(..) Only a handful of them left in the world. It's supposed to go to my firstborn son after I die. To him. He will never wield that sword. If he were to become Lord Tarly of Horn Hill, it would be the end of this house. I took you for a Mole's Town whore when I saw you (..)

(..) You managed to stay soft and fat. Your nose buried in books. Spending your life reading about the achievements of better men. I'll wager you still can't sit a horse or wield a sword. Randyll, to be maester of the Night's Watch is a great honor. He can wield a sword. He killed a Thenn. (..)