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Robb
The Wrath of the Wolf
The horses beat their hooves anxiously on the ground. The wind was coming in a faint whisper. Beams of sunlight streamed through the forest making the gloomy scenery look a little happier. The men settled in their saddles and wandered anxiously and afraid of the battle they were within minutes of participating.
Many talked quietly talking to their friends and relatives, so some of them might be the last time they would see their friends and relatives. In the distance could be heard the sound of shocking swords and cries of the dying. It was a sad symphony and foreshadowed the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands of men who were fighting.
Robb Stark settled in his cell for the hundredth time he appeared to be and was tense, he knew that this battle would represent everything in this war his success or failure would change the course of things drastically. By the age of fourteen Robb Stark had brought eighteen thousand northwinds to the south when his father Eddard Stark the King's Hand was arrested accused of treason by King Joffrey Baratheon.
Robb knew from the beginning that fighting this war would not be easy enough or that it would be like the stories. The lords still doubted him, and Robb knew that he had only gained the respect of some of them after Grey Wind plucked two fingers from the hand of Great-Jon Umber. Now was the time when he would have the real proof of his life, his first battle, and she was against the most feared man of the Seven Kingdoms.
When I arrived at Moat Cailin, I knew I would have to choose to fight Jaime Lannister the Regicide or Tywin Lannister the Lord of the West and Lord of Casterly Rock. Neither of them would be easy to face, I was sure of my intention to send a part of my army to hold Tywin for some time in the Green Fork, while I and most of my cavalry would cross the Twins and from there we would walk to and we would free the siege that Jaime Lannister had placed on the castle of Robb's grandfather. This was my plan until my mother Catelyn Stark and my great-uncle Brynden Tully the Blackfish had arrived at Moat Cailin.
Mother had found me unable to take the men and seemed not to believe me much and was afraid that I would be killed. I understood her fear, but Mother needed to have a little confidence in me. My great-uncle Brynden had given me a nod of approval for the plan, but he pointed out that I did not know my enemies.
He argued that while taking out Lannister's army from Riverrun would be a heavy blow to Tywin and would cut him off from access to the West, the man would fight even if his son was a prisoner. Brynden further said that Tywin could garrison himself at Harrenhall and continue to send Gregor Clegane to plunder the Riverlands.
And finally he said that Tywin Lannister was an unscrupulous man who would do whatever was necessary to defeat his enemies and make his legacy prevail even to have children killed. My body shuddered as I remembered this and the stories of what happened to Princess Rhaenys Targaryen who had her body stabbed half a hundred times by Amory Lorch and Prince Aegon Targaryen who had his skull crushed on a wall by Gregor Clegane the Mountain .
Blackfish had told me that who I needed to defeat was Tywin Lannister because he was the brain behind the power of the Lannister house. Brynden further emphasized that defeating Tywin would make my army reinforced by the vassals of the house Tully.
And that if Jaime came to battle my army at Harrenhall the other vassals of the house Tully would raise the siege of Riverrun and begin to reform the army. Jaime's army would be trapped without a chance to flee, unless it was for the Golden Tooth, which did not do anything like Jaime Lannister who was known for not having patience and attack until the enemy broke.
I had asked how we would do to defeat the Old Lion and not lose half of the army. Blackfish had given me a condescending and a little arrogant smile and said "Robb I've been walking and exploring the Riverlands since I was a boy, you think Tywin knows the lands where I was born better than me."
With that I had turned red like a tomato and asked what Brynden's plan was. The plan consisted of an army of five to six thousand soldiers that would catch the attention of Tywin Lannister while Blackfish would guide the rest of my army around Tywin and in the Green Fork we would attack them from behind.
I spread my plan to my lords like and I was supported by most like Roose Bolton, Wylis Manderly, Rickard Karstark, but Great-Jon and Maege Mormont did not seem to like the idea, but they agreed.
Then our march followed Brynden had made us march for two straight days without pause. The march lasted for about eight days and a few hours ago my army had split into three to attack Tywin Lannister and we had taken positions around the Green Fork. Lord Roose Bolton and Ser Donnel Locke carried a mixture of troops composed of longbowmen, pikemen, spearmen, and about a thousand knights to secure Tywin Lannister.
