The second part of the battle.


JON VII

Ghost was running next to him at the sound of the horn. Not far were Robb and Grey Wind, and behind them half the cavalry of their army. The other half was charging the right wing of the enemy. Theirs was charging the left wing. The horn gave the signal for the attack.

They had waited for that to happen any day. When Robb learned the Lannisters were moving on them from Harrenhal, he prepared an operation of fake retreat. They moved more slowly than the Lannister forces on purpose, tempting them to attack their rearguard. Today, it happened. Roose Bolton was tasked to hold the Lannisters long enough to exhaust them and to give the time to their main army to arrive. The cavalry, composed of knights and light horsemen, arrived first. They saw that Roose Bolton was holding, but in a difficult situation with the infantry of the enemy pressing on him from the front and horsemen pressing against his flanks. When he was made aware of the situation, Robb split his cavalry in two, commanding the first half and leaving the second to Lord Karstark. And now they were charging to save the rearguard that performed its duty very well.

The charge was strong, and the impact with the enemy as well. Jon had never fought in a full-scale battle before. His experience was limited to fighting bandits in the Westerlands and to skirmishes with scouting units. But the enemy didn't expect them, and as a result they took them by their back, completely by surprise. From surrounding the Lannisters became surrounded.

Jon deflected a spear directed toward him and shoved his sword into the man's chest. His armor blocked it. He was no knight, Jon could tell, but he was almost armored like one. All Lannister soldiers were equipped with the best armor and weapons that could be found in Westeros. As a result, Jon found himself fighting the horseman, but prevailed by knocking him down from his mount. He saw Ghost busy, burying his teeth into a knight's throat, as another knight brought his sword against him. Jon parried the blow. He could only fight holding his sword with one hand, since the other was essential to hold the reins of his horse. After a succession of blow from each side, Jon got the upper hand by cutting the man at his neck.

Jon kept fighting against every horseman and knight he came upon. The Lannister cavalry was giving ground. They were repelling them.

"Stark!"

Jon heard the shout through the crowd, and he suspected who it was immediately. When he looked at him charging towards Robb, Jon immediately spun his mount to get in his way. As a result, he and Jaime Lannister ended up clashing swords. The violence of the impact was so strong that they both fell from their horses. When Jon stood up, he was face to face with the Kingslayer.

The knight sniggered when he recognized him. "The bastard of Winterfell. I see you have a better sword now."

Jon readied himself, and it was a good thing he did for the blow came immediately. He parried or avoided several attacks from Jaime Lannister before he could go on the offensive. The Kingslayer stopped or deflected them easily. Not even once did he evaded an attack. He always blocked it or changed its course, but he never ran away. He met every blow, every strike, every attempt against his life.

Some said that Jaime Lannister was among the best swordsmen in the country. He was Bran's idol before his fall, and now Jon started to understand why. Not only his skills were impressive, but he seemed to fight better as the time went on. At one point, their swords blocked together and their faces came only a few inches from each other.

"You're good, bastard. Just like your father. I wonder why he didn't make you Lord of Winterfell."

Jon roared in anger and launched forward, but again the Kingslayer stopped every one of his attempts. However, the smile was gone from his face. They continued to exchange blows. Jon couldn't find his weakness, and he tried to not give a way in to Ser Jaime. He heard the horn that announced the bulk of the army was there.

Over fifteen thousand men, fresh and ready for battle, positioned by Robb to be on the march while still ready to enter battle at any moment, had arrived. He didn't see the Lannisters send more men after them. This meant they had the advantage now. Jaime Lannister stepped back. Jon saw from the corner of his eye a knight still on his horse running towards him. He ducked just in time to avoid his sword, but the knight came back after him, and Jon had to fight him from a lowered position. He heard another horn sounding, though this time it seemed to come from the Lannister side.

He kept dueling with the mounted knight, until another Northerner on horse attracted his attention. Jon noticed the horseman in question was Harrion Karstark. He could no longer see the Kingslayer, or Robb. The whole battle was a general melee. Over it, he saw banners of the Westerlands approaching from one side, and banners of the North from the other. Jon saw a man with the red armor of the Lannister army fighting close and headed towards him. He dealt with the man very quickly, and spotted Jaime Lannister not far away, fighting three men at the same time. While Jon walked in his direction, he killed two of them and the head of the third was cut off by a man on horse. The man dismounted and went to the Kingslayer. Jon was closing on them when he was stopped by another soldier of the Lannisters. He got rid of him, but when he turned again to look at Lord Tyrion's brother, he had mounted the horse and was riding away. The knight who gave him his mount looked at Jon and readied his sword. Jon saw Ser Jaime Lannister disappearing, powerless.

