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〃Your father is an able soldier；〃 King Stannis said。 〃He defeated my brother once； at Ashford。 Mace Tyrell has been pleased to claim the honors for that victory； but Lord Randyll had decided matters before Tyrell ever found the battlefield。 He slew Lord Cafferen with that great Valyrian sword of his and sent his head to Aerys。〃 The king rubbed his jaw with a finger。 〃You are not the sort of son I would expect such a man to have。〃
〃I 。 。 。 I am not the sort of son he wanted； sire。〃
〃if you had not taken the black； you would make a useful hostage；〃 Stannis mused。
〃He has taken the black； sire；〃 Maester Aemon pointed out。
〃I am well aware of that；〃 the king said。 〃I am aware of more than you know； Aemon Targaryen。〃
The old man inclined his head。 〃I am only Aemon； sire。 We give up our House names when we forge our maester's chains。〃
The king gave that a curt nod； as if to say he knew and did not care。 〃You slew this creature with an obsidian dagger； I am told；〃 he said to Sam。
〃Y…yes； Your Grace。 Jon Snow gave it to me。〃
〃Dragonglass。〃 The red woman's laugh was music。 〃Frozen fire； in the tongue of old Valyria。 Small wonder it is anathema to these cold children of the other。〃
〃On Dragonstone； where I had my seat； there is much of this obsidian to be seen in the old tunnels beneath the mountain；〃 the king told Sam。 〃Chunks of it； boulders； ledges。 The great part of it was black； as I recall； but there was some green as well； some red； even purple。 I have sent word to Ser Rolland my castellan to begin mining it。 I will not hold Dragonstone for very much longer； I fear； but perhaps the Lord of Light shall grant us enough frozen fire to arm ourselves against these creatures； before the castle falls。〃
Sam cleared his throat。 〃S…sire。 The dagger 。 。 。 the dragonglass only shattered when I tried to stab a wight。〃
Melisandre smiled。 〃Necromancy animates these wights； yet they are still only dead flesh。 Steel and fire will serve for them。 The ones you call the Others are something more。〃
〃Demons made of snow and ice and cold；〃 said Stannis Baratheon。 〃The ancient enemy。 The only enemy that matters。〃 He considered Sam again。 〃I am told that you and this wildling girl passed beneath the Wall； through some magic gate。〃
〃The B…black Gate；〃 Sam stammered。 〃Below the Nightfort。〃
〃The Nightfort is the largest and oldest of the castles on the Wall；〃 the king said。 〃That is where I intend to make my seat； whilst I fight this war。 You will show me this gate。〃
〃I；〃 said Sam； 〃I w…will； if 。 。 。〃 If it is still there。 If it will open for a man not of the black。 If 。 。 。
〃You will；〃 snapped Stannis。 〃I shall tell you when。〃
Maester Aemon smiled。 〃Your Grace；〃 he said； 〃before we go； I wonder if you would do us the great honor of showing us this wondrous blade we have all heard so very much of。〃
〃You want to see Lightbringer？ A blind man？〃
〃Sam shall be my eyes。〃
The king frowned。 〃Everyone else has seen the thing； why not a blind man？〃 His swordbelt and scabbard hung from a peg near the hearth。 He took the belt down and drew the longsword out。 Steel scraped against wood and leather； and radiance filled the solar； shimmering； shifting； a dance of gold and orange and red light； all the bright colors of fire。
〃Tell me； Samwell。〃 Maester Aemon touched his arm。
〃It glows；〃 said Sam； in a hushed voice。 〃As if it were on fire。 There are no flames； but the steel is yellow and red and orange； all flashing and glimmering； like sunshine on water； but prettier。 I wish you could see it； Maester。〃
〃I see it now； Sam。 A sword full of sunlight。 So lovely to behold。〃 The old man bowed stiffly。 〃Your Grace。 My lady。 This was most kind of you。〃
When King Stannis sheathed the shining sword； the room seemed to grow very dark； despite the sunlight streaming through the window。 〃Very well； you've seen it。 You may return to your duties now。 And remember what I said。 Your brothers will chose a Lord mander tonight； or I shall make them wish they had。〃
Maester Aemon was lost in thought as Sam helped him down the narrow turnpike stair。 But as they were crossing the yard； he said； 〃I felt no heat。 Did you； Sam？〃
〃Heat？ From the sword？ 〃 He thought back。 〃The air around it was shimmering； the way it does above a hot brazier。〃
〃Yet you felt no heat； did you？ And the scabbard that held this sword； it is wood and leather； yes？ I heard the sound when His Grace drew out the blade。 Was the leather scorched； Sam？ Did the wood seem burnt or blackened？〃
〃No；〃 Sam admitted。 〃Not that I could see。〃
Maester Aemon nodded。 Back in his own chambers； he asked Sam to set a fire and help him to his chair beside the hearth。 〃it is hard to be so old；〃 he sighed as he settled onto the cushion。 〃And harder still to be so blind。 I miss the sun。 And books。 I miss books most of all。〃 Aemon waved a hand。 〃I shall have no more need of you till the choosing。〃
〃The choosing 。 。 。 Maester； isn't there something you could do？ What the king said of Lord Janos 。 。 。〃
〃I recall；〃 Maester Aemon said； 〃but Sam； I am a maester； chained and sworn。 My duty is to counsel the Lord mander； whoever he might be。 It would not be proper for me to be seen to favor one contender over another。〃
〃I'm not a maester；〃 said Sam。 〃Could I do something？〃
Aemon turned his blind white eyes toward Sam's face； and smiled softy。 〃Why； I don't know； Samwell。 Could you？〃
I could； Sam thought。 I have to。 He had to do it right away； too。 If he hesitated he was certain to lose his courage。 I am a man of the Night's Watch； he reminded himself as he hurried across the yard。 I am。 I can do this。 There had been a time when he had quaked and squeaked if Lord Mormont so much as looked at him； but that was the old Sam； before the Fist of the First Men and Craster's Keep； before the wights and Coldhands； and the Other on his dead horse。 He was braver now。 Gilly made me braver； he'd told Jon。 It was true。 It had to be true。
Cotter Pyke was the scarier of the two manders； so Sam went to him first； while his courage was still hot。 He found him in the old Shieldhall； dicing with three of his Eastwatch men and a red…headed sergeant who had e from Dragonstone with Stannis。
When Sam begged leave to speak with him； though； Pyke barked an order； and the others took the dice and coins and left them。
No man would ever call Cotter Pyke handsome； though the body under his studded brigantine and roughspun breeches was lean and hard and wiry strong。 His eyes were small and close…set； his nose broken； his widow's peak as sharply pointed as the head of a spear。 The pox had ravaged his face badly； and the beard he'd grown to hide the scars was thin and scraggly。
〃Sam the Slayer！〃 he said； by way of greeting。 〃Are you sure you stabbed an Other； and not some child's snow knight？〃
This isn't starting well。 〃it was the dragonglass that killed it； my lord；〃 Sam explained feebly。
〃Aye； no doubt。 Well； out with it； Slayer。 Did the maester send you to me？〃
〃The maester？〃 Sam swallowed。 〃I 。 。 。 I just left him； my lord。〃 That wasn't truly a lie； but if Pyke chose to read it wrong； it might make him more inclined to listen。 Sam took a deep breath and launched i