Opening post by Cathryn Furr · #1
My maester tells me I raise this too often. My maester is welcome to raise something better.
Strip the songs away and it comes to this: what the Three-Eyed Crow wanted with a broken boy. I think the plain answer is the true one, and everybody has talked themselves past it.
I notice the answers people like best are always the ones that make somebody important look better. That is not proof of anything, but it is a pattern.
I expect to die not knowing, and I have made my peace with it.