From Death to Dawn Revisited: Jon's the Sword of the Morning
Jul 22, 2016 16:13:50 GMT
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From Death to Dawn Revisited:
Jon Will Rise as The Sword of the Morning
Jon Will Rise as The Sword of the Morning
“The finest knight I ever saw was Ser Arthur Dayne, who fought with a blade called Dawn, forged from the heart of a fallen star. They called him the Sword of the Morning, and he would have killed me but for Howland Reed." Father had gotten sad then, and he would say no more. Bran wished he had asked him what he meant. Clash Bran III
Jon took a breath of the crisp morning air and allowed himself to hope. The eastern sky was pink near the horizon and pale grey higher up. The Sword of the Morning still hung in the south, the bright white star in its hilt blazing like a diamond in the dawn, but the blacks and greys of the darkling forest were turning once again to greens and golds, reds and russets. Storm Jon IV
VERY Short Version: After a night of despair and descent into the cave, Jon has a moment of epiphany with the Sword of the Morning constellation. This foreshadows his upcoming revelation of his role after “death.” Jon has earned a magical sword via merit, but it is not the one he wants and has dreamed of. Has learned what’s really threatening humanity and that he needs to fight it. After his death, Jon will learn he is the next Sword of the Morning. And rise.
Part I: Jon Snow’s Long Night of the Soul and Identity Collapse
1. The night before Jon and climbs the Wall is a dark, painful, night. “The last night fell black and moonless” (Storm Jon III). This night, Jon realizes who he thought he was is gone. Dead. The chapter is Jon’s realization that he’s lost himself. Then he descends into the cave/underworld with Ygritte.
2. In this black night, The Sword of the Morning is only one of many stars reminding him of his old life. Jon focuses on the Thief, the Wildling name that now applies to him.
So many stars, he thought as he trudged up the slope through pines and firs and ash. Maester Luwin had taught him his stars as a boy in Winterfell; he had learned the names of the twelve houses of heaven and the rulers of each; he could find the seven wanderers sacred to the Faith; he was old friends with the Ice Dragon, the Shadowcat, the Moonmaid, and the Sword of the Morning. All those he shared with Ygritte, but not some of the others. We look up at the same stars, and see such different things. The King's Crown was the Cradle, to hear her tell it; the Stallion was the Horned Lord; the red wanderer that septons preached was sacred to their Smith up here was called the Thief. And when the Thief was in the Moonmaid, that was a propitious time for a man to steal a woman, Ygritte insisted. "Like the night you stole me. The Thief was bright that night." Storm, Jon III
3. Ghost, Jon’s other self, is also focused on the stars:
He found Ghost atop the hill, as he thought he might. The white wolf never howled, yet something drew him to the heights all the same, and he would squat there on his hindquarters, hot breath rising in a white mist as his red eyes drank the stars.
"Do you have names for them as well?" Jon asked, as he went to one knee beside the direwolf and scratched the thick white fur on his neck.” Storm, Jon III
"Do you have names for them as well?" Jon asked, as he went to one knee beside the direwolf and scratched the thick white fur on his neck.” Storm, Jon III
4. His family identity is also coming apart, because of his choices:
Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? He had never truly been a Stark, only Lord Eddard's motherless bastard, with no more place at Winterfell than Theon Greyjoy. And even that he'd lost. When a man of the Night's Watch said his words, he put aside his old family and joined a new one, but Jon Snow had lost those brothers too. Storm, Jon III
5. He sends Ghost away, hoping his other self can find the way into the dawn and warn the Night’s Watch:
You cannot come with me," Jon said, cupping the wolf's head in his hands and looking deep into those eyes. "You have to go to Castle Black. Do you understand? Castle Black. Can you find it? The way home? Just follow the ice, east and east, into the sun, and you'll find it. They will know you at Castle Black, and maybe your coming will warn them." He had thought of writing out a warning for Ghost to carry, but he had no ink, no parchment, not even a writing quill, and the risk of discovery was too great. "I will meet you again at Castle Black, but you have to get there by yourself. We must each hunt alone for a time. Alone." Storm, Jon III
6. Jon is truly alone—no Ghost. He doesn’t know if Ghost understood. His identity is gone.
For wildling raiders, he thought. Like us. Like me.
