“It’s true, isn’t it?” he said when he was done. “What you said about the Night’s Watch.” Tyrion nodded. Jon Snow set his mouth in a grim line. “If that’s what it is, that’s what it is.” Tyrion grinned at him. “That’s good, bastard. Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.” “Most men,” the boy said. “But not you.” “No,” Tyrion admitted, “not me. I seldom even dream of dragons anymore. There are no dragons.” He scooped up the fallen bearskin. “Come, we had better return to camp before your uncle calls the banners.”
