Opening post by Lord Halys Redfort · #1
This is the part I got wrong twice. 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: how the Long Night ended the first time. My maester has a theory. My maester has fourteen theories.
There is a version of this where the truth is dull — a bad decision, a bad winter, nobody's grand design — and I have never once heard anybody argue for it.
It cost me a keep to learn. It costs you nothing to read. Learn it cheaply. I did not.