I had seen part of the battle looked like Lord Tywin had weakened his right flank purposely to lure Lord Bolton. He looked like the Lord of Dreadfort had not fallen into the trap and had managed to score a hard blow to Lannister's left flank.
This had caused Lord Tywin to send half of his reserve to reinforce his left flank, and now the two flanks were pinching toward three small hills where Roose Bolton had retreated. Lord Tywin on the other hand can do nothing but advance all his wings to encircle and crush the northerners.
Lord Tywin would lose many soldiers, but he would eventually defeat and crush the northern troops. A growl from Grey Wind made me look right and from there came a messenger galloping on his steed, he seemed panting, and his hair was drenched with sweat.
"My Lord. Lord Karstark and Lady Mormont say they are already in their positions and awaiting your orders." - I nodded to the messenger as I saw another messenger riding. He gave a slight bow before opening his mouth.
"My Lord, Lord Manderly, Cerwyn and Lord Glover are prepared in their positions awaiting the signal." - I nodded to him as I thought quickly, a movement in the army Lannister caught my eye, it seemed Lord Tywin was advancing and taking control of the center and leading the attack on Bolton's troops. It was almost time.
"Ride quickly. Tell the lords to wait for the third horn of the war horn before moving on." - the two messengers waved and bowed quickly before leaving. I waited while I was rethinking the plan.
While Bolton and Locke would hold Lannister we would surround them, so Karstark and Mormont would attack the right wing Lannister, which seemed to be a somewhat confused mix. Manderly, Glover and Cerwyn would attack the left wing led by Kevan Lannister. And I would take the Stark troops near Umber and attack the center of the Lannister forces and we would reach Tywin Lannister. When the Lannister forces turned to the troops led by Roose would attack the Lannister troops by the backs.
Fifteen minutes passed and then I gave a signal to my friend Theon Greyjoy and all the archers of the North walked forward. A few minutes passed and then the arrows whistled and rose the hail fell into the center Lannister and I saw many men falling.
Then another hail that struck the already weakened right flank became disconnected. It was time to look at my personal bodyguard composed of young nobles from the North. They were Small-Jon Umber, Dacey Mormont, Harrion, Eddard and Torrhen Karstark, Daryn Hornwood, Wendel Manderly, Owen Norrey, Rodrik Forrester, Robin Flint all of them good warriors and faithful that I took seconds to recognize. I gave the signal and Small-Jon Umber sounded the war horn three times and then I urged my stallion forward.
"FOR NORTH, FOR WINTERFELL, AND FOR EDDARD," - I screamed as my horse reared, then lunged forward on an unbridled ride.
I heard the men behind me shout the same and follow me, from the right I saw the Karstark and Mormont flags as they screamed and advanced.
From the left Cerwyn, Glover and Manderly were charging rapidly so I looked ahead and saw the Lannister troops trying to rearrange themselves.
Luckily they seemed in difficulty to form even a decent shield wall. I saw Great-Jon overtake me followed by many Umber and my guard began to surround me. We were fast approaching, I could already see the face of the men a mixture of Brax, Lefford and Crakehall.
I set my shield and prepared my sword, the enemy soldiers still tried to organize themselves commanded by a man of middle age until a throwing ax came from my back and struck the man in the middle of the face. The men despaired to see their commander fall and then we came upon them like a storm.
My horse collided with a man-at-arms and threw him back, my sword descended on the neck of a young spearman who seemed stunned by the death of his countrymen. A confusion took over the battlefield, I cut an ax man's arm off and he screamed before being silenced by Dacey's mace, then struck my sword into an old man's unprotected skull, blood and brain fluids exhaled. Grey Wind next to me was ripping limbs off or opening throats with their fangs and claws
I was scared in the heart at first, but then it got easier to endure this, killing was easy and I remembered the words of father saying that killing a man should not be easy. The chaos reigned amidst the West's troops I saw the right flank had been wiped out and now Lord Rickard was leading a powerful attack on the back of Lannister's back and Lady Maege was taking his infantry to help Bolton.
Roose Bolton himself had ordered his cavalry to attack the left flank, and the knights were doing a good job as the very leader of the infantry began to push the Lannister troops more and more toward mine.
