Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

"Enough!" Ser Alliser Thorne's words cut through the air like a blade of Valyrian steel.

He was scolding a few young men who were fighting. As a coach on the Great Wall, he would do this whenever new people came. Cole didn't like his contemptuous tone. He felt that knights should abide by the humility in their creed, just like ' Like Baelor the Breaker of Spears, he is willing to fight for the weak.

This is not a question that a cook should think about, especially a cook on the Great Wall in desperate situation.

He was picked up from the King's Road by Maester Aemon on a cold winter night. I heard from Maester Aemon that at that time his face had turned white from the cold and he could not even cry. Everyone thought that He probably wouldn't survive that night, but who knew that his cries would wake up the entire night watchman brothers in the tower the next morning.

Commander-in-Chief Kogel also joked, "This guy has a loud voice and is a Ranger."

Who knew that this sentence was like a curse. The cold winter did not take away his life, but it took away his health. As long as he stood on the city wall, he was afraid that he would be blown away by the wind. His body was too thin. He would never be a Ranger.

At this time, the cold wind blew, making him shiver uncontrollably. He was already wrapped in a sheepskin coat, but no matter how many clothes he wore on the edge of the Great Wall, he could not stop the knife-like cold.

Seeing that he was staring at the martial arts arena in a daze again, the steward Clydas couldn't help shouting to him: "Hey, little ranger, Maester Aemon will starve if he continues to be dazed."

Cole came back to his senses and looked at him apologetically. Clydas was short, bald, with dark red eyes, hunched shoulders, a round face with almost no chin, and a sheepskin coat full of patches. I'm not thin, but maybe my job as a business officer is more lucrative.

Because he did not join the Night's Watch, Cole does not hold a position in Castle Black. His 15-year-old name day will be next year, and then he can swear to the gods to join the Black Army.

However, over the years, he has been following Maester Aemon, and he can be regarded as a small steward. Although he does not have the talent to become a ranger, Cole is good at cooking. At least he can roast meat even for the Commander-in-Chief. They all boasted and praised.

The brothers in black are always amazed that he can find some strange things and then make extremely delicious food.

Cole himself was confused, as he seemed to know these things innately. He once asked Maester Aemon in confusion, but all he got in return was the maester shaking his head and smiling. He told Cole that there were many strange people and strange things in this world, and even the books in the city could not record them all.

Everyone on the night watch knew that Cole cooked the most delicious food. The most anticipated thing of the day for the brothers in black was to drink the broth he cooked. If anyone was assigned to be on duty at meal time, he would definitely I'll be depressed all day long. Because he probably could only eat a little rye bread and drink a bowl of vegetable soup that looked like cow urine that day.

Because there were hundreds of people, Cole was only responsible for the simplest tasks of making soup and cooking for Maester Aemon.

He and Clydas walked up the corridor. Maester Aemon was taken care of by him, Clydas, and Chett. Clydas was the maester's assistant, Cole was responsible for the maester's food, and Chett was feeding the night watchman. Raising crows.

The bachelor is already very old. He always likes children. Cole was raised by him. In recent years, his health has been deteriorating and he can no longer see. But his words are always full of wisdom. Black-coated The brothers were as willing to listen to his guidance as they were to the Targaryen stories Cole had told him as a child.

Opening the door, Maester Aemon's keen hearing quickly recognized Cole's footsteps, and he asked in a soft voice: "Is it little Cole?"

"It's me, maester." Cole walked over and put the lunch box under the bed.

Maester Aemon reached over and ruffled Cole's hair. "You are not willing to call me Grandpa Aemon now. It seems that they have taught you well."

In fact, a short dwarf came to him to ask for soup yesterday and revealed some words in the chat. Cole sympathized with the dwarf. Maybe they both had physical defects that made the two of them sympathize with each other. They said it was a 'little devil', but Cole felt that Tyrion Lannister was a very knowledgeable man, although not as knowledgeable as Maester Aemon.

The little devil told him the eight dogmas of knights. Yes, Cole was a cook with a knight's dream, although he couldn't even be a ranger. But he longs to be an honorable knight, like Ser Barristan the Sword of the Dawn and the Bold.

He should understand honor and disgrace. Maester Aemon is a highly respected person in the Night's Watch. He should respect him and call him Maester.

In fact, when Cole called out the word 'maester', a trace of disappointment flashed across Maester Aemon's old face, but after thinking about it, he was quickly relieved.

"Lykdas." Maester Aemon called softly, and then asked: "Are there any letters delivered today?"

Lakedas shook his head. "Zit didn't send any letters."

Cole handed him a bowl of porridge. Maester Aemon had no teeth left to chew. He took the spoon and drank in small sips. He was not like the brothers of the Night Watch at all. Whether they were eating food or drinking soup, they would all devour it with open mouths.

Perhaps age was a factor, but Cole preferred to believe that Maester Aemon was an honorable and well-educated nobleman.

Because the nobles are linked to the knights, Cole has an inexplicable liking for the nobles. Sometimes after listening to a dirty joke from a night watchman during the day, he would dream at night that he was a knight somewhere and captured the heart of a beautiful noble lady. But the next morning, he had to wash his pants.

After dinner, Cole walked with Maester Aemon again. The maester would talk a lot, but Cole's soul had already flown to the martial arts field. He was always fascinated by the sound of swords.

In fact, Cole was also very tall, but he was too thin and too fragile.

The dwarf Lannister also joked that he should give him some of his height.

Just then, a few new night watchmen passed by them. The coach Sir Thorne should have scolded them just now. It is said that one of them is a bastard of the Stark family, named Jon Snow, but he is very arrogant, and Cole did not dare to talk to him for a while.

Cole saw that Jon Snow's face was a little gloomy, and he was obviously in a bad mood, while the remaining two people walked with a limp, which showed that they were probably injured.

That night, Cole, lying in the tower room, was still thinking about what Lannister had told him. Every time he heard a piece of information about the knight, he would record it like a treasure and carve it on the wall of the tower defense.

At this time, the new scratches on the wall were: humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, spirit, honesty, and justice

Tonight, the night sky of the entire Westeros continent was covered with dense clouds, and a meteor streaked across, as if it had completely split the chaos, revealing the bright moonlight and the bright stars. Even the most accomplished stargazers in the Citadel could not see through the meaning of this meteor?