The Frost Giant knelt on one knee.
His head, formed from countless ice crystals, bowed low as he offered Lynn atop the Lookout Tower the most primal gesture of submission.
Just how big was a fifteen-meter Frost Giant?
About four stories tall.
He could probably knock down a city wall.
The Gift lay so close to the Wall that Lynn had already considered the consequences of blowing the Horn of Winter, but he wasn't worried in the slightest.
The Children of the Forest had created the Night's King to fight the First Men. His march south might still have been an execution of that command, his existence devoted solely to exterminating the living.
But that explanation didn't hold up.
Every move the Night's King made served a clear purpose.
Whether he was taking babies without harming those who offered them, deliberately letting enemies escape to spread fear and reveal his existence to the world, or luring Dragons into attacking him so he could use an Ice Dragon to breach the Wall.
There was also what Lynn had learned during his earlier visit to Jeor Mormont: Jon, who was now out searching for Blessed Items on Lynn's behalf, occasionally encountered White Walkers and Wights.
Yet those dead creatures never attacked them first.
Jon had even walked right up to the Wights, but they still showed no interest in the living man before them.
Then there was the Night's King's inexplicable generosity.
So Lynn could boldly conclude that the Night's King's intentions were far from simple.
Neither his march south nor his various strange actions had a reasonable underlying motive.
From Old Nan's story about the Long Night Fortress, the Night's King had once been the thirteenth Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.
He had fallen in love with a mysterious woman.