"Her?"
Staring into Gryn's calm brown eyes, the Three-Eyed Crow slowly nodded. "This is her mission—her destiny as one born into House Stark—"
Melisandre's eyes flickered. One of Gryn's brows rose, and his voice turned cold. "Time again?"
The air in the secret chamber seemed to freeze, with only the torches casting wavering shadows across the stone walls.
After a brief silence, the Three-Eyed Crow nodded again. His voice was so soft it was nearly drowned out by breathing. "She also needs time—to be tempered—to settle—to grow—this is another reason I hoped you would turn back—"
Gryn frowned slightly. "So you've placed the hope of saving the world on three Young Dragons and a girl who has yet to grow up?"
"And—"
This time, the Three-Eyed Crow remained silent for a long while before speaking. "The prince from the prophecy—in this battle to save the world—the living will be led by her—"
It was as though the previous scene had played out again in this secret chamber. Gryn's voice rang out. "Her?"
Dead silence.
The Three-Eyed Crow held Gryn's gaze for a long time before parting his frail-looking lips. "King of the Seven Kingdoms—your eyes—seem capable of piercing the fog—glimpsing fragments of the future—is this the extraordinary power you were born with—"
"This is your deduction? Drawn from those long-rotted past events you read in the Greenseer's memories?"
As he spoke, Gryn pointed at his own head. "Sometimes I wonder whether the Well of Wisdom favors me especially. Thank the Gods for their favor."
He spread his right hand. "You should know that my ancestor, the legendary hero Clarence Crab, could uproot a pine tree with one hand and hurl it half a mile. His forest witch wife could bring heads back to life. The Crabb ancestral castle was filled