Storm's End.

On the open-air balcony covered in golden roses, Margaery Tyrell lifted her sore eyes from the heavy books.

"Your Majesty," reminded the maid beside her, "you have been reading for too long, and it is time to rest." ”

Margaery smiled slightly, put down the book, and stretched out her hand:

"Help me up and walk."

Her belly was so big that she needed help getting up from her recliner.

The maid helped the queen as she walked through the garden, and asked in a curious and slightly nervous tone:

"Your Majesty, really...... Are there any ghosts? ”

"There should be." Margaery replied thoughtfully.

She had just been reading a book about strange spirits, and the story in the book was so bizarre and eerie that it was hard to believe.

However, the words of the two black-clad night watchmen from the Great Wall of Desperation seemed to confirm something in the book.

"What should I do then?" The maid was even more nervous.

"What are you afraid of. 10,000 years ago, people were able to drive away strange spirits, and now of course they can. Margaery suddenly remembered that her husband had also mentioned the threat from beyond the Great Wall, and seemed to have made some preparations......

As he was thinking, he saw Sir Brienne Tarth striding over and reporting:

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that Master Aemon is dying."

Margaery was slightly startled in her heart and said:

"I'll take a look."

She knew that Maester Aemon was more than just a Night's Watch Scholar, and that the hundred-year-old had served Castle Black for so long that many people had forgotten his last name.

But Margaery knew that the old man's surname was Targaryen.

Three months ago, the old bachelor came to Storm's End by boat, saying that he wanted to see Caesar and the dragon.

But alas, he came a step too late, and Samwell had already gone to the continent of Essos.

Passing through the garden path, Margaery walked into the First Castle, where the old bachelor was placed in the first room on the left hand side of the antechamber.

Before she could enter the door, Margaery smelled a strange smell, full of decay, which was the smell of death.

Suppressed cries came out:

“…… You really shouldn't be here...... Whining...... Really shouldn't have come. You're all over 100 years old...... Where can you withstand the hardships of a long journey......"

Margaery walked in and saw Darien, the night watchman, lying beside her bed, weeping.

Melisandre, the red-robed witch, stood on the other side of the bed and shook her head slightly when she saw Margaery.

"Is it Queen Margaery?" Maester Aemon lay on the bed, his body dry to the point of only a layer of skin, but his face was strangely ruddy, and his voice was loud and powerful.

"It's me." Margaery knew that this was not an indication that Maester Aemon was getting better, but rather that it was an anomaly in the midst of death.

The stranger has hovered outside the door, but the benevolent gods always give the dying one last chance to say goodbye.

"Is Caesar back?" Maester Aemon looked at the door with his blind eyes.

"Sorry, not yet."

"Well, it seems that I won't see the dragon anymore......" Maester Aemon sighed, "the fire will be taken, and the ice and snow will be saved." Maybe I really shouldn't have left the Great Wall of Despair, and I can continue to live in the snow and ice...... But I'm not willing to do it after all. My contemporaries are long dead, and the gods are the only ones who have kept me alive until now, and they must have had their intentions in doing so.

It's a pity that I have so much to say, but I don't have anyone to talk to......"

"You can tell me." Margaery stepped forward and took the old man's hand, "I'll help you tell Sam." ”

"Good, good. Tell him, tell him about the situation of the desperate Wall, tell him about the wild people and the spreading cold that is going south, tell him about the resurrected giants and mammoths, tell him about the strangers and the ghouls that walk around...... Tell him all of this.

Winter is coming, but the lords of the Seven Kingdoms are still killing each other...... We must unite and fight together against the terrible enemy from the north......"

"I'll tell you." Margaery nodded, and then asked, "Maester Aemon, I've looked through some accounts of the Stranger, but it's more of a legend than a historical fact. ”

"That's right. If you really want a chronicle or something, you'll never find it. Maester Aemon licked the corners of his chapped mouth, "Our oldest historical record was written after the Andals came to Westeros, and the ancestors only left runes on the rocks, so the so-called historical facts we think we know about the Age of Dawn, the Age of Heroes, and the 'Long Night' are the memoirs of the Masters thousands of years later.

In the school city, many doctors don't believe in these things at all, and they don't believe in the existence of strange ghosts.

But they do exist, the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch has been attacked by his dead brother, and the wildlings outside the Wall have also seen white ghosts in the snow, otherwise how could they suddenly go south. ”

"What do you do with the strangers?" Margaery asked.

"Long Jing." Maester Aemon said, "In the Age of Heroes, the Sons of the Forest give the Night's Watch a hundred Dragon Crystal Daggers every year. Ordinary swords can't cut through the armor of the Wraiths, and only Dragon Crystals can damage them. And Longgang ......"

"Long Gang?"

"It's Valyrian steel." Maester Aemon coughed twice, then suddenly weakened, "And most importantly, Dragon Flame, of course...... You said before that Caesar was looking for Daenerys Targaryen? ”

"Yes."

"That's good, that's good......," Maester Aemon sighed, "and I'd love to meet that girl." It's a pity that there is no chance. Dragons are the key to dealing with the Strangers and ending the darkness. The dragon has three heads, and Daenerys is one of them. But there's one missing......

Unfortunately, I am too old and frail to be one of them......"

Tears welled up in the old bachelor's white blind eyes.

Margaery was speechless, and could only pat the old man's hand as a sign of comfort.

"I have been on earth for so many years, waiting, observing, but when the dawn is coming, I am too old." Maester Aemon was still babbling, "For an old man like me, death is nothing to be afraid of. I just regret that I didn't see the light and understand the ancient secrets......

Why are glass candles lit...... Why do dragons hatch from stones...... And the puzzle of the Sphinx......"

The old bachelor began to speak incoherently, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

muttering something that no one understands.

Eventually, his hand slipped from Margaery's palm, and he stopped speaking, and the light in his white blind eyes completely dissipated.

Dalion burst into tears.

Margaery put the old man's hand back to her side and was about to say something when she saw the window whirring in a hot wind.

"It's a pity, it's only a step too late." Melisandre sighed.

Margaery came to her senses and walked quickly to the window, poking her head out to look at the sky.

I saw that in the sky above the Storm's Rest, there were three dragons circling and neighing.

One white, one black, one green, three colors swim on the blue background, attracting everyone's attention.

"His Majesty Caesar is back!" There was a cheer in the Storm's End.

Margaery also had a happy smile on her face:

"Caesar is back."

(End of chapter)