Jon raised his sword and approached the knight who stood in front of him. His opponent raised his sword too and brought it down. Jon stopped the blow, and counter-attacked. The knight avoided it and tried to hit Jon's leg, but he blocked the attack. Attacks and counter attacks followed each other closely, none managing to break through the other's defence. It was a familiar dance to Jon. It happened all the time when he was training at the Rock. Jon finally managed to make the knight lose his balance by targeting his legs. He fell face first on the ground and Jon placed his sword on the back of his neck.

"Jon, stop!" It was the knight who spoke. Jon frowned. The knight knew his name. And Jon knew this voice. He had been in a very similar situation months ago, in the practice yards of Casterly Rock. "I surrender. It's alright. It's me."

The knight turned to face Jon and removed his helmet. "Teron?"

Teron Hill, a knight who was part of House Lannister's household, who Jon befriended at Casterly Rock. They had fought in a duel one day, for a bet, and their fight had ended the same way. He didn't expect to meet him on the battlefield, not like that. Jon had his sword directed at his throat. But he had surrendered. Jon looked around to see that there were no fighting Lannister to be seen. Those he saw were either dead or on their knees. Their banners were still visible when he looked south, but in his immediate surroundings, none were fighting. He lowered his sword. He saw the relief on Teron's face, just like Jon was relieved too. He spotted a squire who came near.

"Hey, you. Bring this man. He's a knight of House Lannister and he surrendered. We'll keep him prisoner."

"Aye, my lord," the squire said. He had a rope with him and used it to tie Teron's wrists. Jon walked pass them and went back into the battle.

He made his way through the Northerners who fought against the men of the Westerlands and quickly met hostility. He fought against many enemy soldiers, but he felt they were giving ground. They didn't seem to be fighting at the top of their strength. The left wing of the Lannister army seemed like it was crumbling. No more red armors on horses were visible, while the Stark cavalry dominated the battlefield. It wasn't long before the enemies ran away.

Jon didn't take part to the chase. He no longer had a horse for that. When he realized the Lannisters were retreating and too far away for him to catch them up, he stopped running. He realized how exhausted he was. During the battle, he didn't realize how he overextended his forces. They won. He started to realize it. They won. It wasn't easy, but they did it.

Three hours later, the sun was almost down and they had set their camp. Men were coming back from the chase, some carrying prisoners with them. Many others were healing their wounds, and there were even some who started to drink to celebrate the victory or to forget what just happened. Jon was in the command tent with Robb and his bannermen. Roose Bolton was giving the count of their losses.

"The vanguard took the bulk of the damage. We're talking about two thousand dead men. Most of the men who died were in the infantry and they could easily be replaced if needed. We count less than fifty casualties among our horsemen, mostly light cavalry."

"What about the Lannisters?" Robb asked.

"It is more difficult to ascertain, but based on the count we made so far, we expect their losses to amount at least five thousand men, maybe ten thousand. Add to this the men who will desert after this and their army will be considerably reduced. They will be lucky if they still have a third of it."

"The river lords will turn against them after such a victory," Ser Wylis Manderly stated.

"Aye, but their troops are with the Blackfish at the Golden Tooth," Robb replied. "They can harass the Lannister but attacking them is over their means."

"Then I say we run after the Lannisters and smash whatever is left from them," Jon Umber declared.

"We mustn't forget the orders we received from Lord Stannis," Ser Wylis reminded them. "He told us to hold the Lannisters inside the Riverlands. Chasing after them might send them back to King's Landing."

"So what? We sit on our asses again?"

"No," Robb said. "We will give chase to the Lannisters. We'll use the night for our troops to rest and to treat our wounded, but we leave at first light tomorrow to catch them. We won't go too far. I want them to remain at Harrenhal if that's what the king wants. But we will take as much men from them as we can. And if we can destroy their army for good, then we will do it."

