Chapter 23 - Aenar And Aemon (I)
"The longer you live, the more knowledge you accumulate, that phrase was a perfect fit for Aemon Targaryen, Son of Maekar I, the man was a living, walking library." Aenar Targaryen on Maester Aemon.
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Jon felt an unconscionable fury lurking behind his great-uncle's apparent serenity. He was absolutely certain that if Aemon had been young and strong, he would have taken up a sword and infiltrated King's Landing, ready to slay the mortal enemies of House Targaryen.
Of that, Jon had no doubt, the man of almost a hundred years in front of him hid a fury as great as a volcano, ready to bring death and ashes to nourish the soil again.
"Maester Aemon, Jon Snow, Eddard Stark's bastard, wishes to ask permission to visit Castle Black's Library." Clydas approached Aemon and helped the old man carry the book in his arms.
The man's pale, blind lilac eyes fell on the ten-year-old in an instant, and Jon felt a shiver run through his body at the sight of those eyes, which could no longer see. A wise, gentle gaze, but it hid a powerful feeling, sharpened by time.
He couldn't see, but Jon felt that he could still see the outline of something, even if it was such a blurred image.
"Does young Snow wish to have knowledge?" Aemon asked, his slow steps approaching a chair slightly away from the fireplace.
"We all need knowledge, we're no different from animals without it controlled by our emotions." Jon replied with a smile as he removed the hood that hid his face.
Clydas looked at the young man in surprise; for some reason, the bastard's eyes reminded him of those of Maester Aemon. Although the color was different, the feeling was the same, as if he were looking at a prince, or in the case of the young man in front of him, the eyes of a king.
Aemon stopped his slow steps for a moment and replied in his slightly hoarse, weak voice. "Wise words, Young Snow."