Besides those, there were also the closer settlements of Mole's Town and Queenscrown.
Queenscrown was a good choice. It was an abandoned village south of the Wall.
Queen Alysanne had once slept in the village tower, so the villagers had painted the walls at its top gold.
The dragons roared, then landed on the ground.
Gendry and Daenerys climbed another wooden tower. They would first visit Maester Aemon, the oldest Targaryen.
"The Commander-in-Chief is gone, so for now, the few of us..." Bowen Malsee said helplessly.
The Steward, the Chief Builder, the Master-at-Arms, and the septon effectively decided the course of the Night's Watch until a new Commander-in-Chief was elected.
"Jon, come with us," Gendry said.
Sam often cared for the blind old maester, and they were very close.
Beneath the Rookery lay Maester Aemon Targaryen's quarters.
Daenerys felt apprehensive about meeting the last Targaryen in the world.
Almost all the living bearers of Dragonblood-the Martells of Dorne and the Baratheons of the Stormlands-could trace it back to the Unworthy.
Of these, the bloodlines of Stag Baratheon and the Targaryens were the closest, both descending from Aegon V, the King Who Should Not Have Been.
And Maester Aemon was Aegon V's elder brother.
"You've come?" Maester Aemon asked.
Aemon was already a hundred and three years old. He was bald, wrinkled, shriveled, and blind.
By now, the old maester had long been plagued by illnesses and could no longer serve the Wall.
"I've crossed more than half the world to visit you, Maester Aemon," Gendry said.
"It is my honor, Your Grace. A maester's task is to offer counsel, not make decisions," Maester Aemon said. "Your great-grandmother was Aegon's daughter. I met her once."
"Maester Aemon..." Daenerys's voice was clear.
Jon, however, considered it and said nothing.
"You've come, Dany,"