The lords around the table seemed to approve. "What about the prisoners?" he then asked at the attention of Lord Karstark. The Lord of Karhold had red eyes. His eldest son and heir, Harrion, died in the battle. Jon had been one of the last people to see him alive.

"Many, but more important than anything, we have Ser Kevan Lannister, and his two sons, Martyn and Willem Lannister, along with many other hostages of great value."

"That means the enemy is without leader," Roose Bolton.

"Not entirely," Jon interrupted. "I saw Ser Jaime Lannister during the battle. He escaped. If someone can regroup their army, that's him."

"Jon Snow is right. We cannot assume the Lannister army will disintegrate by itself," Ser Wylis added.

"I'll have a discussion with Ser Kevan later. He's a valuable hostage. We could have use of him in the future," Robb said. "It's better if we leave these matters where they are for tonight. I want all of us and our men ready to ride at dawn. Thank you all for today. You all fought bravely."

"Your father would be proud of you, my lord," Lord Glover said.

"I think he would be proud of us all."

The lords left, but Rickard Karstark lingered behind. Robb gave the order to fetch Ser Kevan Lannister, but when he saw that Lord Karstark didn't leave, he addressed him.

"Is there something you want to talk about, Lord Karstark? By the way, you have all my condolences. I'm sorry for Harrion," Jon's brother said.

"Thank you, my lord, but I'm not looking for condolences. I'm looking for something else."

"What is it?"

"Vengeance. Harrion is dead, but the man who killed him still breathes, and it happens he's among the prisoners we made today. I'm asking your permission to execute him, in payment for my son's death."

Robb remained silent for a moment. "Bring the prisoner. I want to question him."

Lord Karstark nodded and left. Robb and Jon were the only ones in the tent now. Arya had left for Riverrun days ago, right after Mira's departure. Jon wondered how she was. He wished they had parted ways on better terms, and he regretted a few things he told her. He just hoped she was safe and well away from the battlefield. If her escort came across a group of Northerners who chased the remnants of the Lannister army, who knew what could happen? They might not realize she was from the North or not take the trouble to ask her. He didn't worry as much about Arya. She would be far from any danger at Riverrun.

"First battle, first victory. We did it," Robb said in a tired voice.

"Aye, we did it."

"I heard you did well."

"I heard you did well too. Apparently Grey Wind killed a dozen men and as many horses."

Robb smiled. "Some say the same about Ghost." They both chuckled. "I doubt it will be our last battle. I didn't sue for peace when I thought Joffrey had both Arya and Sansa. I doubt Tyrion Lannister will sue for peace because we have his uncle."

"No, he won't. If we had his brother…" Jon hesitated. "I could have gotten my hands on him. Jaime Lannister was right in front of me. I could have killed him, or made him prisoner, and I didn't."

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Jon. Jaime Lannister is one of the best swords in the Seven Kingdoms. It's already a miracle you came out from a fight with him without a scar. You did your best. And that's not as if we didn't gain anything with this battle. We have valuable hostages, and we even killed Ser Gregor Clegane." The Mountain had fallen during the battle. Jon had seen his body, covered with injuries made by swords and spikes, six spears still planted in his body. The story was that he killed about fifty men before he gave his last breath. "His head is on a spike now. And Ser Wylis was right, the river lords will rally back to our cause. The Lannisters will have their supply lines disrupted, and we could make our way to King's Landing and rescue Sansa."

"But Stannis is telling us to hold back."

"Aye. I don't know why, but he is the king and he gives the orders. I don't see how we can go against them. Stannis is a seasoned commander. I keep telling myself he knows what he's doing, but it's hard to wait." Robb sighed. "I'd say we will win this war if it wasn't for…"

"Aye, me too." Jon wasn't sure they would win either. You cannot win this war. Mira's words were present in his mind. He knew Mira well, and he didn't believe she would say that unless she truly believed it. If she thought they couldn't win this war… Despite their victory today, Jon doubted, and for the same reasons Robb doubted. The news from the North were distressing. After all, the Lannisters could raise other armies, and it was true they were better equipped than their own men. Their light cavalry was almost as heavily armored as the northern knights of House Manderly. Casterly Rock alone must have ten times the number of guards and professional soldiers Winterfell had in times of peace. And Casterly Rock was no longer their only enemy in the west they had to worry about. After meeting Teron on the battlefield, Jon wasn't even sure he would be overjoyed if they won. He could have killed him, had the circumstances be different. And he had other friends in the enemy army. He didn't want to face people like Daven, but he had to accept the fact it would happen.

