friends. Unless you have a horse with wings like a raven. Do you?"
No. Jon felt like a fool.
Pity, we could use a horse like that.
Jon stood tall. He told himself that he would die well; that much he could do, at the least. "I know the penalty for desertion, my lord. I'm not afraid to die."
Die! the raven cried.
Nor live, I hope, Mormont said, cutting his ham with a dagger and feeding a bite to the bird. "You have not deserted, yet. Here you stand. If we beheaded every boy who rode to Mole's Town in the night, only ghosts would guard the Wall. Yet maybe you mean to flee again on the morrow, or a fortnight from now. Is that it? Is that your hope, boy?"
Jon kept silent.
I thought so. Mormont peeled the shell off a boiled egg. "Your father is dead, lad. Do you think you can bring him back?"
No, he answered, sullen.
Good, Mormont said. "We've seen the dead come back, you and me, and it's not something I care to see again."