Opening post by Lady Barbrey Dustin · #1
My maester tells me I raise this too often. My maester is welcome to raise something better.
The question, put plainly: what the Three-Eyed Crow wanted with a broken boy. I think we have been asking the wrong question for a hundred years.
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 matters less than the harvest, and I will still be arguing about it at midwinter.