A knight wearing the colors of the Lydden house came toward me, he struck down and I appeared with my sword. I urged my horse to turn, but then a sword crossed the knight's chest and I saw Rodrik Forrester there smiling before advancing on another enemy.
I advanced my horse and fought against another knight this time of the house Brax our fight was short, I lowered my shield giving a vision of my throat and the man attacked me. I took my shield towards the blow quickly the sword buried deep in my shield in the sequence I turned the shield in his hand and he released the sword, then I incited my horse near him striking our shields the knight got unbalanced and at last I directed my sword in his throat he spat blood before he fell dead.
About two or three hours passed and the rhythm followed I killed many men their faces before dying stayed in my mind, but I pushed them away now was not the time to worry about it. I saw from above my horse that the battle was in our favor the Lannister were being defeated wherever I looked my eyes were pointing we were winning.
Then as I turned my gaze to the right side my heart stopped for a moment. I saw the greatest man who had ever set eyes on my life I knew at the time who he was. Gregor Clegane. He was fighting four Manderly spearmen and winning. He broke his shield on the face of the spearman closest to him and then beheaded the second with pure contempt. The other two spearmen barely held against the Mountain.
I saw a spear buried in the ground sheathed with my sword, and I urged my horse to it, and I pulled it from the ground.
I urged my horse to line the spear, a well-struck strike in the center of his spine, and it would all be over. Gregor was very focused on killing the two spearmen he never saw me. My spear went up, but in the last second he took a step to the right and my hand came down. The spear buried itself deep in his hip and broke, and Clegane dropped to one knee.
My horse went through it and as I pulled my sword then I made my horse spin. The two spearmen advanced one of them managed to pluck Gregor's shield, but the man struck wide with his huge sword killing both. But he fell down by lowering his guard. Now. My horse went forward I raised my sword screaming in fury. A blow to his neck was all he needed and then the world disappeared beneath me and I saw myself flying.
I fell on my back giving a cry of pain. My helmet was gone. My sword was close to me, but Clegane was on her feet in an instant and came forward much faster than I thought a wounded man could. I tried to get up, but it was hurting a lot. Gregor's sword rose and I saw the eagerness to kill in his eyes and joy, I closed my eyes apologizing mentally to father and mother for failing and waited for the pain.
Pain that never came, because I heard a roar from Clegane looked up and I saw that Grey Wind had buried his teeth in the heel of the Mountain. Grey Wind Then jumped toward Gregor's face, but was thrown away by a punch followed by a whine from my giant wolf.
Gregor Clegane then looked at me and I gasped, but then he was attacked by Small-Jon Umber, Rodrik Forrester, and Owen Norrey now dismantled. Robin Flint helped me up and Dacey handed me my sword and Harrion came up with a smile. We advance to Clegane.
It was seven against one, but Clegane was strong and a beast in the man's body. He managed to hold onto us, but not without paying dearly. When Gregor punched Robin in the face, he took a Ownen's ax-strike on thigh and a Dacey's mace at elbow.
When Gregor took Harrion's right hand and buried my sword in his shoulder, Dacey hit him in the face and Robin hit him on the heel. After Clegane turned into a beast he struck Dacey hard on the faint nose, Robin and Rodrik fought him as I dragged Dacey out of the fight. When looking back to the match Rodrik Forrester was taken with a heavy blow to the leg.
Robin took another strong punch in his mouth and fell before Clegane kicked him in the ribs in anger and threw him away. Small-Jon and Owen fought bravely I joined them and held Clegane before he kicked me in the chest as he broke Owen's ax in the middle and knocked him away. Gregor then struck Small-Jon brutally on the face and lifted him off the floor.
My sword was far away and I took a fallen spear near me and advanced. The adrenaline took over my body, as Clegane's sword descended towards me I shot rolling past his guard, got up on one knee buried the spear with all my fury on his thigh. Blood sneezed and Gregor roared as he tossed Small-Jon away.
