The Night’s Watch has defended Castle Black for thousands of years. And in all those centuries, we have never sealed the tunnel. Have you ever seen a giant, Ser Alliser? I have. The bars on those gates are four inches thick. Cold-rolled steel. They won’t stop them.
❝You were just a boy, and I was all in black, one of a dozen riding escort to old Lord Commander Qorgyle when he came down to see your father at Winterfell. I was walking the wall around the yard when I came on you and your brother Robb. It had snowed the night before, and the two of you had built a great mountain above the gate and were waiting for someone likely to pass underneath.” “I remember,” said Jon with a startled laugh. A young black brother on the wallwalk, yes… “You swore not to tell.” “And kept my vow. That one, at least.” “We dumped the snow on Fat Tom. He was Father’s slowest guardsman.” Tom had chased them around the yard afterward, until all three were red as autumn apples.❞