Beyond that Wall lay the Seven Kingdoms, and everything he had sworn to protect. He had said the words, had pledged his life and honor, and by rights he should be up there standing sentry. He should be raising a horn to his lips to rouse the Night's Watch to arms. He had no horn, though. It would not be hard to steal one from the wildlings, he suspected, but what would that accomplish? Even if he blew it, there was no one to hear. The Wall was a hundred leagues long and the Watch sadly dwindled. All but three of the strongholds had been abandoned; there might not be a brother within forty miles of here, but for Jon. If he was a brother still . . . Storm, Jon III
Beyond that Wall lay the Seven Kingdoms, and everything he had sworn to protect. He had said the words, had pledged his life and honor, and by rights he should be up there standing sentry. He should be raising a horn to his lips to rouse the Night's Watch to arms. He had no horn, though. It would not be hard to steal one from the wildlings, he suspected, but what would that accomplish? Even if he blew it, there was no one to hear. The Wall was a hundred leagues long and the Watch sadly dwindled. All but three of the strongholds had been abandoned; there might not be a brother within forty miles of here, but for Jon. If he was a brother still . . . Storm, Jon III
7. He’s succumbed to Ygritte, thinking it was necessary, hating himself for loving it. He’s done what his “father” did. What he swore he’d never do. And he feels debased:
Like a pair of rutting dogs, Jon thought afterward. Was that what he'd become? I am a man of the Night's Watch, a small voice inside insisted, but every night it seemed a little fainter, and when Ygritte kissed his ears or bit his neck, he could not hear it at all. Was this how it was for my father? he wondered. Was he as weak as I am, when he dishonored himself in my mother's bed? Storm, Jon III
8. Next he has to tell the Magnar about the Night’s Watch patrols. Must tell the truth without hesitating or he risks death and failure. Jon’s miserable over doing everything he never thought he would. He breaks oaths, risks fathering a bastard—he’s failing at everything he thought he was.
9. Ygritte lures him into the cave and offers him an out—just stay in the cave. She’s almost like Vivian/Nimue, trapping Merlin. Jon confesses his love. He wants to stay in the Gendel and Gorne underworld. With Ygritte:
“Let's not go back t' Styr and Jarl. Let's go down inside, and join up with Gendel's children. I don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever.” Storm, Jon III
10. The chapter ends.
Part II: Jon Awakens to Hope and The Sword of the Morning
1. After his dark night of the soul, his breakdown of self, Jon doesn’t stay in the cave. As Jon’s next chapter starts, he emerges. He’s worried about Ghost, his other self. But even with all the despair and confusion of the previous chapter, he doesn’t hide in the cave. He dares to hope. Aaaand EPIPHANY!!!!:
Ghost was gone when the wildlings led their horses from the cave. Did he understand about Castle Black? Jon took a breath of the crisp morning air and allowed himself to hope. The eastern sky was pink near the horizon and pale grey higher up. The Sword of the Morning still hung in the south, the bright white star in its hilt blazing like a diamond in the dawn, but the blacks and greys of the darkling forest were turning once again to greens and golds, reds and russets. And above the soldier pines and oaks and ash and sentinels stood the Wall, the ice pale and glimmering beneath the dust and dirt that pocked its surface. Storm, Jon IV
2. The Sword of the Morning is the only constellation left. No Thief. No Moonmaid. None of the “old friends.” No questions of identity. Only the Sword. And unlike the night before, these stars give him hope. He knows this Sword. It stands alone at Dawn. Glorious.
3. Jon told Ghost to go east. Now he looks east—and sees life and color come back into the world.
4. Even the Wall is beautiful with the Sword above it. The dawn and the Sword turn the Wall into beauty.
5. Jon doesn’t intellectualize the moment. Doesn’t ask why he feels hope. Which makes sense—in the next paragraph, they start climbing the Wall. Harrowing.
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