Aye, they killed me. They put a knife in my heart. I was dead on a table in my quarters for a night and a day and another night, they said.

You know of those priests of the Lord of Light -- there have been a few down south. Some of them can bring a man back from death, I don't know how. Don't think they know how, either. A priestess had come to the Wall with Stannis. She raised me.

[His expression remains flat and tired. Some men seem to wish to make a legend of this story; Jon doesn't. It's the worst thing that ever happened to him. The dying, but what came after, too, waking up shivering and terrified. A man isn't meant to remember dying -- the betrayal, and all the warmth leaving him.

He is relieved that Sansa has not reproached him about the Free Folk, at least.]

So I woke on that table in my quarters to find that my allies held Castle Black. When I had the strength to do it, I hanged the men who killed me. Just four. I was ready to make another move when you rode in.

Benjen, though, he's been gone since not long after I came to Castle Black.