Tyrion looked around. He didn't see anyone until one of the trees seemed to move. It wasn't a tree, Tyrion realized, but a massive man with dirty leather clothes, a big, rusty axe and long, messy hair. Within seconds, Tyrion, Bronn and Rebekah were surrounded by one of the tribes living in the Vale.

-„My friends, come closer. We have some goat left If you want." Tyrion said lightly, having a spontaneous idea.

-„Our land. Our goat. How would you like to die, imp? The leader raised his axe threateningly.

-„At the age of eighty with a full belly, plenty of wine and my cock in a woman's mouth" Tryion answered and the men around them laughed roughly.

Bronn and Rebekah exchanged a quick look, they didn't know how to react. „Wait." Rebekah mouthed to the mercenary who took a step forward. Bronn frowned but didn't move.

Rebekah still wore her cape, and none of the men had noticed the fact she was a woman.

-„Kill those two and take the halfman." The leader of the hill tribe roared.
Before one of the others could follow his orders, Tyrion yelled. „No! Listen..." „Shagga, son of Dolf, Leader of the stone crows." „My name is Tyrion, son of Tywin, and I have.." The voice of another men interrupted him „This one is a girl" he said surprised and pointed at Rebekah.

-„Show your face, woman." Shagga commanded and Rebekah hesitated. She was scared, but he would kill her if she didn't do as he said.

A gasp ran through the dozen stone crows around them as they saw the beautiful face of the young woman, framed by fire colored waves.

-„What's your name, woman." the leader barked and Rebekah tried to make her voice sound strong and brave. „Rebekah, daughter of Katryna."

The expression on Shagga's face didn't change, but he said softer than before „You're kissed by fire, Rebekah, daughter of Katryna."
Neither Rebekah nor Tyrion or Bronn understood the meanings of his words, but the men around her began to whisper excitedly. Suddenly, Shagga kneeled down, and Bronn pushed Rebekah behind him, thinking he wanted to attack her.

-„Forgive me, Valla." Rebekah's mouth dropped in surprise and even Tyrion remained speechless. For one second, none of them knew how to react.

Then Rebekah remembered something, a tale her brother had told her. Tales about wildling gods. The wildings in the North had the Old Gods, but some others worshiped Gods comparable to the Seven. Roran had admittedly made most of the things he told her up since he'd only picked up a few names from drunken ministrels or sellswords. But Valla definitely was part of those stories. As she tried to remember more, Tyrion raised his voice:

-„Valla is under our protection. If you want her to forgive you you should escort us back to her family."

-„Why would Valla travel with a halfman?" Shagga asked and the other members of the tribes muttered agitatedly.

Tyrion looked at Rebekah, who hesitated a moment before answering: „The halfman is my saviour. He's brave and smart, a fit companion for me." She hoped it was the right answer.

-„The knights of the Vale are my enemies, as they imprisoned and hurt me. Aren't they your enemies as well? She asked. Shagga nodded „Aye, they are. Do you need help against them?"

Tyrion saw the opportunity and answered for her. „Yes! Yes, we need your protection. And if you take us back to her family, you'll be rewarded with weapons and gold. You'd be able to fight the knights of the Vale and to serve Valla at the same time."
Rebekah observed Shagga's expression closely, breathing out in relief as he answered:

-„The Stone Crows will help Valla and her servants."

I know this Valla thing might seem weird, but there's a reason behind it ;)
This is not one of my favorite chapters, the next ones will be better, promise! :D