The Wolf in the Mountains
Jon Snow of Stark, to make his mark,
In Mountains of the Moon.
A Northern gale, in Arryn's Vale,
The Realm shall know him soon.
The Valemen march, the Valemen hunt,
To pay a lasting debt.
To sally forth, to march for war,
To end a lasting threat.
On winding paths, in mountains tall,
The Valemen bravely tread.
A narrow pass, and icy winds,
A fortress looms ahead.
A sturdy keep, of First-Men make,
Is atop the rocky crest.
In empty halls, and stoney walls,
A mountain clan does nest.
These tribal brutes, these Dogs of Stone,
Near half a thousand strong.
The silence ends, a trumpet sounds,
Wulf rises from the throng.
An aging king, a mighty lord,
A warrior in the snow.
He walks alone, and says his piece:
"You have 'till dawn to go."
Not yet a man, not yet a knight,
Yet firmly unafraid.
A boy in flesh, a wolf at heart,
Jon holds aloft his blade.
A gift of iron, for bread and salt:
So guest right is secured.
They speak and jest, with good rapport,
Yet battle is assured.
The choice is made, the verdict clear:
In combat they shall meet.
The victor free, the loser bound:
A servant in defeat.
To duel alone, to clash unhelped,
The age-old test of might.
A giant axe, a sword and shield,
And thus begins the fight.
The mountain man, the northern youth,
So start their show of force.
A wicked slash, too quickly done,
The Wulf is sent off course.
The wolf does bite, but has not won,
The knights begin to cheer.
The tribesman strikes, the wolf fights back,
The clansmen start to jeer.
With pierced limbs, and bloody wounds,
The Wulf fights through the pain.
A lunging strike, a vicious blow,
Jon's shield is cleaved in twain.
A darting wolf, his mighty prey,
One final clash of steel.
Two weary men, but one stands tall.
Jon orders Wulf to kneel.
A stare exchanged, from man to man,
One must be called to heel.
A boy in flesh, a wolf at heart.
Jon orders Wulf to kneel.
They reach accord, they both agree,
To carry out the deal.
The wolf does bite, and has now won-
Jon orders Wulf to kneel.
Jon orders Wulf to kneel.