Jeor Mormont was now sitting in a seat further to the side. His seat had been occupied by King Robert.
And now there are two dukes and several earls in front of us, but old Mormont was also the earl of Bear Island before joining the Night's Watch, and as the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, there is still a chair here to sit on.
He sat next to Stark, the former Lord of Winterfell, and diagonally across from him was King Robert's eldest brother, Stannis Baratheon, the Duke of Dragonstone.
He has broad shoulders and a tall figure. His skin has become dark and hard as iron due to long-term exposure to the sun.
Although Stannis is not very old now, not much different from Jon Connington, he has aged prematurely, and only a row of fine black hair is left on his head, like the shadow of a crown.
His face was resolute, his eyes were deep, and his lips were pale, thin and tight. He sat next to his brother Robert and looked at the wildling messenger who was driven away again. He didn't smile at all, and his face showed a thoughtful look.
The look of thinking.
"These lawless savages should be treated with a high-pressure attitude, otherwise who knows what kind of chaos they will cause if they are allowed to enter the Great Wall."
Stannis said in a stiff tone.
Like Robert and Eddard, he was extremely fed up with these barbarians called "free folk" because their freedom was based on the suffering of others.
They are not engaged in production, but like to plunder. They call such behavior "freedom"? They even mock the people of the Seven Kingdoms who work diligently and honestly to support themselves and their families as "kneeling people".
If according to Stannis's temper, these people are not even qualified to wear black clothes, they should freeze to death in the cold wind outside the wall, or be killed by those terrifying White Walkers.
Although the two brothers Robert and Stannis often disagreed on many things, it was rare that Stannis did not quarrel with his brother on this matter.
but...
Another point.
"Is this...Horn of Winter really something that doesn't exist?"
Stannis raised his head and asked, still a little worried.
He heard the savage messenger's words were conclusive, and said that it had a nose and eyes. It seemed that there really was such a thing, but he was a little unclear about the details.
"Hmph, the Great Wall that Brandon the Builder worked so hard to build, why did he leave behind such an artifact that can destroy the Great Wall?"
Robert, who was sitting in the main seat, took another sip of wine from the glass, his face was rosy, he waved his hands and said disapprovingly.
"If there really is such a thing, why didn't the savages blow the whistle earlier? If the Great Wall collapsed, they wouldn't have to continue to suffer in such a bitter and cold place."
What Robert said makes sense.
When Stannis heard this, he just shook his head. He was just a little suspicious just now, but now it seems that the wildlings are really sick and seeking medical treatment in an attempt to scare them.
And at this time.
Sitting at the back of the conference hall, Bachelor Aemon of the Night Watch stood up tremblingly and spoke.
"The Horn of Winter...is not something that doesn't exist."
"My lords and...your majesty."
The old man has a bald head and a few messy white hairs. He has a pair of white blind eyes and a hoarse voice.
Although Aemon faced the enemy who destroyed his family, he was still able to deal with it calmly, even calling him 'Your Majesty'.
Eddard, who was sitting next to King Robert, raised his head when he saw Maester Aemon suddenly speaking, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
He was one of the few people who knew Maester Aemon's true identity, but he was not worried that Robert would kill this nearly centenarian old man.
Robert...should...not be such a person.
After all, Maester Aemon is Robert's...
Great-grandfather?
I don't know why Ed suddenly lost his confidence in the end. The relationship was too complicated, and he couldn't figure out for a while how Robert should address such an old man.
But he thought of the mother and son who died tragically in Junlin, and suddenly he didn't seem to have that much trust in his good brother.
He even had a big quarrel with Robert because of this at that time, and then led his troops alone to leave King's Landing and go south to break the siege of Storm's End, and then went to Dorne to bring back the body of his sister.
"oh?"
And Maester Aemon suddenly spoke, which naturally attracted the attention of everyone present.
This time King Robert led an alliance of nobles from the Seven Kingdoms, including not just Stannis and Eddard Stark.
There is also Jon Royce, Earl of Runestone City from the Vale, who leads the army in the Vale.
Earl Lefford of the Golden Tooth City in the West leads the army in the West.
All of Tywin Lannister's brothers were dead, and he didn't want to come to the freezing Great Wall, so he had to leave it to a mediocre Earl of the Golden Teeth to lead the army.
There are also ‘Ser Blackfish’ Brynden Tully of the Riverlands, Dorne, the Riverlands, the Stormlands, etc... except for the Iron Islands.
However, Dorne has the smallest number of people, only 300 people. It doesn't look like they are here to fight, but more like they are here for sightseeing at the end of the world.
Now everyone's eyes are on this gray-haired old man.
They don't know the identity of the other Targaryen, and their once silver hair has now turned pale.
"Who is this..."
The Earl of Runestone City, Yon Royce, said with a puzzled look on his face.
He didn't know this old man, but he seemed to be a night watchman, and the night watchman who could sit here was naturally of extraordinary status, and the other person was really old. Count Yohn asked in a more polite tone.
road.
"This is Maester Aemon of the Night's Watch."
At this moment, Old Mormont, the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, relieved Maester Aemon and explained.
"Maester Aemon has served on the Great Wall for decades and is ninety-three years old this year."
"He is so knowledgeable that he has read almost all the books left by the Night's Watch."
Many of the precious books left by the Night's Watch throughout the ages are unique and not collected by the Citadel. Therefore, Maester Aemon often writes letters to the Citadel to exchange some issues.
"Oh, it's Maester Aemon."
When they heard that the old man in front of them had lived to be ninety-three years old, everyone present showed shocked expressions.
At this age, he is almost a living fossil. They have never heard of anyone living for such an old age.
When you were young, you may have been brilliant or powerful, but in the end you discovered that living a long life is the truth.
Earl Lefford also showed a shocked expression, and then asked.
"Then...this old man."
"You just said...the Horn of Winter is not something that doesn't exist. What do you mean?"