I caught a sword buried in the body of a northerner so we looked at each other with the same thought "die". Clegane took a step and I decided to make a move that Jon has always used against me several times. I let Gregor's blade slide down mine and then with a wrist twist I buried my sword in his wrist. The Mountain roared, dropping the sword then I dodged a punch from Gregor and pulled my dagger from the scabbard, when I prepared to attack Clegane took me by the neck and lifted me.
"Die little man" - Clegane said with hatred stamped in her eyes. I for a moment thought I would die, but it was as if suddenly all of my family and my ancestors roared in my ears, saying "live and fight." I clenched my teeth and fighting against the black spots that appeared in my vision I kicked him with all my remaining strength between his legs I felt as if something broke, so I buried my dagger twice in the elbow of Clegane. He dropped me and fell to his knees grabbing her genitals and something that seemed to be crying in pain.
"Die you" - I said furiously and buried my sword in the middle of Gregor Clegane's skull. He tried to reach for the hand, but my sword crossed his hand and entered the middle of his eyes and then he fell forward. I fell on one knee trembling with pain and adrenaline.
"Winter is Coming." - I roared up to the heavens as Grey Wind came to me and licked my cheeks. I smiled, stroking it a little before I saw Torrhen, Eddard, Daryn, and Wendel coming in my direction, accompanied by Rickard Karstark, Great-Jon Umber, Maege Mormont, Hállis Hornwood, Wylis Manderly, Galbatt Glover, Robett Glover, Medger Cerwyn and Gregor Forrester. They looked worried, but in a quick glance they looked good physically.
"Robb what in the seven hells was that. By the ancient gods I was afraid." - Eddard Karstark smiled and he and Torrhen helped me up. Great-Jon looked at me with a smile.
"You killed the Mountain. Gods boy the bards will sing about the wolf that has conquered the Mountain for years. But what happened here. " - Great-Jon asked with a worried note. As Rickard Karstark looked around.
So I told them what had happened and we went in search of my companions. We found Small-Jon first who was still stunned from the punches taken, his father helped him up and Small-Jon wanted to follow us.
Dacey was where I had left her and she was awake and with a headache and a bleeding in the forehead her mother gave a nod and a proud smile. Rodrik Forrester was leaning on a dead horse and looked as if he had managed to stop the severe bleeding on his leg his father Lord Forrester had left him under the care of three horsemen.
Robin Flint came with two men at arms wearing the colors of Stark's house they were all stained with blood saying that he had been occupied by three men-at-arms and the two men had helped him.
Owen was down with an ugly smack on the shoulder, but thankfully not fatal we left him under the care of the two men-at-arms Stark. Harrion was lying on a pile of bodies and pale as he dripped from his lost hand. Lord Rickard ordered some men to take their son out of combat as quickly as possible.
"We won. The flanks are totally destroyed. There is only a small resistance from the Lannister center " - Lord Umber spoke with a smile followed by some. Dacey winced, but smiled slightly. We had not won yet it was time to take the lion's head off.
"We do not win, we need to capture Tywin Lannister. You come with me." - I asked smiling and catching a fallen sword on the ground, it was not mine, but it did not matter, she could kill with the same ease.
The lords and my friends nodded or made jokes about cutting the Old Lion's balls. I waved the sword and we quickly moved on to the ultimate focus of resistance. Along the field I saw that most of the dead were from the West. I saw Tywin Lannister from afar surrounded by five men in Lannister colors who cut everything in their path.
Roose Bolton was on the right surrounded by men of his house waiting for a breach to attack the Lord of the Westerlands. I covered followed by those who accompanied me the men of the West died without a chance to think. Lord Tywin found himself alone with five of his guards and surrounded by furious Northerners just waiting for an order.
"Surrender now Lord Tywin. You're surrounded and no chance."- I called out loudly for everyone to hear. The guards of the West stood threateningly ready to fight to the death.
"Never kid. I'm not surrendering to a Stark, much less to a brat three times younger than me. Today it just started boy." - the man spoke with an imposing and authoritative gesticulating to death around me that I found it difficult for someone other than my father to match. I sighed and lined my sword.
"No. Today this ends." - I said, advancing all the Northerners advanced, I went straight to Lord Tywin.
