Chapter 3
Whispers in the wind
"Cunts!" I raged in my mental prison as I sat in my cage. Of course I knew coming out of nowhere raving about the end of the world would get me thrown in the crazy tank but I expected better than a fucking cell. The fuckers had made the guards take me to the dungeons where I was interrogated by the gaoler. The shithead had used his fists and my head to authenticate my story. Since my speech to Robb Stark and his pose I'd not said a word the goalers beating had only drawn cries but not words the hot poke would have made me sing luckily the threat had been fake. I was dumped in the darkest and shittiest room I'd ever been in. The smell of shit and piss was choking but the darkness paralyzing and haunting. Every sound in the darkness was a threat and every threat was an illusion at least that is what I told myself trying to ignore my prison. For two days I ate the rock hard bread with boiled water in silence and darkness.
On the third day I was finally brought out by the guards before being lead somewhere. Getting up the stairs after being locked up for two days and being neaten wasn't easy but the guards offered much motivation.
The trial was draining and the few times I stopped for a break I was rewarded with a hard smack to the back via spear shaft. My retaliation was ignored and dismissed via a shove every time. The two guards escorted me up out the dungeon and into the court yard and into what must have been the main keep up we went again until I was waiting outside a room as we waited for the knock to be answered. It was the smug face of Theon Greyjoy that opened the door and led me into the room. The guards waited outside as I took a seat that was left vacant. My legs ached and I wasn't in the mood for whatever was happening now. Across from me sat the acting lord of the castle and the bastard who'd left me to rot in a cell.
After closing the door the Greyjoy moved to stand behind me and put his hands on my shoulders as if to keep me in place but probably to intimidate me. "You say you are a vessel for the gods and refuse to answer my people when investigated. So tell me when will you answer my questions as you said you would? What is it then that the gods want me to know? That some stranger thinks he knows about the gods of the first men!"
The would be king was serious and using his best expression of the lord face he could muster. Try as he must I was not fazed this was what I'd planned in the first case. Place myself in a position where facts would corroborate my story then enjoy the perks of divination.
"Yes you want answers but first you must answer me. There is one thing I need to know. Is your father still hand of the king. Tell me and I shall… ohh he is not such a shame." The boys frustration would tell me what I needed to know and a perfect time for me to strike at the boys trust. "So word has come of his treachery."
Hands dug into my shoulders as I sppke and the lord smashed his hands on the table looking threatening and angry. "My father is innocent, he would never betray the king! The Lannisters will pay for these lies! I will deal with them in due time now give me the answers I want or I will send you to the wall to rot."
" Indeed you have answered me so I shall do the same for you. There was a deserter some moons back tired and driven, miles travelled but no haven. A hopeless man yet fearing none the less. He told you of the enemy stalking in the shadows, do you remember the whitewalkers he said and you Greyjoy laughed as the Starks declared him mad for being awed at the power of abominations."
The face of the lord in front of me was shocked and that of the one behind me was probably the same. Silence filled the room as the Stark tried to compose himself and continue with his investigation. "How do you know about that only a handful of people know about it? "
"I spoke not with people but the gods, they told me and you, you spoke with them as well on that day, the beasts given to your house to aid you in your duty. Instead the gifts of your gods are misused one dead by a Stark no less,the other discarded at a whim. I am here to speak clearly the will of the gods as it seems you have not been listening so far. Heed my wisdom and fight or kill me and be forsaken by the gods."
It was amazing to me the power of an ultimatum. To be made to make a choice not your own when validating a threat is acknowledged. I had them the pass at the deserter was nothing compared to the honour of house Stark and perceived slight at the old gods.
The boy stared me down trying to figure out what exactly to say to my speech. It was one thing to hear a rumour about the deserter screaming whitewalkers but to know exactly the fate of the Direwolves south was not a coincidence and the lord was smart enough to know this.
"So you know a lot about us and all you tell of yourself is that you are a vessel for the gods. That I can't believe you are no god but perhaps the gods have favoured you with wisdom beyond that of mortals. So tell me what do the gods want from us then you spoke about sacrifice so what is it then?" The young wolf demanded.
So I replied grave seriousness hanging over my words. "Do what you can against the Lannisters but the real war is to the north prepare the North for a siege of winter and hold the dead at the wall!"