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"Old Enough"

**********calling all JONSA fam********

(So I did something crazy, and I did a word search for "old enough" in all five novels of asoiaf, and every time I looked around the chapter that this word makes an appearance, like a stone thrown in the water and the ripples it makes, it screamed out at me! Here it is! it's like a conversation happening with Bran and Jon at the end of the series, after Jon has killed Daenerys Targaryen. The first use of the phrase old enough happens in Bran I POV in AGOT and it sets up who is part of the conversation: Bran, Sansa, and Jon, and then after the war.)

A Game of Thrones

This was the first time he had been deemed old enough to go with his lord father and his brothers to see the king’s justice done. It was the ninth year of summer, and the seventh of Bran’s life. – Bran I, AGOT

Dany was thirteen, old enough to know that such gifts seldom come without their price, here in the free city of Pentos. – Dany I, AGOT

“She has had her blood. She is old enough for the khal,” Illyrio told him, not for the first time. – Dany I, AGOT

“Sansa is only eleven.” Robert waved an impatient hand. “Old enough for a betrothal. The marriage can wait a few years.” The king smiled. – Eddard I, AGOT

He missed the girls too, even Sansa, who never called him anything but “my half-brother” since she was old enough to understand what bastard meant. – Jon III, AGOT

“Ser Loras is a true knight. Do you think he will win tomorrow, my lord?” “No,” Joffrey said. “My dog will do for him, or perhaps my uncle Jaime. And in a few years, when I am old enough to enter the lists, I shall do for them all.” – Sansa II, AGOT

Ser Brynden snorted. “Nor do I, but…it seems to me Lysa is only playing at courtship. She enjoys the sport, but I believe your sister intends to rule herself until her boy is old enough to be Lord of the Eyrie in truth as well as name.” “A woman can rule as wisely as a man, Catelyn said. “The right woman can,” her uncle said with a sideways glance. “Make no mistake, Cat. Lysa is not you.” – Catelyn VI, AGOT

It was Chett who answered Jon’s knock. “I need to speak with Maester Aemon,” Jon told him. “The maester is abed, as you should be. Come back on the morrow and maybe he’ll see you.” He began to shut the door. Jon jammed it open with his boot, “I need to speak to him now. The morning will be too late.” Chett scowled. “The maester is not accustomed to being woken in the night. Do you know how old he is?” “Old enough to treat visitors with more courtesy than you.” Jon said. “Give him my pardons. I would not disturb his rest if it were not important.” “And if I refuse?” Jon had his boot wedged solidly in the door. “I can stand here all night if I must.” The black brother made a disgusted noise and opened the door to admit him. – Jon V, AGOT

“Sweet one,” her father said gently, “listen to me. When you’re old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who’s worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me.” -Sansa III, AGOT

“I’m four now,” Rickon said. He was peeking through the lens tube at the gargoyles on the First Keep. The direwolves sat on opposite sides of the large round room, licking their wounds and gnawing on bones. “—too young, and—ooh, seven hells, that burns, no, don’t stop, more. Too young, as I say, but you, Bran, you’re old enough to know that dreams are only dreams.” “Some are, some aren’t.”- Bran VII, AGOT

A Clash of Kings

“I’m old enough to remember Lord Steffon before the sea took him, and I knew those three sons of his since they got their names. I tell you this—Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.” “And his brothers?” Jon asked. The armorer considered that a moment. “Robert was the true steel.” – Jon , ACOK ch 6

“You would be farther from the fighting, and you could acquaint yourself with Lord Frey’s daughters to help me choose my bride when the war is done.” He wants me gone. Catelyn thought wearily. Kings are not supposed to have mothers, it would seem, and I tell him things he does not want to hear. “You’re old enough to decide which of Lord Walder’s girls you prefer without your mother’s help, Robb.” – Catelyn I, ACOK ch7

