On The Gallows Tree, All Men Are

Knights Die In Battle,” Catelyn Reminded Her. Brienne Looked At Her With Those Blue And Beautiful Eyes. “as Ladies Die In Childbed. No One Sings Songs About Them.

A Man Of The Night's Watch Lives His Life For The Realm. Not For A King, Nor A Lord, Nor The Honor Of This House Or That House, Neither For Gold Nor Glory Nor A Woman's Love, But For The Realm, And All The People In It. A Man Of The Night's Watch Takes No Wife And Fathers No Sons. Our Wife Is Duty. Our Mistress Is Honor. And You Are The Only Sons We Shall Ever Know.

Only The Soldier Pines And Sentinels Still Showed Green; The Broadleaf Trees Had Donned Mantles Of Russet And Gold, Or Else Uncloaked Themselves To Scratch Against The Sky With Branches Brown And Bare.

He Had Found Over The Years That Silence Sometimes Yielded More Than Questions. And So It Was This Time.

I Do Play All The Characters, When I Write Them, One After Another. If They Actually Had To Film Me, The Only One I Could Play Would Be Samwell Tarly Or Hot Pie.