Snow // Willas Tyrell // Oberyn Martell

104. Targaryen's can't be trusted

Delicious // Tywin Lannister is out now... 

'Ch'Vyalthan was a dreadful writer, but an excellent researcher'.

'- Archmaester, I wondered if I...' Sam began

'- And this one. Maester Faull was quite the opposite... a brilliant stylist who invented half the stories he tells.'

'Um, I wanted to ask you...' Sam tried again

'If you're going to write histories, Tarly, you have to do the research. If you want people to read your histories, you need a bit of style. I'm not writing "A Chronicle of the Wars Following the Death of King Robert I" so it can sit on a shelf unread. What? You don't like the title? What would you call it, then?'

'Mm, possibly something a bit more poetic?' Sam suggested

'We're not poets, Tarly.'

'Um, Archmaester, if I could just have a moment.' Sam tried again.

'This is your moment. Use it wisely.'

'I may have found a way to treat Ser Jorah. There are two recorded cases of advanced greyscale being cured. I found the procedure in the study of rare diseases by Archmaester Pylos.' Sam informed him.

'I'm familiar with Archmaester Pylos and his study of rare diseases.'

'- Oh, you are?'

'- Yes. And shall I tell you how he died? From greyscale.'

'- Oh.' Sam said his hope fading.

'- The procedure's far too dangerous, which is why it's now forbidden.' The squeaking of carts rolling by them caught sams attention but he wasn't going to give up.

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'Hello.'

'- What are you doing?' Jorah questioned as sam closed the door.

'You're Jorah Mormont, the only son of Jeor Mormont. My name is Samwell Tarly, Sworn Brother of the Night's Watch, training to serve as maester at Castle Black. I knew your father. I was with him when he died. You are not dying today, Ser Jorah. Drink this.' Sam instructed

' What is it?' jorah asked looking into the cup.

'Rum. Drink it all, please. I'm afraid this is going to hurt.' Sam told him and Jorah drank it down a cough espaced his lips. 'If you could take off your shirt.' Jorah obliged his greyscale had spread. 'If you wouldn't mind, bite down hard. I'm sorry, but no one knows I'm here, and if they hear you screaming, then we're both finished.'

'Have you ever done this before?' Jorah questioned.

'No. But no one else will try it, so I'm the best you've got. Have a seat. I'm going to have to remove the entire upper layer of infected tissue, then apply a medicinal ointment to the...' sam began and Jorah started groaning in pain. '- Shh, shh! Shh. Again, I'm sorry, but please try not to scream.' Jorah continued to goran, sam continued to shush and but he didn't scream, he groaned and whimpered as Sam cut away the infected skin.

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'A raven, my queen, lady Olenna Tyrell.'

'Willas I don't know how your grandmother finds these things out andi don't hink I want to know but...' a smile crept on her face. Josie was 90% sure that dragon glass was at dragon but olenna confirmed it.'She's discovered proof that Dragonstone sits on a mountain of dragonglass.' Josie exclaimed reading it out loud. There was a murmured excitement. 'I received this a few days ago from Dragonstone. It was sent to me by Tyrion Lannister.' Josie went on 'He is now Hand of the Queen to Daenerys Targaryen. She intends to take the Iron Throne from Cersei Lannister. She has a powerful army at her back and, if this message is to be believed, three dragons.'