“No,” the maester said. “It is simply… different.”
Gerris looked up. His face was pale. “Maester? Are we… are we real?” libros de cancion de hielo y fuego
He turned a page. A map. Gerris leaned closer. It showed a Westeros he did not know. The Wall was there, but it was marked with a different name: The Ice’s Teeth . Winterfell was not Winterfell; it was The Star of the North . And south of the Neck, the great castle of Casterly Rock was named Goldfang , while King’s Landing was a place called Aegon’s Folly . “No,” the maester said
Maester Aron closed the book. For a long moment, he did not answer. The candle flame flickered. Outside the window, the stars of the northern sky burned cold and silent. “Maester
At the top, he wrote: “The Song of Ice and Fire – A True History.”
The book had been found in the ruins of a watchtower along the Skirling Pass, buried beneath a collapsed slate roof. A wildling had sold it to a ranger for a bag of salt beef. The ranger had given it to the Lord Commander, who had given it to the raven master, who had sent it south to the Citadel. And now it lay before them.
