Opening post by Past100 · #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 Dornish are actually planning. My maester has a theory. My maester has fourteen theories.
The thing that unsettles me is that the people best placed to know went to considerable trouble to leave no record. Men do not do that over nothing.
It matters less than the harvest, and I will still be arguing about it at midwinter.