They weren’t writing things down. How much of it is true, I can’t say. Everyone thinks there’s no truth in stories meant to frighten children into behaving, but I’ve met a giant. He fought for me; I watched him die. I’ve seen White Walkers; I’ve seen the Night King. Why would those things be true, but not the Children of the Forest, not the Last Hero losing everything in trying to find them?

[He pauses, then frowns.]

Glass candles?

[He knows nothing of them.]