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of Justice
The Andals were gathering. This was the news that reached the court and caused panic in the hearts of the lords. If it were a normal Andal army, people would not be so desperate, but this was the largest Andal army that had ever been formed to conquer the Riverlands. Tristifer IV Mudd, was known to have won 99 battles during his lifetime, and the most important against the Andals, preventing the decline of his house before the Andal Tide that invaded Westeros with the aim of conquering the continent for their Seven Gods.
In addition to being the largest army ever seen in the Riverlands, other factors were against it. Tristifer had lost many lords who could not resist the invaders, shrinking his troops, and their commander was Armistead Vance, a powerful Andal lord, known not only for being a great warrior, but also for his lack of mercy on those who faced him, he was a man who had Tristifer's reluctant respect, but could not let respect disrupt judgment at the moment. The situation was terrible and damned, but as a king it was his duty to show confidence and steadfastness in the most terrifying of situations, and Tristifer would not be overwhelmed by the notion of death and destruction that this army represented.
- My lords peace. I summon the lords who are here in Oldstones for a meeting, immediately in my office, my nobles, fear nothing. We will weather this storm together and prevail against our enemies. – Tristifer had pushed his fear and fear deep into his heart, had no time for those thoughts, not as he was approaching the fiftieth day of his name, had defeated knights, lords, rebels, fanatics and kings during his life, had fought against renowned and powerful men, and never cringed at them, he knew he was a living legend, but with that army his hundredth battle was coming, and if he lost it, his whole house would be extinguished, for he was sure the Andals would show no mercy to their descendants and family members, only misfortune awaited if they lost.
The king entered the room first, but soon Blackwood, Wayn, Ryger, Goodbrook, Mallister, and others filled the room in various reactions on their faces, though none seemed willing to speak while some servants handed out glasses of wine, It was only when the last of them left the room that Lord Ethan Ryger burst out in his high-pitched shrill voice, causing Tristifer to feel headaches almost instantly.
- My king. We should try a dialogue with them, we are surpassed in numbers and resources, an attempt at diplomacy is needed at this time. – the man's despair was so tangible that the king feared the man would do his basic needs in his own pants, it was a shame, since his grandfather had been such a brave and bold man, always standing with Tristifer in battle, until it fell by a stray arrow that hit his eye.
- We must immediately march against them, my lord, not listening to this cowardly dog, let us attack the Andalos now and subdue them by the surprise and strength of the River men. – in contrast to Ryger's fear was to Thorgan Goodbrook's excessive bravery, he was a good man and loyal but too bold and out of season, their advice was complete opposite and extreme, however Tristifer disliked extreme measures at all or thoughtless, had not made his name for acting like an irresponsible brat.
- Shut up, kids. They're getting on my nerves. If we were to follow their advice we would be annihilated one way or another, use that little brain the gods gave them, still stink the urine and want to scream and give orders on a board of experienced men. – this was Robin Haigh, a bitter and sour old man who had lost many, many relatives during the invasion of the Andals, that made him one of their greatest enemies and one of those who most cursed their existence. man, but that talk of him broke out a big discussion in the meeting room with the gentlemen shouting and pointing fingers and cursing loudly, the subject practically neglected, as their personal quarrels surfaced, the king despised it at all heart.
- Enough. – only one word came out of the king's mouth and all the men fell silent looking at Tristifer. Despite the age difference between the majority, he could see in everyone respect for his position and who he was, that was good, if they admired him they would follow his orders well.
- I think the Andals don't want to talk, forgive me for their arrogance, but we've beaten them countless times, been humiliated and broken. Their only hope is to defeat us and then to wipe out the entire Mudd line to show the strength of their Seven Gods. I don't mean to hide or humiliate myself for some damn stranger who knows nothing about Isle of Faces, the Eye of God, and our sacred woods, that's unacceptable. – Tristifer would not go around, would expose everything he thought and thought to these men, because it had always been true and straight with their vassals, they deserved it, they needed to know what was waiting for them if they followed and lost, because it implied many things that would cause severe damage to certain homes.
- What do we do then, your grace? – A lord who was not in sight asked, the king identified in his voice a little fear and insecurity, something normal in that situation.
- We do what we did before, we fight them. – answered directly, which brought a buzz among the lords, some insecure, some hopeful, some fearful, but Tristifer would not let any of that influence him, after all he had long been king to allow certain things to affect him, even those that could end your family and culture.
- They say they are gathering in the Eye of God, their grace, a huge army. – pondered Lord Mallister.
