A Game of Thrones, Jon III
The little man gestured up at the Wall with a gnarled black walking stick.
“Makes you wonder what lies beyond.
“Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what’s on the other side?”
He cocked his head and looked at Jon with his curious mismatched eyes. “You do want to know what’s on the other side, don’t you?”
“It’s nothing special,” Jon said.
He wanted to ride with Benjen Stark on his rangings, deep into the mysteries of the haunted forest, wanted to fight Mance Rayder’s wildlings and ward the realm against the Others, but it was better not to speak of the things you wanted.
“The rangers say it’s just woods and mountains and frozen lakes, with lots of snow and ice.”
“And the grumkins and snarks,” Tyrion said. “Let us not forget them, Lord Snow, or else what’s that big thing for?”
