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"
The
maester
is
abed
,
as
you
should
be
.
Come
back
on
the
morrow
and
maybe
he
'll
see
you
.
"
He
began
to
shut
the
door
.
Jon
jammed
it
open
with
his
boot
.
"
I
need
to
speak
to
him
now
.
The
morning
will
be
too
late
.
"
Chett
scowled
.
"
The
maester
is
not
accustomed
to
being
woken
in
the
night
.
Do
you
know
how
old
he
is
?
"
"
Old
enough
to
treat
visitors
with
more
courtesy
than
you
,
"
Jon
said
.
"
Give
him
my
pardons
.
I
would
not
disturb
his
rest
if
it
were
not
important
.
"
"
And
if
I
refuse
?
"
Jon
had
his
boot
wedged
solidly
in
the
door
.
"
I
can
stand
here
all
night
if
I
must
.
"
The
black
brother
made
a
disgusted
noise
and
opened
the
door
to
admit
him
.
"
Wait
in
the
library
.
There
's
wood
.
Start
a
fire
.
I
wo
n't
have
the
maester
catching
a
chill
on
account
of
you
.
"
Jon
had
the
logs
crackling
merrily
by
the
time
Chett
led
in
Maester
Aemon
.
The
old
man
was
clad
in
his
bed
robe
,
but
around
his
throat
was
the
chain
collar
of
his
order
.
A
maester
did
not
remove
it
even
to
sleep
.
"
The
chair
beside
the
fire
would
be
pleasant
,
"
he
said
when
he
felt
the
warmth
on
his
face
.
When
he
was
settled
comfortably
,
Chett
covered
his
legs
with
a
fur
and
went
to
stand
by
the
door
.
"
I
am
sorry
to
have
woken
you
,
Maester
,
"
Jon
Snow
said
.
