13. No One
The handmaiden turned towards him, her face had now changed to that of a middle-aged man. He had a calm face but a slight surprise can be seen in his eyes after hearing what Jon had said.
"a man is impressed," he said gently nodding while maintaining a calm smile on his face.
"Who are you?"
"a man is no one"
"yeah right, and why are you here, what do you want from me," Jon asked.
"a man is here to see the chosen champion of The Many-Faced God. Now a man has seen and a man is here to serve; house black and white will serve Master Aegon," he said as he sat on one knee and bowed his head.
"so you know the truth about me, of course, you do but how do you know that I am the champion of The Many-Faced God?" Jon narrowed his eyes and asked.
"a man had met the many-faced god in his vision who talked about the boy who has the blessing of the 'Death'," he said.
"and the man believed it?" Jon asked
"a man had his doubts but after seeing his master, they disappeared." He nodded towards Jon.
Jon looked at the man and asked "Is the many-faced god, God of Death?"
The man fell silent and suddenly said-
"A young man walks beside a girl across a flowered field. Spring has come, and this girl is his life. He prays.
A child climbs a tree to watch the sunset over the fields. Summer is ending, and the harvest is life for his village. He prays.
A hunter tracks a boar through the woods. Winter is coming, and this boar is life for his family. He prays.
But to whom do they pray?
The world has as many answers as there are men to answer, but walk far enough, climb high enough, hunt long enough, and a man shall find only one. One god with many faces.
In the Faith of the Seven, He is the Stranger, who guides men from this life to the next. Few seek his favor, or at least few realize that they do.
In the North of Westeros, He is one of the nameless old gods, staring out from the weirwood trees and the snow.
In the Iron Islands, He is the Drowned God, calling men down to his watery hall. "What is dead may never die, but rises again harder and stronger."
In the Far East, He is the Lion of Night, who fathered the world's first emperor on the Maiden-Made-of-Light, and whose wrath nearly ended the world.
In Volantis, He is the Lord of Light, whose followers feed men to the flames to beg his favor.
In Lys, He is the Weeping Lady, who sheds her tears for the living soon to die.
In Qohor, He is the Black Goat, and He feeds on blood offerings every day.
On holy days, He is offered condemned criminals, and in times of great crisis, He may even be offered the nobles' children of the city to beg his protection. Does he accept their gift? Well, the city still stands.
In the House of Black and White, however, He is all of them, and none of them.
He is the Many-Faced God, and wherever a man turns, there He is. Men come from every corner of the world to know Him, beg His favor, and seek His gift.
For themselves, if their life has grown too hard, or for others who are making it so. It is all the same as the Many-Faced-God.
"Valar Dohaeris," all men must serve Him, beggars and kings. "Valar Morghulis," all men must die, good and evil. Men worship as they will, but at the end of every road stands the Many-Faced God, waiting."
Jon listened to the bullshit but he was still impressed, he nodded and said "very well, I also believe in death only; be it a god or not."
"House black and white will keep accepting the contracts, just reduce them slightly so that they are unnoticeable and put more energy into your information network. I will contact you through an eagle. my first task for you is to go and guard my aunt Daenerys Targaryen, I am sure you already know where my relatives are and keep informing me about her whereabouts."
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Jon and the faceless man talked for a while and after finishing discussing the man got up just as he was about to go, Jon stopped him and asked: "tell me one of your names, I can't always call you no one."
The man turned around, bowed and said with a faint smile "a man is Jaqen H'ghar"