- Yes. Listen, mylords. This battle will be against all prospects, they have better weapons, armor, more soldiers, more resources to use, we are really at a disadvantage, but this is the battle of our lives. Will we want to meet in the festive halls of the Old Gods and remember that while the goddamned put our culture and way of life in danger we sat down and did nothing? Will you want to be remembered as the lords who bowed, the ones who chose to accept the saddle and the halter? Or you will want to be reminded how those who put themselves in a calamitous situation and fought to the end can choose, for I know what my choice will be, even if my family is extinct, even if everything I love is destroyed, I still prefer it: die fighting and defending what I believe, than simply doing nothing and accepting a different culture, religion and way of life, make your choice my lords, now, and even if I have only a thousand men with me, I will still face these damn Andals with all the wrath of my being. - Tristifer had his eyes hard as icebergs while staring at his lords who listened intently, even after finishing the speech they were silent for several and several moments, it was Lord Blackwood who laughed out loud and walked forward falling on his knee.
- Bah. There is the king I followed. You have brought us victory against the Arryn and renowned Andal lords, accompanied you in dozens of battles, and would rather die than bow to these andals, you will have the Blackwood spears and bows. – It seemed to have taken a weight off Tristifer's back, for that silence almost made him believe his lords might want to testify him, Blackwood's words not surprising, but they soothed his heart and soul.
- Tsc. I'm too old to learn songs about Seven Gods or even memorize their names, or even adapt to this effeminate culture of these invaders, Seaguard's swords and shields are their king, Above the Rest we'll be by your side today and forever. – With the support of Blackwood and Mallister, the other lords soon fell back in support and that brought a smile to Tristifer's lips as a great emotion took over his heart, for even in that adverse situation his soldiers supported him and stood beside him.
The meeting took about half an hour between strategies and spying, but Tristifer soon closed it as he headed for the walls of his castle. He could see many soldiers already preparing for a march and the orders had not even been given, but they were veterans and knew their master, knew they would soon march. As he watched the men, as well as the women and children, Tristifer wondered how he could defeat that coalition of lords Andals, led by no less than one of the greatest lords of the Andal war, each battle made him a little afraid, but he could use them all something in his favor that gave him some peace of mind, although the battlefield was sometimes treacherous, most of the time he could control him, but in that moment ...
As much as he thought he saw no clear way to defeat that problem, at least he could think of nothing that would not require a miracle from the gods, but his experiences in life and war said that the gods did not perform miracles like this or even do that for free. If you wanted to win you would have to do it for yourself and using what you had available and the most you could do was pray for some very good idea.
Days later.
Oldstones buzzed with activity, preparing for war. At the gate a few men deposited large stakes in wagons to be marched. Elsewhere, archers trained with their bows while the commander gave instructions on maintaining the bows, for in recent days there had been countless small storms that made the weather wet and damaged the bowstrings.
Tristifer was on the balcony of his manor watching everything in his battle armor, there were about fifteen thousand, a good number, if it were not for having to face at least twice as many enemies, but in those days morale had been high, at least between the shallow and veteran soldiers, for their king had never lost a battle in his lifetime, being a legend in the Riverlands and beyond, was known as the Hammer of Justice and Andals Doom, a strong name he did not refuse, was useful in bringing terror to the heart of your enemies.
If his wife had been there, he would have laughed, but his beloved Helena had died a few years beside his stillborn, a severe blow to Tris's heart, who had only married when she was thirty, for nearly fifteen years of her life had been between wars and battles, with no time to devote to anything other than them or the management of their lands, Helena had been a balm during wars that seemed almost endless, she had given him her heir too Tristifer, but failed to generate others heirs, they had all died at birth, and though it hurt, he never ceased to love her for a moment, but he missed her at times, and that moment was one of those.
His heir was somewhere at the forefront alongside the boldest and most fearless young men, Tristifer had not been able to prepare him well because of the conflicts and feared that if he died prematurely his heir could not contain the tide of enemies, but swore to himself that if he won and came back alive, he would train him more for the duty he was to face in a few years when he succeeded him.
With one last look at the rooms he had shared with his late wife, he turned to the hallway and closely followed lancers from his house. As he crossed the corridors, he recalled moments of childhood, adolescence, and youth, remembered bad times and good times, remembered departed friends, situations, and more. It gave him more yearning for victory and a desire to return home and build a better future for all his lords and subjects, but first he would have to overcome his last obstacle and last enemy.
As he pointed in the courtyard, the troops began to roar his name in shouts of "Tristifer," "Hammer of Justice," "Doom of the Andals," as they slammed their weapons into shields or walls, making as much noise as possible which became deafening, but it was enough to raise a hand for all to stop at once.
- Men. – started. – We are here to face the greatest adversity of our lives. I will not lie. Many of you may die, perhaps none of us will come back alive, but between us and these andals there is a big difference. We fight for our lands, our families, our daughters, wives, our friends, our gods, our people, while they want to come and destroy it, so it's up to us to show to each of them the fury of the men of Riverlands, and the wrath of the ancient gods on account of the atrocities they have committed. LET'S RUN THE RIVERLANDS OF RIVER BLOOD! - the king's roar was followed by all the troops that were there, while the shouts of "Mudd" filled the air sending waves of hope to the hearts of the present in such a way that they felt capable of facing even the gods of the Andals if Tristifer IV Mudd asked.
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