No Fight Is Hopeless Till

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.

Ser Cleos Looked Like A Weasel, Fought Like A Goose, And Had The Courage Of An Especially Brave Ewe.

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.

And For The First Time In Hundreds Of Years, The Night Came Alive With The Music Of Dragons.

Give Me Honorable Enemies Rather Than Ambitious Ones, And I'll Sleep More Easily By Night.