Three men walked in. One was shackled and stood between the two who each held one of his arms. The two men across each side were men of Robb's army, the one between them wasn't, for he still wore his red armor.

"You may leave us," Robb said, and his men left the prisoner with him and Jon. "Ser Kevan Lannister?"

"Yes. You must be Robb Stark." Jon realized Ser Kevan was looking at him.

"This is my brother Jon. I am Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell," Robb told him.

"My apologies," he replied curtly, this time looking at Robb.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"I know that I am your prisoner, and that I am unlikely to be returned to my family."

"You know well."

"But my family is also here," Ser Kevan continued. "The only reason why I'm here is because my two sons were in the vanguard when the fighting began and I tried to save them. You wouldn't have won such a victory today if it hadn't been for that. Don't expect my army to disband. I left precise instructions before the battle. There's a whole chain of command ready to take the relay after me. You won't win this war so easily."

Robb stood up. "You will not intimidate me into surrendering. You just lost a battle, Ser Kevan, not me."

"You've won a battle, but not the war. Don't expect Tyrion to give up. You might have known my brother by reputation, but believe me, you don't know what Tyrion is capable of. He is as dangerous as Tywin ever was, if not more. Do not underestimate him."

"And your nephew should be better not to underestimate me, ser. For as long as Joffrey lives, I will litter the south with Lannister dead."

"King Joffrey is a Baratheon, Lord Stark."

"Is he?"

Ser Kevan didn't reply to this. "I would like to see my sons, to be sure they are alive and well."

"You shall see them, after you've heard what I have to tell you. You can send as many men after us as you like, we won't have any rest until Joffrey is dead, and if Tyrion Lannister has any sense, he will give up on fighting for him. Bring him back with the others," he told his guards.

"Before I leave, Lord Stark, let me just tell you this. You should have accepted Tyrion's terms."

"And you should never have killed my father."

"I'm sorry he's dead."

Ser Kevan was brought out and Lord Karstark came in right after, his men carrying a prisoner that Jon recognized immediately. It was Teron.

"This is the man who killed my son, my lord. As a father who loves his son, I ask for your leave to execute him."

"You can't do it," Jon said immediately.

"I was asking the Lord of Winterfell, my boy, not his half-brother," Lord Karstark said though his teeth.

"Robb, I know this man. His name is Teron Hill. He's a knight of House Lannister's household. I met him at Casterly Rock when I lived there. I saw him fight Harrion Karstark, but it was during the battle. He cannot ne held accountable for his death."

Jon remembered now. Teron was the knight who attacked him and then whose attention was diverted by Lord Karstark's heir. Harrion Karstark died by his hand before he helped the Kingslayer to escape by giving him his horse. Then Jon had fought him on feet and taken him prisoner.

"You're defending a Lannister?" Lord Karstark asked Jon angrily.

"I'm just saying that every other man on the battlefield would have done in his stead. He cannot be held responsible for the people he killed during the battle."

"Yes, he can. It was my son he killed."

"Are there people who saw him actually kill your son?" Robb asked.

The Lord of Karhold nodded towards one of his men, who happened to be Torrhen Karstark, his second son and now the rightful heir to Karhold. "I saw him kill my brother. They were fighting each other, and he brought his sword across his face. We tried to save Harrion, but he died an hour after the battle from his injuries."

Robb turned towards the knight who was on his knees. "Are you Ser Teron Hill?"

"Yes, I am."

"Yes, my lord," Lord Karstark specified.

"Alright, yes, I am, my lord." Teron looked at Jon. "Are all the Northerners so gloomy, Jon?"

Teron didn't see Karstark's fist coming. "Leave him," Robb said in a calm voice.

"Why? You want to treat our enemies as if they were friends?" Rickard Karstark asked Robb.

"I want to hear him. Did you kill Harrion Karstark?"

Teron shrugged. "Well, you'd have show me his body. I don't know how he looks like."

"It was the man on a horse who interrupted our first duel. Remember?" Jon asked.

Teron's eyes rounded up. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know it was him but, he rode against me, he was trying to kill me. That was him or me."

"He confessed. My lord, I ask again for the right to execute him," Lord Karstark repeated.