Our swords clashed with fury and he looked at me with pure rage in his eyes. It must have been hard for him to lose all his powerful army in a single battle against a boy three times younger and inexperienced. I concentrated on the fight and soon my anger, strength and youth began to overcome Tywin. He gave a wild blow in my direction as I jumped forward shocking our bodies. Tywin wobbled and I ripped out his right hand with a mighty blow, at the same blow I spun and buried my sword with fury at the back of his knee I drew the sword. Tywin Lannister fell to his knees holding the wound to keep the blood from leaking.
"Come on, boy, do it. Kill the great Tywin Lannister and make a great name." - Lord of the Rock Casterly spoke looking into my eyes and in fury.
Many of the Northerners agreed to Umber and Mormont the most vocal among them. I knew what Tywin wanted, but I would not give it to him.
"Enough" - I said raising my fist. Grey Wind touched my hip as if urging me to continue - "You will not die today, Lord Tywin. You will live to pay for all your crimes. And an example will be made of what happens when a man is carried away by arrogance. Your death would only bring the death of my father and sisters you will be spared today. " - I spoke louder for all to hear the northerners fell in shouts entranced by my words.
I threw the sword away while Tywin was taken by four of my soldiers and a maester came just behind to heal him partially. The Northerners embraced and I was received with many compliments and hugs. Great-Jon lifted my arm and pointed at me.
"When I got to Winterfell with my troops I never thought Robb would get us to victory. I did not respect him and I lost two fingers for it, and yet I was afraid when we came to find the Lannisters in battles, but we won. All Hail Robb Stark. The Young Wolf. The wolf that conquered the Mountain. The Wolf that castrated the lion. ROBB STARK. ROBB STARK. " - bright red core as the screams of my name went up, but I knew the credit was from my great-uncle Brynden Tully for the plan.
I hoped he had fulfilled his part in the plan and cut off any fugitives from getting to Riverrun or to King's Landing. But I calmed down knowing that it was easier for Jaime Lannister to erect the siege than Blackfish be maneuvered. I smiled before raising my hand for silence.
"The victory is not mine. The victory is of each of the men who died and gave their lives. The victory is of every man who bled today so that we could show that the North should not be taken lightly. The victory belongs to each one of us, because we fight with all our strength so that we eventually release my father from his prison in King's Landing. WINTER IS COMING. THE NORTH REMEMBERS. " - I started speaking louder with each sentence before I finished screaming. The men rejoiced. All united on one purpose. Free Eddard Stark and his daughters from King's Landing.
"Lord Wylis Manderly you stay behind and organize the count of dead and wounded. Me and the others are going to go to our camp." - Wylis nodded calmly and began to distribute orders. A man came bringing me a black steed to ride.
An hour later I and a good part of the lords and cavalry advanced to our camp to tell the news. I smiled before urging my horse forward. Yes. Winter had come to the house Lannister.
Catelyn
The Joy of a Mother
Catelyn Stark rummaged in his cell again. I was worried. With Ned, Sansa and Arya imprisoned in the capital. Worried about Robb fighting the most dangerous man of Westeros Tywin Lannister. Concerned about Bran and Rickon alone in Winterfell unsupervised beyond Maester Luwin.
Catelyn would never have taken Tyrion Lannister as a prisoner if he had known that Lord Tywin Lannister would unleash his army on the Riverlands as revenge. As she headed for Moat Cailin she heard from the Siege of Riverrun, from the prison of her husband and daughters and that her eldest son Robb had joined a series of Northerners and coming to the south with intent to free their father and sisters.
When she arrived at Moat Cailin with her uncle Brynden Tully she was astonished to see something around twenty thousand Northerners, but I understood that it was all out of love for them. I was afraid to see Robb lead an army for war, I wanted to send him back to Winterfell, but I knew the Northerners would follow no one but a Stark. When he introduced his plan to me and Uncle Brynden I was shocked and proud of the well-crafted strategy.
He had been scared after hearing Brynden's plan was risky, but Robb seemed willing to risk it. And most of his lords agreed to the plan. So we ignored the Twins and headed to the Green Fork where one of the most important battles of this war would probably take place.
Catelyn had just kissed her son's forehead and stroked his now bearded face as he headed for battle. I refused to cry, I kept a strong look as my son headed east toward the Green Fork and Uncle Brynden leading a thousand men rode north expecting the fugitives.