Lord Eddard Stark had tried to play the father from time to time, but to Theon he had always remained the man who’d brought blood and fire to Pyke and taken him from his home. As a boy, he had lived in fear of Stark’s stern face and great dark sword. His wife was, if anything, even more distant and suspicious. As for their children, the younger ones had been mewling babes for most of his years at Winterfell. Only Robb and his baseborn half brother Jon Snow had been old enough to be worth his notice. The bastard was a sullen boy, quick to sense a slight, jealous of Theon’s high birth and Robb’s regard for him. For Robb himself, Theon did have a certain affection, as for a younger brother…but it would be best not to mention that. – Theon I, ACOK ch 11

“She was pretty enough for a camp follower, but I’m no longer in camp. Little men have big appetites, and I’m told the girls here are fit for a king.” “Is the boy old enough?” “Not Joffrey. Robert. This house was a great favorite of his.” Although Joffrey may indeed be old enough. An interesting notion, that. “If you and the Black Ears care to amuse yourselves, feel free, but Chataya’s girls are costly. You’ll find cheaper houses all along the street. Leave one man here who’ll know where to find the others when I wish to return.” Bronn nodded. “As you say.” The Black Ears were all grins. Inside the door, a tall woman in flowing silks was waiting for him. She had ebon skin and sandlewood eyes. “I am Chataya,” she announced, bowing deeply. “And you are—” “Let us not get into the habit of names. Names are dangerous.”- Tyrion III, ACOK ch15 P.S. SAME CHAPTER

“Titles can be as dangerous as names,” Tyrion warned. “Show me a few of your girls.” “It will be my great delight. You will find that they are all as sweet as they are beautiful, and skilled in every art of love.”

“She’s young.” “She has sixteen years, my lord.” A good age for Joffrey, he thought, remembering what Bronn said.

“Does she come from your home lands, this girl?”

“I will gladly accept your suggestion.” “I shall summon my daughter. Come.” The girl met him at the foot of the stair. Taller than Shae, though not so tall as her mother, she had to kneel before Tyrion could kiss her. “My name is Alayaya,” she said, with only the slightest hint of her mother’s accent. “Come, my lord.” She took him by the hand and drew him up two flights of stairs, then down a long hall.

There was only one door. She led him through and closed it.

“Yes,” she said. “If my lord will open the wardrobe, he will find what he seeks.” Tyrion kissed her hand and climbed inside the empty wardrobe. Alayaya closed it after him.

“Well, I’d hate to think I was climbing through wardrobes and suffering the pangs of frustrated lust all for naught.” “Scarcely for naught,” Varys assured him. “They know you are here.”

“How is it a brothel happens to have a secret entrance?” “The tunnel was dug for another King’s Hand, whose honor would not allow him to enter such a house openly. Chataya has closely guarded the knowledge of its existence.” “And yet you knew of it.” “Little birds fly through many a dark tunnel. Careful, the steps are steep.” “Men see what they expect to see.” “Dwarves are not so common a sight as children, so a child is what they will see. A boy in an old cloak on his father’s horse, going about his father’s business. Though it would be best if you came most often by night.” “I plan to…after today. At the moment, though, Shae awaits me.”

“Which horse will you have?” Tyrion shrugged. “This one will do well enough.”

-- (This one is the conversation piece between Bran and Jon and the dialogue is highleighted in the purple for Bran speaking, and green for Jon)

“You missed a lively council. Stannis has crowned himself, it seems.” “I know.” “He accuses my brother and sister of incest. I wonder how he came by that suspicion.” “Perhaps he read a book and looked at the color of a bastard’s hair, as Ned Stark did, and Jon Arryn before him. Or perhaps someone whispered it in his ear.” The enuch’s laugh was not his usual giggle, but deeper and more throaty. “Someone like you, perchance?” “Am I suspected? It was not me.” “If is had been, would you admit it?” “No. But why should I betray a secret I have kept so long? It is one thing to deceive a king, quite another to hide from the cricket in the rushes and the little bird in the chimney. Besides, the bastards were there for all to see.”