"I won't allow it," Jon interrupted before Robb could speak.

Karstark stared at him in disdain. "You think you have a say in this?"

"I do. I'm the one who made this man prisoner. He surrendered to me. By the laws of war, his fate lies in my hands. I can set him free, I can ransom him, or I can kill him, whatever I like, but this is my decision, not yours."

He sustained the stare of Rickard Karstark. The Lord of Karhold turned to Robb to wait for his answer.

"Lord Karstark, I sympathize with your son's trespassing, but he died on the fields of battle. Whoever killed him in the heat of battle cannot be held responsible for his death. If we were to follow your reasoning, then everyone in this army should hang for the people they killed today. This man's fate belongs to Jon, just like it would have belonged to you if Ser Teron had surrendered to you."

Rickard Karstark was obviously unhappy about this. He stared angrily at Robb, then at Jon. "Don't stand in the way of a father's revenge, boy."

He walked away with his men.

"Thank you, Jon," Teron told him once they were gone.

"Rayon," Robb called after one of his men. "Bring the prisoners with all the others and post a man to keep an eye on him. Don't allow Lord Karstark or any of his men near him."

Rayon escorted Teron out. The knight shot a last thankful look at Jon as he left the tent.

"You know him well?" Robb asked his brother as soon as they were alone again.

"Aye. We often trained together back at Casterly Rock, and we chased down bandits together for some time. He was a friend, you could say."

"You made many friends at Casterly Rock?"

"A few. Mira was one of them."

Robb nodded. "I suppose it's not easy, fighting against them."

Jon sighed. "It's more difficult than I thought. I just didn't expect to come face to face with one of them."

"It might happen, Jon. You'll have to be ready if it ever happens. You cannot hesitate."

"I know."

"Since we're on the subject of your friends in the Westerlands, there was something I wanted to ask you, concerning Mira Forrester."

"Aye. What is it?"

"Well…" Robb hesitated to bring up the topic. "The night after she arrived, there's one of my men who told me he saw her going into your personal tent."

Jon felt his heart going up. "That's not what you believe. She just wanted to talk about Arya. She was worried about her."

"In the middle of the night?" Robb's face was half serious and half holding itself from laughing.

"There's nothing between us, Robb. She's only a friend."

"You spent a lot of time with her when she was here, and you also talk a lot with her father. And don't believe I didn't see the way you looked at her when she appeared from nowhere."

"What do you mean? What is about the way I look at her?"

"Jon, I just want to be sure that there's nothing wrong here. She is the daughter of one of my bannermen. I don't want any trouble for either of us."

"I'm telling you there's nothing. She was the only Northerner apart from me at Casterly Rock, so yes, I spent a lot of time with her, but she's a friend. A very good friend, but nothing more. Anyway, she's engaged."

'Very well. Forgive me. Only, I didn't want to take the risk to see Lord Forrester coming to me and accusing you of anything. Now I know what I can answer him without doubt."

"What about you? Are you going to marry anytime soon?" Jon asked, half-joking, half-serious.

"I don't know. I will have to, I know that, but with Father's death and this war, I haven't thought about it. I suppose it will wait the end of the war. By the way, there was something I thought about, concerning the end of the war. You remember this project Father had to establish new minor lords in the lands near the Gift?"

"Aye, I remember. To create a new barrier against possible wildling invasions."

"I was thinking that you could be one of those future lords."

Jon's eyes widened in surprise. "You're serious?"

"Of course. It wouldn't be right away, with the war and the winter that's coming. This one will be long, but once this is all over, I could choose you to occupy some of these lands. You would have to build your keep and to organize everything there, but you would have something. I'm sure Father wouldn't mind."

"Do you think Lady Stark will not mind?"

Robb rolled his eyes. "My mother is not very fair with you, I know that. Don't blame her too much. You're not her son."

"I know." Jon never expected Lady Stark to treat him like Robb or Bran or Rickon, though he wished he didn't have the impression that she hated him sometimes.

"But you're my brother, and nothing will change that. My mother can say what she wants, I am the lord of Winterfell and she will have to respect my decisions. Anyway, it's only for after the war. And if that's not possible, I'll find something else. I'm not going to leave you with nothing, Jon. The Karstarks are one of the strongest families in the North, and they are only distant cousins of us. What kind of lord would I be if I allowed them to have so much while my own brother gets nothing?"

