Jon thanked the gods that no one but Ghost saw him writhing on his bed, whimpering from the pain. And when at last he did sleep, he dreamt, and that was even worse. In the dream, the corpse he fought had blue eyes, black hands, and his father’s face, but he dared not tell Mormont that. […] “The cold winds are rising. Summer is at an end, and a winter is coming such as this world has never seen.” Winter is coming. The Stark words had never sounded so grim or ominous to Jon as they did now.