When we were sore beset and friendless, hounded from our homes and in peril of our lives, the wolves took us in and nourished us and protected us against our enemies. The city is built upon the land they gave us. In return we swore that we should always be their men. S t a r k m e n !
when there was a stark in winterfell, a maiden girl could walk down the kingsroad in her name-day gown and still go unmolested, and travelers could find fire, bread, and salt at many an inn and holdfast. but the nights are colder now, and doors are closed … it was different when there was a stark in winterfell. but the old wolf’s dead and young one’s gone south to play the game of thrones, and all that’s left us is the ghosts. the wolves will come again. and how would you be knowing, boy? i dreamed it.