“If you were not this whisperer, who was?” “Some traitor, doubtless.” Varys tightened the cinch. “Littlefinger?” “I named no name.” “Lord Varys,” he said from the saddle, “sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King’s Landing, and sometimes I feel you are my worst enemy.” “How odd. I think quite the same of you.” – Tryion III, ACOK ch 15

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“Stark!” they called as Bran trotted past, rising to their feet. “Winterfell! Winterfell!” He was old enough to know that it was not truly him they shouted for—it was the harvest they cheered, it was Robb and his victories, it was his lord father and his grandfather and all the Starks going back eight thousand years. Still it made him swell with pride. For so long as it took him to ride the length of that hall he forgot that he was broken.— Bran III, ACOK ch 21

“I was expressly forbidden to take you to court.”“By your stupid father.” Shae pouted. “Your’re old enough to keep all the whores you want. Does he take you for a beardless boy? What could he do, spank you?”—Tyrion X, ACOK ch 44

A Storm of Swords

(more conversation between Bran and Jon: Daenerys is red.)

Jaime said, “You are not old enough to have known Aerys Targaryen…” She would not hear it. “Aerys was mad and cruel, no one has ever denied that. He was still a king, crowned and anointed. And you had sworn to protect him.” “I know what I swore.” “And what you did.” “Yes, and what you did as well.” -- Jaime II, ASOS Chapter 11

“I’m not a little girl,“ she said angrily. “Who else is there? You said friends.” “Sharna’s husband, and an orphan boy they took in. they won’t harm you. There’s ale, if you think you’re old enough. Fresh bread and a bit of meat.”– Arya II, ASOS ch 13

Not since Tywin Lannister had been old enough to go to war… The maid came forward last, and very shy. Robb took her hand. “Mother,” he said, “I have the great honor to present you the Lady Jeyne Westerling. Lord Gawen’s elder daughter, and my… ah… my lady wife.”—Catelyn II, ASOS ch 14

“You asked me to reward you for your efforts in the battle,“ Lord Tywin reminded him forcefully. “This is a chance for you Tyrion, the best you are ever likely to have.” He drummed his fingers impatiently on the table. “I once hoped to marry your brother to Lysa Tully, but Aerys named Jaime to his Kingsguard before the arrangements were complete. When I suggested to Lord Hoster that Lysa might be wed to you instead, he replied that he wanted a whole man for his daughter.”

So he wed her to Jon Arryn, who was old enough to be her grandfather. Tyrion was more inclined to be thankful than angry, considering what Lysa Arryn had become.

“If you will not have the Stark girl, I shall find you another wife. Somewhere in the realm there is doubtless some little lordling who’d gladly part with a daughter to win the friendship of Casterly Rock. Lady Tanda has offered Lollys…” Tyrion gave a shudder of dismay. “I’d sooner cut it off and feed it to the goats.” “Then open your eyes. The Stark girl is young, nubile, tractable, of the highest birth, and still a maid. She is not uncomely. Why would you hesitate?” Why indeed? -- Tyrion III, ASOS ch 19

“Sansa is too young.” “She is old enough to be Lady of Winterfell once her brother is dead. Claim her maidenhood and you will be one step closer claiming the north. Get her with child, and the prize is all but won. Do I need to remind you that a marriage that is not consummated can be set aside?”

Tyrion IV, ASOS ch 32

Lancel and Devan must marry Frey girls, Joy is to wed one of Lord Walder’s natural sons when she is old enough, and Roose Bolton becomes Warden of the North and takes home Arya Stark.” “Arya Stark?” Tyrion cocked his head.

****(sounds like Bran is teasing Jon with Arya...)****

“Lest you forget, it is not only Joffrey who must needs take a maidenhead.” I had not forgotten, though I’d hoped you had. “And when do you imagine that Sansa will be at her most fertile?”

– Tyrion VI, ASOS ch53

Yet Edric Storm was three inches taller and broader in the chest and shoulders. He was his father’s son in that; nor did he ever miss a morning’s work with sword and shield. Those old enough to have known Robert and Renly as children said that the bastard boy had more of their look than Stannis had ever shared; the coal-black hair, the deep blue eyes, the mouth, the jaw, the cheekbones. Only his ears reminded you that his mother had been a Florent. “Yes, good morrow, my lord.” Edric echoed. The boy could be fierce and proud, but the maesters and castellans and masters-at-arms who’d raised him has schooled him well in courtesy. “Do you come from my uncle? How fares His Grace?” – Davos V, ASOS ch 54

