Night gathers

'Is your sword sharp, Jon Snow?' asked Qhorin Halfhand across the flickering fire. 'My sword is Valyrian steel. The Old Bear gave it to me.' 'Do you remember the words of your vow?' 'Yes.' They were not words a man was like to forget. Once said, they could never be unsaid. They changed your life forever. 'Say them again with me, Jon Snow.' 'If you like.' Their voices blended as one beneath the rising moon, while Ghost listened and the mountains themselves bore witness. 'Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and for all nights to come.' George R. R. Martin, A Clash of Kings December 2003 Photoshop. Thanks to Karsten Schreurs for help on lighting. :)