"I'm not sure Lord Karstark would like to hear that," Jon said.

"Certainly not. Be careful with him, Jon. I'll talk to him, but he's grieving his son and you hold the man who killed him."

"It was during a battle."

"I know, but that doesn't change the fact it was this man who killed Harrion Karstark. So be careful. Now, better to rest for tomorrow's march. Have a good night, brother."

They left the command tent, blowing the candles before they walked out. Jon didn't walk straight to his personal tent. He had something to do first. He headed for the place where all the prisoners were kept, chained to poles or kept inside improvised pens.

"You look very much like him, you know." One of the men attached to a pole spoke to him. Jon realized through the darkness that it was Kevan Lannister. He never met the man before this day. He was in King's Landing during the time Jon spent at Casterly Rock, but he saw his sons Martyn and Willem back then, though he didn't talk much with them.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Your father."

"You knew him?"

"Yes, we worked together. I was Master of Laws during his tenure as Hand of the King. I regret his death. He was a good man."

He didn't know if he should believe this man was sincere or not. "Then why did you kill him?"

"I was no longer on the small council when that decision was taken. I wasn't even in King's Landing for his execution. I lost my office of Master of Laws not long after your father was arrested. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I was against the idea of killing him."

Jon approached the man. There was something he needed to ask. "Who wanted my father to die?"

Ser Kevan sighed. "Look, my boy, I'm sorry, but in the end, the king decides. Your father tried to overthrow Joffrey. I know it, I was there. It's the truth. The punishment for treason is death, and Joffrey applied it. That doesn't mean that's what I wanted."

"Did the small council want to kill my father, or was it Joffrey's choice?"

"There were talks of sending him to the Wall. I wish that Joffrey had taken that decision. Even if your father was a traitor, it would have been better for everyone if he was a member of the Night's Watch rather than dead."

Jon walked away. Maybe Mira had been telling the truth, or maybe there were people who lied to her. However, it confirmed more than ever that Joffrey was the main if not sole responsible for his father's death.

Jon arrived where Teron was being kept, around many other prisoners. Most were sleeping, but he wasn't.

"Hey, Jon," he whispered.

"Hi."

"Thanks again. Your countrymen are difficult fellows."

"You just killed the heir of a powerful house in the North, Teron. Don't blame Lord Karstark for wanting you dead."

"I understand he can hate me, especially since it was his legitimate son. I suppose he wouldn't have been so pissed if the son was a bastard."

"Be careful," Jon warned him. "Continue like that and they will kill you in your sleep."

Teron seemed to realize the seriousness of his situation. "Well, I don't have much, Jon. No one will pay for me, but if you release me, I have some money aside, and I can still give you my armor, my sword…"

"I'm not interested in ransoming you. I'm going to set you free."

"Really?"

"Aye, I will."

"But… You know I will go back to the Lannisters after that. We might end up fighting each other again, like today."

"No, we won't. I'm giving you back your freedom. In exchange, you must never fight my family again. You will not go back to the Lannister army."

Teron didn't speak for a moment. "Jon, I worked hard to get this place at Casterly Rock…"

"I know, but I don't want to fight you again, and I can't stop fighting the Lannisters. That's the only way out. Do you agree?"

Teron nodded after a moment. "I agree."

Jon used his knife to untie him and led him in silence to the stables. There, he gave him a horse.

"You know, Jon, I could have killed you today, but I spared you," Teron said as they placed the saddle.

"What do you mean?"

"During our first fight, when I still had my horse, I could have killed you. You know it's true. But I didn't. Because I recognized you, and I held back because of that. In some way, you owe me your life."

"I could have killed you too, when you surrendered."

"True. I suppose we're even now."

"Friends?" Jon offered a hand, and Teron took it almost immediately.

"Friends." He climbed on his horse.

"Good luck, Teron."

"I wish you good luck too, Jon. I think we will both need it."

Teron commanded his horse to ride forward, and he disappeared in the night. Yes, indeed. I will need luck for when Rickard Karstark hears of what I've done.


So, a few divergences from the canon. The Starks won, like they did at the Whispering Woods, but their victory is not as complete as it seems, and the prisoners they made are not the same. We also get to see Jon's position in this war getting a little more complicated.

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