He paused, then continued, "Besides, I would like to take you and Ygritte south. The Others will attack soon, and the Night's Watch will soon be reinforced. The Wall will no longer be safe, and your health is poor now. So I don't want to leave you here to spend your final days in the bitter cold of the North. The blood of the true dragon is blood and fire."
Maester Aemon nodded slowly. A flicker of relief seemed to pass through his clouded eyes as he said gently, "Viserys, it is good that you have such a heart. But the Night's Watch has existed for eight thousand years to safeguard the peace of the Seven Kingdoms. I am a sworn brother now. My oath is here, and so is my duty."
"Besides, as a member of House Targaryen, how could I leave the Wall at a time like this? You must understand that even now, not everyone believes the Others exist. After all, even some brothers of the Night's Watch have long forgotten the vows they once swore."
Maester Aemon paused to catch his breath before continuing, "Viserys, you have dragons, armies, and all of Westeros to govern. Don't waste any more time on an old man like me."
Viserys was silent for a moment. He picked up the hot wine on the table and took a sip, letting the warm liquid slide down his throat and bring him a little warmth. Then he said, "All right, I understand. Still, it doesn't matter whether those southern nobles believe the Others exist. I'll make sure they bring their men north as ordered. But I will still come to visit you. If you need anything, you can tell me at any time."
"I will," Aemon said, his voice trembling slightly. "Go