Hours have passed and hundreds of thoughts have passed through my head. None of them were good, the guard assigned to me by Robb was a little agitated and anxious.
"My lady, you are well." - Rodrik Cassel Winterfell's weapons master asked from above his steed. I waved at him if I said something I was afraid it would be followed by crying.
Then a war horn sounded far into the woods and then another one and another. The noises of horses increased. My guards drew their swords, while the people of the camp were scared looking at the forest. My heart was beating faster and I did not even see that my horse gave a light trot forward.
Then the horn sounded again and from the forest mounted men burst forth and they carried flags from the North. And in front of them was Robb followed by Grey Wind and many of the Northern lords. I sobbed once and the restrained tears poured from my eyes. Flags all over North were there.
The giant wolf Stark, winter sun Karstark, giant in broken belts Umber, the flayed man Bolton, battle ax Cerwyn, Manderly newt, the iron glove Glover, the moose Hornwood, the sentry trees Tallhart, the bear of the Mormont, the two crossed keys of Locke.
The main body composed of Robb and the northern lords followed me straight. I saw Robb's face stained with mud and blood, his beard dirty, but his blue eyes gleamed with relief he dismounted followed by his lords. Robb climbed up to where I was I dismounted he hugged me long, I ran my fingers through his red curls.
My son was well just missing Ned, Sansa and Arya to complete the family. I looked at his face and smiled reminded me of Robb still a baby crying loud and red and now here he was fourteen years later defeating the most feared man of Westeros.
"We have overcome my lords. Let's rejoice, drink and eat. The victory is ours." - Robb said in a voice that reminded me a lot of Ned. Well, he was the son of his father after all. I looked at him for a moment and asked.
"What is the result of the battle" - I asked, knowing that much had happened. He could only think of what happened to Tywin Lannister, Kevan Lannister, and Tyrion Lannister. Robb ran his fingers through his hair before walking beside me with him following.
"The plan took place as desired. We have taken prisoners Kevan Lannister his two youngest sons Martyn and Willem also captured Tyrion Lannister and we have the most important prisoner Lord Tywin. Almost the entire western army has been massacred, but we can not be too confident." - Robb spoke in a quiet voice.
I nodded yes we had four Lannisters prisoners and their destroyed army that would help us a lot. But something in Robb's tone was out he was trying to hide something from me. I was his mother I would always know when he was hiding something from me.
"Robb. What are you hiding from me?" - I asked in a stern, maternal voice.
I could almost hear him choking, he looked at me as if he was thinking of an excuse. I put my hands on my hips.
"Mother..." - Robb began before several laughs took over.
I turned to see Great-Jon giggling and taking his son Small-Jon who had his face all purple and bruised. Beside them was Maege Mormont and her daughter Dacey Mormont with a band around their heads.
"Lady Catelyn. What young Robb is hiding is that he killed Gregor Clegane the Mountain and was the only one who captured Tywin Lannister. Forgive me for the intrusion, but Robb seemed about to dig a hole in the ground and hide. If you are comforted by Lady Catelyn, all the young men are foolish in their first battles " - he said with a playful tone.
I watched Robb look a little paler, but then I laughed beside them. It helped to relieve the tension and sadness I was feeling. Robb sighed relieved at my side. I looked at him.
"It's all right Robb. You did well, the world will not be poorer without the Mountain. I say he's going to get a lot better without that beast on the man's body. " - Robb nodded and then he looked away and cursed softly and they all turned.
Tywin, Kevan, Tyrion, Martyn, and Willem Lannister were all tied up in a wagon with a stallion consisting of men-at-arms Stark and Theon Greyjoy on a white steed. Great-Jon had one hand on his sword just like all the men around. The closer I got to the wagon, the more I felt my rage burn for every person in the Riverlands who were brutalized by the Lord of the West.
I saw that all the Lannisters were gagged except for the two children, very good, no one needed any of them distilling their poison among the ranks of the North. Where the cart went, the Lannisters were mocked by the Northerners, but that was all.
As the wagon passed us I saw that Tywin and Robb's gazes met, but then the wagon moved on. The mood seemed to have grown lighter after the Lannisters passed, the lords smiling and talking again.
