The Gods were cruel when they saw fit to test my vows. They waited till I was old. What could I do when the ravens brought the news from the South the ruin of my House, the death of my family? I was helpless, blind, frail. But when I heard they had killed my brother’s son, and his poor son and the children! Even the little children.
“You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the
strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon
Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.“ - maester aemon