I'm not the Lord Commander anymore, but I'll always be a bastard. And there's only one Lord Commander at a time, but the Watch is always a home to many Snows and Hills and Stones and Flowers.

[He doles out the colors according to her choice, then begins to set them on the board, in every other space.]

I am not.

[The way he says it sounds almost regretful, almost like a concession.]

But if you're offering me a wager, I just might accept it. Can't see much harm in it.