“What…what game?” “The only game. The game of thrones.” He brushed back a strand of her hair. “You are old enough to know that your mother and I were more than friends. There was a time when Cat was all I wanted in this world. I dared to dream of the life we might make and the children she would give me…but she was a daughter of Riverrun, and Hoster Tully. Family, Duty, Honor, Sansa. Family, Duty, Honor meant I could never have her hand. But she gave me something finer, a gift a woman can give but once. How could I turn my back upon her daughter? In a better world, you might have been mine, not Eddard Stark’s. My loyal loving daughter… Put Joffrey from your mind, sweetling. Dontos, Tyrion, all of them. They will never trouble you again. You are safe now, that’s all that matters. You are safe now, that’s all that matters. You are safe with me, and sailing home.” – Sansa V ASOS ch61

A Feast for Crows

“Look,” the prince repeated. “I command you.” A few of the older children lay facedown upon the smooth pink marble, browning in the sun. Others paddled in the sea beyond. Three were building a sand castle with a great spike that resembled the Spear Tower of the Old Palace. A score or more had gathered in the big pool, to watch the battles as smaller children rode through the waist-deep shallows on the shoulders of the larger and tried to shove each other into the water. Every time a pair went down, the splash was followed by a roar of laughter. They watched a nut-brown girl yank a towheaded boy off his brother’s shoulders to tumble him head first in the pool. “Your father played that same game once, as I did before him,” said the prince. “We had ten years between us, so I had left the pools by the time he was old enough to play, but I would Watch him when I came to visit Mother. He was so fierce, even as a boy. Quick as a water snake. I oft saw him topple boys much bigger than himself. He reminded me of that day he left for King’s Landing. He swore that he would do it one more time, else I would never have let him go.” “Let him go?” Obara laughed. “As if you could have stopped him. The Red Viper of Dorne went where he would.”—ch2

P.S SAME CHAPTER

“My prince?” the little round man asked. “Do your legs hurt?”—

When the raven arrived with word that my mother had been brought to bed a month too soon, I was old enough to understand that meant the child would not live. Even when Lord Gargalen told me that I had a sister, I assured him that she must shortly die. Yet she lived, by the Mother’s mercy. And a year later Oberyn arrived, squalling and kicking. I was a man grown when they were playing in these pools. Yet here I sit, and they are gone.”—The Captain of Guards, AFFC ch 2

The Warrior had been Jaime’s god since he was old enough to hold a sword. Other men might be fathers, sons, husbands, but never Jaime Lannister, whose sword was a golden as his hair. He was a warrior, and that was all he would ever be. – Jaime AFFC ch8

Jaime sighed. “Then let them wed. It will be years before Tommen is old enough to consummate the marriage. And until he does, the union can always be set aside. Give Tyrell his wedding and send him off to play at war.”

“Even sieges have their dangers,” she murmured. “Why, our Lord of Highgarden might even lose his life in such a venture.” “There is that risk,” conceded Jaime. “Especially if his patience runs thin this time, and he elects to storm the gate.” Cersei gave him a lingering look. “You know,” she said, “for a moment you sounded quite like Father.”—Jaime AFFC ch 8

“My fealty’s owed to House Hayford, and Lady Ermesande bends her little knee at King’s Landing, or will when she is old enough to walk.”

“The wolves come later, the ones on four legs.”

“What should we do, my lord?” “Plant,” said Jaime, “and pray for one last harvest.”— Jaime III ch 27

“Did you chance to see the marriage bed the morning after?” Cersei asked. “Did she bleed?”

A lord’s daughter was more like to give her maidenhead to a horse than a husband, it was said, and Margaery had been riding since she was old enough to walk.

“What of our brave Ser Loras? How often does he call upon his sister?”

“More than any of the others.”

“Every morn and every night he visits, unless duty interferes. Her brother is devoted to her, they share everything with..oh…”

“I have had the most wicked thought, Your Grace.”

–Cersei AFFC ch 28

“Why would you give up knighthood ?”

