[Jon's all but giddy at that. He nods, moving to open the book to a random page.]

'When Orient's chariot inverted be , four wheles in the sky, a man with bruises be upon Youre Bedde, achinge his Hedde for willow fine, a manne who testeth with a pyn yette his hart be clene, yette seed of myne own undoing, take the means of flame from himme for to mayk ryght certain, together ye sharle be, untyl the Ende that is to come.'

[Jon squints at the page.] The means of flame. Is it... some sort of willow tree arsonist? [Understanding cryptic prophecies isn't one of Jon's secret skills, unfortunately. Not without a little assistance from the Watcher.]