“I am a maester chained and sworn. My order serves, Jon. We give counsel, not commands.” “Someone must—” “You. You must lead.” “No.” “Yes, Jon. It need not be for long. Only until such time as the garrison returns. Donal chose you, and Qhorin Halfhand before him. Lord Commander Mormont made you his steward. You are a son of Winterfell, a nephew of Benjen Stark. It must be you or no one. The Wall is yours, Jon Snow.”
