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"
No
,
this
was
Aerys
the
First
.
The
one
Robert
deposed
was
the
second
of
that
name
.
"
"
How
long
ago
was
this
?
"
"
Eighty
years
or
close
enough
,
"
the
Old
Bear
said
,
"
and
no
,
I
still
hadn
’
t
been
born
,
though
Aemon
had
forged
half
a
dozen
links
of
his
maester
’
s
chain
by
then
.
Aerys
wed
his
own
sister
,
as
the
Targaryens
were
wont
to
do
,
and
reigned
for
ten
or
twelve
years
.
Aemon
took
his
vows
and
left
the
Citadel
to
serve
at
some
lordling
’
s
court
.
.
.
until
his
royal
uncle
died
without
issue
.
The
Iron
Throne
passed
to
the
last
of
King
Daeron
’
s
four
sons
.
That
was
Maekar
,
Aemon
’
s
father
.
The
new
king
summoned
all
his
sons
to
court
and
would
have
made
Aemon
part
of
his
councils
,
but
he
refused
,
saying
that
would
usurp
the
place
rightly
belonging
to
the
Grand
Maester
.
Instead
he
served
at
the
keep
of
his
eldest
brother
,
another
Daeron
.
Well
,
that
one
died
too
,
leaving
only
a
feeble
-
witted
daughter
as
heir
.
Some
pox
he
caught
from
a
whore
,
I
believe
.
The
next
brother
was
Aerion
.
"
"
Aerion
the
Monstrous
?
"
Jon
knew
that
name
.
"
The
Prince
Who
Thought
He
Was
a
Dragon
"
was
one
of
Old
Nan
’
s
more
gruesome
tales
.
His
little
brother
Bran
had
loved
it
.
"
The
very
one
,
though
he
named
himself
Aerion
Brightflame
.
One
night
,
in
his
cups
,
he
drank
a
jar
of
wildfire
,
after
telling
his
friends
it
would
transform
him
into
a
dragon
,
but
the
gods
were
kind
and
it
transformed
him
into
a
corpse
.
Not
quite
a
year
after
,
King
Maekar
died
in
battle
against
an
outlaw
lord
.
"
Jon
was
not
entirely
innocent
of
the
history
of
the
realm
;
his
own
maester
had
seen
to
that
.
"
That
was
the
year
of
the
Great
Council
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
lords
passed
over
Prince
Aerion
’
s
infant
son
and
Prince
Daeron
’
s
daughter
and
gave
the
crown
to
Aegon
.
"
"
Yes
and
no
.
First
they
offered
it
,
quietly
,
to
Aemon
.
And
quietly
he
refused
.
The
gods
meant
for
him
to
serve
,
not
to
rule
,
he
told
them
.
He
had
sworn
a
vow
and
would
not
break
it
,
though
the
High
Septon
himself
offered
to
absolve
him
.
Well
,
no
sane
man
wanted
any
blood
of
Aerion
’
s
on
the
throne
,
and
Daeron
’
s
girl
was
a
lackwit
besides
being
female
,
so
they
had
no
choice
but
to
turn
to
Aemon
’
s
younger
brother
—
Aegon
,
the
Fifth
of
His
Name
.
Aegon
the
Unlikely
,
they
called
him
,
born
the
fourth
son
of
a
fourth
son
.
Aemon
knew
,
and
rightly
,
that
if
he
remained
at
court
those
who
disliked
his
brother
’
s
rule
would
seek
to
use
him
,
so
he
came
to
the
Wall
.
And
here
he
has
remained
,
while
his
brother
and
his
brother
’
s
son
and
his
son
each
reigned
and
died
in
turn
,
until
Jaime
Lannister
put
an
end
to
the
line
of
the
Dragonkings
.
"
"
King
,
"
croaked
the
raven
.
The
bird
flapped
across
the
solar
to
land
on
Mormont
’
s
shoulder
.
"
King
,
"
it
said
again
,
strutting
back
and
forth
.
"
He
likes
that
word
,
"
Jon
said
,
smiling
.
