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"King-Beyond-the-Wall, I can offer you a chance."
Mance Rayder paused, surprised by Cole's words. "A chance?"
"Kneel before me and swear loyalty," Cole told him.
The King of the Wildlings laughed loudly. "How can free folk like us kneel as much as you southerners do? If you want to kill me, go ahead. Don't even dream of me kneeling for you. Never."
"I hope so," Cole replied calmly. "I understand that you, who call yourselves free folk, are wild, proud, and ignorant, stuck in your ways, barbaric, and foolish."
Hearing Cole's opinion of them, Mance just snorted.
"Kneel to me and save your life," Cole urged again, pressing his sword to Mance's neck.
Mance Rayder simply looked at him with contempt.
"Well, he is a man," Cole praised. "I thought the guy who would betray the Night's Watch for a cloak would be weak, but I didn't expect you to be quite brave." He lowered his sword and told his soldiers, "Untie him."
"In that case, let's talk about working together," Cole changed his approach.
Mance moved his hands and feet, his face expressionless as he watched Cole.
"Your wildling wife gave birth to a son for you, congratulations," Cole said with a smile.
Mance could no longer keep his cool expression. He asked, slightly angry, "What do you want?"
"Cooperation. I don't need you to kneel to me, and I can take you south."
The King-Beyond-the-Wall frowned. "What do you want?"
"Do you think you're safe if you avoid the dead?" Cole shook his head. "I could have killed you and gained the cooperation of the North instead."
But now he had changed his mind. Originally, besides supporting the Night's Watch this time, Cole had also planned to restart an alliance with the Starks because of the White Walkers.
But who knew that Ned Stark would die right after Cole arrived.
"I know that White Walkers can bring the dead back to life. Even if one King-Beyond-the-Wall dies, others will appear. With the fear the dead bring, your push south will only get crazier," Cole said. "Keeping you outside the Wall will only increase the number of dead. This is not what I want."
The back and forth of this conflict would only make the power of the White Walkers stronger.
"Is that all?" Mance Rayder asked.
"If you think the South is a good place, you're wrong, Mance Rayder. Do you think that besides me, the other lords in the South won't hear about the wildling invasion? They just don't have time to care." In truth, Cole shouldn't have gone North. The Stormlands were in a critical state.
"So I need you to fight for me," he said seriously.
"Free folk fight only for those they believe in," Mance replied.
Cole shrugged. "I'm just working with you. Right now, you are my prisoner, and I control your life and death. This is also an opportunity I'm giving you. I believe you're a smart man. You don't have to pay any price to cross the Wall right now; the choice is yours."
"I don't know if the free folk beyond the Wall care about their families. I heard your wives were all taken. I hope you'll think carefully about your wives and children. If you choose to die, I will send them back North, but you can imagine what happens next."
He stood up and walked toward Castle Black.
"I am Prince Aemon the Dragonknight!" Jon yelled.
"I am Florian the Fool!" or "I am the Young Dragon!" Robb would shout back to him.
One morning, Jon was the first to boast, "I am the Lord of Winterfell!" He had said this hundreds of times before. Only this time, just this time, Robb replied, "You cannot be Lord of Winterfell. You are a bastard, my lady mother said, and you will never have Winterfell."
That was a memory of him and Robb, and one of Jon's tears fell on the parchment.
It turns out I'm not even a Stark bastard.
He finally understood why his "father" never told him the truth.
"How do you feel?" Jon heard the maester's weak voice. "There's no need to be too sad, my son."
Jon wiped the tears from his eyes, even though he knew Maester Aemon couldn't see them.
"Maester, is this true?" he asked hoarsely.
"You have to learn to accept reality, Jon. There is no coming back from the dead." The maester clearly didn't understand what he was asking.
"My mother is Lyanna Stark?" This was an unfamiliar name. He had seen the statue of this "aunt" in the crypts. She was in a room with Lord Rickard and Brandon Stark.
Traditionally, only the King in the North and the Lord of Winterfell had the honor of sculpted portraits.
He said again, mechanically, "My father is Rhaegar Targaryen." This made him feel extremely sad.
Maester Aemon was silent for a long time before he said, "We share the same bloodline, son. When we swore to join the Night's Watch, we gave up our past identities and could no longer meddle in the disputes of the Seven Kingdoms."
"He has been protecting me," Jon sobbed.
The maester touched his forehead. "Lord Eddard was an honorable man. He fought to defend the kingdom. This is the most glorious way for a warrior to die, my son. People will sing his praises like Aemon the Dragonknight. You should be proud of him."
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a knock on the door.
"Grandfather Aemon!"
He pushed open the door and entered, his armor scraping softly.
Cole held a candle, and its dim light allowed him to see the room clearly. Lying on the hospital bed was a young man in black, with a tear-stained face, black curly hair, and an untrimmed beard covering the corners of his lips.
"Little Cole," Aemon called softly.
Cole's attention turned to the thin, old figure, Aemon Targaryen.
Maester Aemon was much smaller than Cole remembered, with a shrunken body and an old maester's robe.
Cole walked up to him and, his voice trembling, said again, "Grandfather Aemon, I'm back."
The maester's hand reached up tremblingly, only touching Cole's breastplate. Cole lowered his head, and the maester's thin hand touched his face. "Many things must have happened, little Cole."
"I've been to many places. The South is much more comfortable than the North, Grandfather Maester," Cole said, pretending to be relaxed.
Maester Aemon shook his head. "Your face tells me you are tired, my boy."
"Jon," Cole turned quickly. "I am deeply sorry about Lord Stark."
Cole found Jon looking at him blankly.
"Is your injury okay?" Cole asked with concern.