“I have seen the truth in the obsidian mirrors,” the archmaester had written. “Our world is not the only world. There are others. In one, the dragon hatched. In another, the wolf ate the lion. In a thousand more, the long summer never ended. We are but one song in a library of endless shelves. And the singers? They are not gods. They are men with ink-stained fingers, writing us even now.”
He slid the book into a locked iron box. But that night, long after Gerris had gone to bed, Maester Aron opened the box again. He read the final line once more, then took a quill and a fresh sheet of parchment. 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 . “I have seen the truth in the obsidian
“It’s wrong,” Gerris whispered.
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. In one, the dragon hatched
“Who wrote it?” Gerris asked.