[He hesitates, wondering what can of worms precisely will be opened with this admittance.] Aye, I do.
It's the latter, in truth. The Watch dwindles now when Westeros has need of it perhaps more than it had in-- [What had Sam said of the texts he found?] six thousand years. The warring is grave, but not half so grave as what comes down out of the north beyond. Not dragons in the East, either. [Dragons will only kill a man. The Others will make fell use of his corpse and set it upon his kin.] As to why you can't recall, I could not say. Magic is yet strange to me, and the fairies are not very forthcoming with answers.
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It's the latter, in truth. The Watch dwindles now when Westeros has need of it perhaps more than it had in-- [What had Sam said of the texts he found?] six thousand years. The warring is grave, but not half so grave as what comes down out of the north beyond. Not dragons in the East, either. [Dragons will only kill a man. The Others will make fell use of his corpse and set it upon his kin.] As to why you can't recall, I could not say. Magic is yet strange to me, and the fairies are not very forthcoming with answers.