"As soon as night falls, let's gather in my tent where we'll discuss our next plans. Rest and drink my masters. What we conquer today deserves a celebration." - Robb said with a slight smile before walking toward his tent with Grey Wind on his side. The wolf was full of blood in his mouth and coat.
Hours passed and we were all gathered in Robb's tent with a big table in the middle with a map.
Around her sat Lord Jon Umber and his son Small-Jon, Lord Rickard Karstark, accompanied by their twin sons Torrhen and Eddard Karstark, since Harrion was still asleep after losing his hand, Lord Roose Bolton, the heir to Port White Wylis Manderly And his brother Wendel Manderly, Lord Galbatt and his brother Robett Glover, Lady Maege Mormont and their daughter Dacey Mormont both in a gray wool dress, Sor Donnel Locke, Lord Gregor Forrester, Lord Hállis Hornwood and his son Daryn Hornwood.
Each North Manor House represented, Catelyn mentally praised Robb for not forgetting any important house. Everyone had a mug of beer besides her that had a glass of water and Lord Roose Bolton who drank his hypocraz. Robb waited for everyone to be served then filled his mug with beer. He stood in his position and looked at each of the men there.
"I congratulate Lord Roose Bolton and Ser Donnel Locke for their excellent roles in securing the Lannister army. If it were not for you, we could never have attacked you in the back and defeated you. A toast to them. " - Some of the lords seemed reluctant to toast a Bolton, but nevertheless they raised their goblets and toasted together.
Catelyn swore she saw a gleam of presumption and arrogance in Lord Bolton's eyes. As soon as the chorus ended, Robb continued.
"Ser Wylis. You can tell us the number of dead and prisoners on both sides. " - The big man stood up before clearing his throat loudly for the attention of his fellow lords.
"On the Lannister side, the number of dead already exceeds eleven thousand. Already prisoners have about two thousand and many of them knights with lands or rich. The important dead are Lord Harys Swift, Ser Addam Marbrand, Amory Lorch and Ser Gregor Clegane. We have Lord Tywin his brother, son and nephews captured as dozens of noble prisoners from Western houses." - Wylis said.
It was truly a great victory Lord of Casterly Rock, his son, brother and nephews, many lords, rich knights captured. Certainly a beautiful victory, but one that would not pay for all the massacre that occurred in the Riverlands. Robb remained silent while many gentlemen smiled and made jokes.
"On our side we have about two thousand dead, about one thousand wounded mostly minor injuries except for Owen Norrey, Harrion Karstark and some other horsemen who have some serious injuries." - the sentence ended and the lords smiled and drank more.
Robb gave a serious nod before smiling a little.
"Very well. A toast to all who gave their lives today. " - Robb said and I together the lords followed the toast looked at me and then to the map proceeding.
"Let's rest tonight so we'll head to Harrenhall. Lord Robett Glover can send knights along the Riverlands to join troops. Send messages to the Mallister, Piper, Vance and Frey houses if they join us we will have about an additional nine thousand soldiers. " - I thought it would be difficult to persuade Walder Frey.
The man was a weasel, but with the defeat of Tywin Lannister he might rethink his inactivity. If Father were in health Frey would never have so openly challenged him or failed to do his duty.
"Lord Medger Cerwyn, Ser Rodrik Cassel, Ser Wendel Manderly, and Robett Glover, you took five hundred men tomorrow and headed north. Assemble all the troops that can you have the term of a month and a half the North can raise of forty to fifty thousand soldiers. I'll give you three letters. The first one should be delivered to Howland Reed, the second to Lord Wyman Manderly in White Harbour and the last to my brother Brandon in Winterfell. Bring me at least ten thousand soldiers, when you have finished joining the troops, leave a thousand men in Moat Cailin, and five hundred knights patrolling the Stoney Shore. At Winterfell there must be a garrison of five hundred men, I know that you will carry out my orders with excellence. "- the lords seemed a little shocked, but for the most part they gave nods of approval.
I was somewhat intrigued by Robb's idea, it was not normal, but I did agree that I was a bit worried.
