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"
Can
he
plow
a
field
?
"
the
maester
asked
.
"
Can
he
drive
a
wagon
or
sail
a
ship
?
Could
he
butcher
a
cow
?
"
"
No
.
"
Chett
gave
a
nasty
laugh
.
"
I
've
seen
what
happens
to
soft
lordlings
when
they
're
put
to
work
.
Set
them
to
churning
butter
and
their
hands
blister
and
bleed
.
Give
them
an
axe
to
split
logs
,
and
they
cut
off
their
own
foot
.
"
"
I
know
one
thing
Sam
could
do
better
than
anyone
.
"
"
Yes
?
"
Maester
Aemon
prompted
.
Jon
glanced
warily
at
Chett
,
standing
beside
the
door
,
his
boils
red
and
angry
.
"
He
could
help
you
,
"
he
said
quickly
.
"
He
can
do
sums
,
and
he
knows
how
to
read
and
write
.
I
know
Chett
ca
n't
read
,
and
Clydas
has
weak
eyes
.
Sam
read
every
book
in
his
father
's
library
.
He
'd
be
good
with
the
ravens
too
Animals
seem
to
like
him
.
Ghost
took
to
him
straight
off
.
There
's
a
lot
he
could
do
,
besides
fighting
.
The
Night
's
Watch
needs
every
man
.
Why
kill
one
,
to
no
end
?
Make
use
of
him
instead
.
"
Maester
Aemon
closed
his
eyes
,
and
for
a
brief
moment
Jon
was
afraid
that
he
had
gone
to
sleep
.
Finally
he
said
,
"
Maester
Luwin
taught
you
well
,
Jon
Snow
.
Your
mind
is
as
deft
as
your
blade
,
it
would
seem
.
"
"
Does
that
mean
...
"
"
It
means
I
shall
think
on
what
you
have
said
,
"
the
maester
told
him
firmly
.
"
And
now
,
I
believe
I
am
ready
to
sleep
.
Chett
,
show
our
young
brother
to
the
door
.
"
