Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 188 Mance's Child

Long black gilt brocade cloak, wrought silver armor, noble silver hair.

Although he had heard about him from the night watchmen, Sam was still quite shocked to see him with his own eyes.

Seemingly surprised by the appearance of a woman here, Sam saw the silver-haired knight's puzzled eyes resting on Gilly and Val.

"Who is he?" Gilly asked curiously.

The silver-white armor and colorful cloak firmly attracted her eyes.

Val was looking there too.

He didn't come this way, but walked straight up the spiral staircase, and then walked towards the direction of the crow's nest.

Cole pushed open the door of the crow's nest and walked to the bachelor's room, which was full of books and various bottles and jars.

Although the old bachelor was blind, he was still familiar with the various bottles on the table: "It seems like it was just yesterday, my child."

When the sound of the leather hitting the floor came to Aemon's ears, he recognized Cole's footsteps.

"Time is the cruelest test of the gods in the sky, Cole. Daeron is the oldest, but Aegon is younger than me, but the gods let me live to the end. Time has allowed me to see the death of my loved ones, the decline of my family, Even destruction. When the big raven brought the news of Targaryen from the south, I was deeply saddened by it. In my dream, I saw pairs of innocent eyes lying in a pool of blood. It was your cry that brought me out of this sad dream. Wake up in the middle of the night." The bachelor's words were very soft.

"Watching you grow up, I seem to see Egg again. He is also like this. From a small point in his mother's arms, he grows taller than me. Life is the greatest creation of the gods." He was deeply moved .

Cole quietly listened to his memories, just like when he was a child, but when he was young, he always had a lot of questions, and Grandpa Aemon would answer them for him one by one, and later he learned to listen.

"I've got the letter, Grandpa Aemon," he told the maester.

Aemon nodded, "School City is a good place, but it's not suitable for you, kid. It's my poor consideration." His tone was slightly apologetic.

Cole knew what a bachelor was thinking. Although Cole hadn't opened that letter of recommendation, he had already guessed what was inside.

The Seven Kingdoms are not easy, especially for a person like him who has no identity, and Targaryen's identity was a heavy burden at the beginning. If he lives well, why not spend his life in an ordinary life by marrying a wife and having children, This was what Maester Aemon hoped for.

Maybe Aegon was the prophesied savior of light from Starborn, but Cole wasn't.

When he had traveled enough in the Seven Kingdoms, he would naturally understand what kind of world this was, and the Academy City was the choice Aemon gave him.

After Cole knows his identity, he can stay in the Academy City and completely abandon this identity, or he can leave with this letter and take on the responsibilities entrusted to him by the Targaryen at the same time.

Obviously, Cole had no chance to choose, because he did not personally fetch the letter from the Academy City, but Prince Oberon sent it. When he received the letter from Oberon, he had automatically accepted the responsibility.

Even if he is a person looking for freedom in the waves, he will be pushed into the eye of the storm in Westeros because of his identity as a Targaryen.

"Grandpa Aemon, the identity of Jon Snow."

"After Jon chose to swear to wear black, he had already given up his identity. He is a good boy." Aemon thought Cole was worried about the impact of Jon's identity on him.

The ravens don't come from the south for a long time, so the Night's Watch doesn't really know what's going on around the Iron Throne.

But Cole's change was still felt by Aemon, just as he warned Aegon, Cole had killed the naive and romantic 'Little Egg' on the Great Wall, and he had become a real man.

Cole smiled bitterly, Maester Aemon obviously misunderstood him.

"You told me the story of Maegor and Aemond when I was a child, and I still remember it vividly." The cruel Maegor I Targaryen and the kinslayer Aemond Targaryen.

A smile appeared on Maester Aemon's face.

"Grandpa Bachelor, I wonder if you know the cure for greyscale?" Cole changed the subject and asked another thing in his heart that he couldn't do anything about.

"Greyscale." The bachelor murmured softly, his brows furrowed. In the Academy City, some scholars would use an ointment made of lime, mustard and water to prevent the spread of this disease, but no one has ever found out the specific treatment method. Or the book has been published, which seems to have always been a terminal illness that has plagued mankind.

"Can you tell me who he is? My child." The bachelor's tone was full of worry.

"My betrothed, Shireen Baratheon."

"Gods be merciful, poor little guy." The maester's words were filled with pain, and he shook his head. "Forgive me for not being able to help you, little Cole."

Looking at his sad face, Cole suddenly regretted it.

"Maester Aemon." The door of the crow's nest was opened again, and a fat figure entered.

Cole turned his gaze back, with dark hair and a big disc-like face, facing Cole's scrutinizing gaze, Samwell Tarly couldn't help shrinking his neck and lowering his head.

"Me, me." His voice was weak and hesitant, and when facing Cole, he had a feeling similar to his father Lando Tully.

"Sam." The maester called him softly, "This boy is now my assistant, helping me feed the crows and organize the letters from the Seven Kingdoms."

Cole gave him a kind smile, but Sam still didn't dare look up at him.

"I'll feed the ravens," Sam whispered.

"I know you, Samwell Tarly. Landau Tarly's son," Cole said to him. "I think Lord Randyll would be proud to know that his son killed the White Walkers."

When Sam heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and he wanted to ask: Really?
"Jon told me you enjoyed reading."

"Yes, my lord. It's one of my few hobbies," Sam answered him.

"Don't be nervous, am I scarier than the White Walkers?" Cole saw his legs trembling.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, my lord." He looked almost crying.

"I thought we would have a lot of topics, have you read "Four Kings"?" Cole tried to make his tone as gentle as possible.

"I have read transcripts of it."

"That would be great, I should pour you a glass of wine, and then I'll teach you something about the Four Kings."

Sam glanced at Maester Aemon and thought: If anyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows the stories of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the Worthy, and Daeron the Worthy King, it must be old Maester Aemon.

"You should forgive the boy. Although he is smart, he is not very courageous." Hearing that Sam did not respond for a long time, the bachelor said.

"Did you bring those two ladies back?" Cole continued to ask him.

"Yes, my lord." He replied with trepidation, Sam remembered the night watchman's oath, this is not the place for a woman to come.

"What are you going to do, staying in Castle Black is not a long-term solution." Cole didn't mean to blame. "If you can't arrange them, I can help you."

Sam gave him a wary look, it was a face that made him feel ashamed, "I'll have to ask Gilly about that."

"Gili? Good name, I remember it seems to have the meaning of carnation, is that black-haired lady?"

Sam nodded, he struggled in his heart, and suddenly said with a trembling tone, "My lord, I wonder if you can let Mance Rayder see his child."

"That's Mance's child?" Cole's tone suddenly became serious. He knew that the queen of the king beyond the wall gave birth to a son for him, and even used it to lure Mance to cooperate with him, but the child was not with him at all. hand.

"Yes." Cole's tone changed, and his voice was so frightened that his voice was as thin as cotton.

"Okay, I agree." He adjusted his expression, hoping to cover up his emotions, but Maester Aemon could still hear the joy in Cole's words.

Sam forced a smile as he felt the sweat trickle down his cheeks.

"Bachelor Aemon, I still have things to deal with in the barracks, so I will take my leave."

"Go about your business, kid."

When the sound of Cole's footsteps disappeared in the distance, Aemon said to Sam, "He chose a difficult road."

(End of this chapter)