"We'll rest tonight. Tomorrow we will leave for Harrenhall, Lord Karstark will command the vanguard, Lord Roose Bolton will command the infantry and I will command the cavalry. " - Great-Jon Umber did not seem happy with the decision, but he agreed.
The conversation followed for almost an hour between logistics, scouts, how to keep the prisoners, how to transport the wounded. After she finished the lords said goodbye and went out in pairs talking quietly, Roose Bolton was the last to leave before giving a nod cuts and withdraw. The man gave me shivers with his eyes stripped of any emotion.
"Mother. I need to talk to you, stay a little longer, please." - Robb said softly, I nodded.
Robb sat in the chair in front of me and looked me in the eyes softly, although he took an army he was still a child and had his fears.
"Tell me Robb. What ails you," - I said softly.
He had a closed expression and ran his hand through his hair.
"Mother. I have some ideas but I honestly do not know how to proceed I need your advice." - I looked at Robb and nodded for him to continue.
"Mother had aunt Lysa need to be convinced to help us, I need you to ride to the Valley and convince her, please, Mother. As for the other issues, I'm going to send a letter to the Martells to join us and offer them justice for the death of Elia Martell and her children, Amory Lorch and Gregor Clegane are dead, but Tywin Lannister's head must be good enough they. Then to Frey I do not know how to proceed, I will wait for us to join them. " - I would protest I did not want to leave Robb's side, but his eyes were pleading.
The Martells wanted revenge for years for the attitudes of Amory Lorch and Gregor Clegane with their death and the promise of Tywin Lannister's head might be successful.
"I agree Robb, I'm going to ride to the Valley one more time and I'll bring the support of Lysa and her lords. The Martell may like to know of the death of the murderers of Elia, Rhaenys and Aegon, but that does not guarantee that they will join us. Walder Frey will want a Robb wedding I advise to talk to them with their masters. And because you did not say anything about Joffrey, Stannis and Renly. " - Robb was silent, but just as Ned was thoughtful as if he was trying to decide the best way out. He scratched his beard and then looked at me.
"I have an idea to convince Frey, do not worry, Mother. As for Martell, we can only wait and see your response. And I will not let any of the three know anything of what we do. Stannis and Renly have done nothing to help Dad, and Joffrey is nothing but a madman. The Baratheons remained in the dark for the time being, and tomorrow you left with an escort of two hundred knights under Lord Gregor Forrester." - I agreed with Robb and I hugged him and kissed his forehead.
"It's okay, my son. I'm going to leave and prepare my things to leave tomorrow. Have a good night" - I said before getting up and leaving the tent.
A thousand thoughts were in my head, how could I convince Lysa to hear me. In my tent I tidied up some basic belongings in a saddlebag and lay down on the bed and slept.
My dreams were full of memories, my childhood with Lysa, Petyr, Edmure, our jokes. The day I met Brandon Stark, Petyr's fight against Brandon and me begging him to spare Petyr. The news of Brandon's death and my marriage to Ned, the birth of Robb in Riverrun in the middle of the war. The birth of each of my sons and young Jon Snow the spot of Ned that reminded me every day he betrayed me.
I woke up with something licking my face and I saw Robb standing there smiling with Grey Wind at his side.
"It's time, Mom. You must leave early." - I agreed with him and got up quickly, arranging my things, I followed Robb out and saw Lord Gregor with two hundred horsemen. The man bowed to me before riding his horse.
"Bye Robb. Take care of yourself, I'll be back as soon as possible with Lysa" - I said to my son before I hugged him and mounted my horse. I gave one last nod and Lord Forrester led us down the road toward the Valley.
The camp soon disappeared from our sight and we galloped swiftly toward the Valley Mountains. I hoped to fulfill my mission, for the sake of my family, and for everything to be well. It would remind Lysa that we were family and family helping each other. Yes. Family, Duty, Honor the motto of my house at Tully House. Family came first, my heart was filled with determination, by Ned, Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon, father, Edmure I would do that. Because the winter is coming.
Hi guys. I know I did not update my other story, but it is that it takes a while to research the reigns of all Targaryen kings. And besides, I have to make the changes that have occurred in the course of the story so forgive the delay. I am in the reign of King Maekar I so I will post a new chapter until Friday. I have many news I think they will like it.
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