“I never chose it. My father was a knight, and his before him. So were my brothers, everyone. I was trained for battle since the day they deemed me old enough to hold a wooden sword. I saw my share of them, and did not disgrace myself. I had women too, and there I did disgrace myself, for some I took by force. There was a girl I wished to marry, the younger daughter of a petty lord, but I was my father’s thirdborn son and had neither land nor wealth to offer her…only a sword, a horse, a shield. All in all, I was a sad man. When I was not fighting, I was drunk. My life was writ in red, in blood and wine.” “When did it change?” asked Brienne.

“When I Died in the Battle of the Trident. I fought for prince Rhaegar, though he never knew my name.”

---Brienne AFFC ch 31

“We could name the little one Maester, if you like. When he’s old enough, not now. We could.” “Maester is not a name. You could call him Aemon, though.” “Yes. Call him that.”—Samwell AFFC ch 35 * (Gilly and Sam have sex for the first time after this in this chapter) “I am your wife now,” she whispered, sliding up and down on him. And Sam groaned and thought, No, No, you can’t be, I said the words, I said the words, but the only word he said was, ”Yes.”

“Are you afraid of a few children?” “Four would be a few. Ten would be a surfeit. This is a cacophony. Children should be wrrapped in swaddling clothes and hung upon the wall until the girls grow breasts and the boys are old enough to shave." --Brienne VII AFFC ch 37

“Marriage would serve the both of us. Lands for me, and a castle full of these for you.” He waved his hand at the children.

The children fell upon the supper like wolves upon a wounded deer, quarreling over codfish, tearing the barley bread to pieces, and getting porridge everywhere.– --Brienne VII AFFC ch 37

“Are you my mother?” “No.” She put down the food. “Who was your mother?” “What’s that to you?” “You were born in King’s Landing.” The way he spoke made her certain of it.

“How old are you?” Brienne asked. “Is your mother still alive? And your father, who was he?” “You ask too many questions.” He set down the sword. “My mother’s dead and I never knew my father.” “You’re a bastard.”—--Brienne VII AFFC ch 37

“Why?” “Consider it a wedding gift.” “A…wedding gift?” “Once you have eaten, my men will escort you to Riverrun. What happens after that is up to you.” “What do you mean?”

“She is carrying my child.”

“Your uncle is an old man. Valient, yes, but the best part of his life is done. He has no bride to grieve for him, no children to defend. A good death is all the Blackfish can hope for… but you have years remaining, Edmure. And you are the rightful lord of House Tully, not him. Your uncle serves at your pleasure. The fate of Riverrun is in your hands.” Edmure stared. “The fate of Riverrun…” “Yield the castle and no one dies. Your small folk may go in peace or stay to serve Lord Emmon. Ser Brynden will be allowed to take the black, along with as many of the garrison as choose to join him. You as well, if the Wall appeals to you. Or you may go to Casterky Rock as my captive and enjoy all the comforts and courtesy that befits a hostage of your rank. I’ll send your wife to join you, if you like. If her child is a boy, he will serve House Lannister as a page and a squire, and when he earns his knighthood we’ll bestow some lands upon him. Should Roslin give you a daughter, I’ll see her well dowered when she’s old enough to wed. You yourself may even be granted a pardon, once the war is done. All you need do is yield the castle.” –Jaime AFFC ch38

“The pact was sealed in secret. I meant to tell you when you were old enough…when you came of age, I thought, but…”---Arienne AFFC ch40

This we do know: Cregan Stark and Jacaerys Velaryon reached an accord, and signed and sealed the agreement that Grand Maester Munkun calls “the Pact of Ice and Fire” in his True Telling***. Like many such pacts, it was to be sealed with a marriage.*** Lord Cregan’s son, Rickon, was a year old. Prince Jacaerys was as yet unmarried and childless, but it was assumed that he would sire children of his own once his mother sat the Iron Throne. Under the terms of the pact, the prince’s firstborn daughter would be sent north at the age of seven, to be fostered at Winterfell until such time as she was old enough to marry Lord Cregan’s heir.

(Fire and Blood: The Dying of the Dragons, A Son for a Son)

A Dance with Dragons

“And when he is old enough, he will learn the truth of who he is. He’ll be free to seek you out if that is what he wants.”— Jon II, ADWD ch 7

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