"Listening to you say that, I'm even more inclined to think they ought to be mountain dwarves."
"And you, boy—who are you? I noticed you back when we were still in that crude castle."
"You are… strange."
The sudden appearance of the boy in the green cloak did not surprise Erevi. With her perception, she could clearly sense what every person in the entire party was doing.
She was rely curious who this one might be.
Kal, too, felt so curiosity toward the person who had appeared so abruptly, while Benjen's gaze fell upon the sigil embroidered on the boy's cloak.
It was a black crocodile crouched upon a grey-green field.
"You are of House Reed of Greywater Watch, are you not?" Benjen asked.
At this, the boy in the green cloak lifted his hood, revealing brown hair and a pair of deep green eyes.
"Your Grace, my lady, Lord Benjen Stark, my na is Jojen Reed. Lord Howland Reed of Greywater Watch is my father."
"You say you are Jojen Reed?"
As Jojen spoke, before Benjen could continue, Kal suddenly interrupted him.
With that introduction, Kal recalled who this person was.
Yet with Bran's fate having been altered by his own hand, he did not know whether the boy's "greensight" still remained.
Kal's tone of surprise was not concealed; several of them could tell that the King seed sowhat curious about Jojen.
"Your Grace, you have heard of ?" Jojen asked.
"I know of you, and I know of your house."
Under the eyes of the gathered company, Kal had no intention of concealing anything.
After speaking, Kal turned toward Erevi, who wore a curious expression. "Your perception was not mistaken, Erevi."
"As I understand it, among the children of the forest, the wise ones who possess mysterious powers are the most powerful skinchangers, also called wargs."
"They can separate their consciousness—or their soul—from their own bodies and slip into many other things, and the most powerful among them can enter the minds of any animal."
"The most powerful among skinchangers are the greenseers. Compared to ordinary skinchangers, they possess another, far more special ability—'greensight.'"
"Out of a thousand people, only one is born a skinchanger. And out of a thousand skinchangers, only one will be a greenseer."
"Humans, like the children of the forest, may also beco skinchangers—and may also beco greenseers."
"It is only that among the humans of Westeros, only the Northn of First n blood who, like the children of the forest, worship the Old Gods—and the wildlings—have the potential for skinchanging."
"The crannogn preserve ancient ways of life, and thus they too possess greensight. Seeing your eyes reminded of this."
"So I was not wrong, was I, Jojen Reed?"
Continuing from the previous topic, Kal expanded further upon the matter of the children of the forest, revealing the relationship between the children, the Old Gods, and the First n, as well as the mysterious powers they possessed.
Jojen had not expected that the King would know so much, nor that rely by looking into his eyes he would seem to understand sothing.
The boy, who had always been stern and somber, showed a flash of surprise in his eyes and could not help but nod, acknowledging what the King had said.
"What is greensight?"
Erevi, standing nearby, grew curious about such an ability. Elves and dwarves possessed nothing like this; though the powers of forest druids were sowhat related.
Yet from the sound of it, these so-called First n used their abilities in a more primitive manner, relying more upon bloodline, and thus they resembled sorcerers more closely.
"Greensight refers to the ability to have prophetic dreams. These dreams are also called 'green dreams.'"
"Those who possess greensight sotis have dreams no different from those of ordinary people, but 'green dreams' are not the sa. They are filled with symbolic images that foreshadow events yet to co."
"Yet the aning behind the dreams is not truly clear. Only after experiencing events in person does one realize that the unfolding of things has already confird what the dream contained."
Again, before Jojen could explain, Kal continued speaking, for the ntion of greensight inevitably reminded him of his own ability—one that had always appeared dim and unusable—[Dreamwalk].
Thus, in theory, Kal himself possessed such prophetic power, yet for reasons unknown, he had never been able to develop it.
He did not know whether it was because, in essence, he was not a person of this world, and his soul failed to properly connect with certain information within it.
Or perhaps it was because he already knew, in so sense, a certain "future," and thus had no need of such an ability at all.
Erevi, who had originally been curious about this special power, lost interest the mont she heard Kal's explanation.
This could no longer even be called primitive; put more bluntly, it was little different from the shamans of so primitive tribe.
"I had heard that your history spans thousands, even tens of thousands of years, yet the way you have explored your own bloodline and abilities remains so rudintary," Erevi said, shaking her head as she tugged the reins and urged her mount forward.
Leaving Jojen standing where he was, at a loss.
Yet Erevi's lack of interest did not an Kal lacked interest.
If he rembered correctly, in the original course of events it was Jojen who had urged Bran to journey beyond the Wall in search of the Three-Eyed Raven.
But now Bran had been firmly kept in King's Landing by Kal. Not only was he trained daily by the forr First Sword of Braavos, Syrio Forel, but his lessons in letters and learning were filled to the brim, not a single one neglected.
Where would he find the ti to entangle himself with the Three-Eyed Raven of his dreams?
And now Jojen had joined his company—and had even co beyond the Wall.
Kal stroked his chin. "I am curious, Jojen Reed—your coming beyond the Wall, does it also have sothing to do with your green dreams?"
House Reed of Greywater Watch had indeed joined Kal's host, yet Jojen was but a boy of thirteen or fourteen, not yet of age. No matter what, Kal would never have conscripted him to the battlefield.
Thus, if Howland Reed had allowed his only son to travel beyond the Wall, there must be a reason.
"It is because I will die beyond the Wall… so I ca."
"I do not possess the power of a warg, nor am I a greenseer, nor can I commune with the weirwoods. I am only a boy who dreams."
Kal's question had struck at the heart of the matter, and Jojen seed ever more despondent.
Yet Kal did not cease his questioning.
"So—you are seeking the Three-Eyed Raven?"
"Or was it the Three-Eyed Raven who bade you seek him?"
At those words, Jojen found himself unable to speak. His brows drew tight together, and fragnts flickered faintly through his mind, yet he could not grasp their aning.
He could only shake his head at Kal. "I do not know, Your Grace. I do not know…"
Jojen himself did not know what he was saying; he was rely refuting by instinct.
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