Chapter three: Visiting the Wall
It was a week since the attack of wildlings, when they finally reached the Wall. The whole ice structure was like a beacon in magic. 'This makes sense, when I take it from the tales of building this monstrosity.' Geralt thought. He looked to his bag and saw his potions (all in the best shape), some crowns and orens and (surprisingly) Gwent cards.
'Why the fuck are the cards there? I left them at Kaer Morhen for Eskel and Lambert to kill some time between repairs. And these money were supposed to help them a bit.' the witcher thought. His new mare Roach was one of the best horses, that he ever had. "The only way to get on this side of the Wall is hiking." Geralt announced, when he looked at the Imp and Jon Snow.
Suddenly, Jon started humming a melody. A well known one. 'Dandelion, you're going to pay for this.' Geralt thought and stared daggers at Jon. The bastard grinned back and returned to his humming. Geralt rolled his eyes and lined with Tyrion's Imp saw the cards, when Geralt tried to use Igni Sign on them. "Ah, you have cards? I never saw masterpieces like these. Interesting. They even don't have numbers or letters on them. Wait! There ARE numbers on these."
"Fine. I'll play with you, but you never played Gwent. It's a card equivalent to Cyvasse." Geralt sighed and started with describing the game. It took him the rest of the way to the Wall. The witcher suddenly turned and smiled. Jon's direwolf was following them the whole way. Benjen Stark stood next to two old men. "I think, that those two are maester and Lord commander." Geralt stated. "And you are true…" "Geralt of Rivia. But not a ser. I am a witcher." "... Geralt of Rivia. I am worried, that I never heard of this Rivia. Is it in Essos?" the Lord commander asked.
"No, it is even further, than Essos. It is at least trillion times further. On another planet. One elven mage, who wants to rule over your White walkers and all other worlds. He sent me there to die and never be remembered." Geralt answered. The truth seemed to draw confused looks from most of the gathered men. Only the old maester believed him. 'Only a blind old man believes me.' the witcher thought. He raked in his second bag and found the third copy of The Witcher.
"This book is the first part of my biography. I and my friend are currently working on second part. He is a bard so, I must watch over him to make everything right." Geralt announced and handed it to the Lord commander. "I am giving it to you, because our orders are defending people from monsters. You from White walkers and I from vampires, strigas, ghouls and many others. Also, we have still living dragons in my world." the witcher continued.
"And what brought you to the Wall?" the maester asked. "I came to ask you all. Did anybody saw a white haired girl with a scar on her face, armed with two swords and dressed like a man?" Geralt answered. The only answers to his question were jerking heads and simple 'No.' The witcher turned to face the speaker. He was a way too harsh. 'Let's see, how you will handle this.' Geralt thought and gave him a slap.
"Do not make me kill you. I saw your real expression in your eyes. They were full of greediness and they have a 'go fuck yourself, monster!' look, that I am familiar with. You also are the most hated man there so, YOU should try to do the thing, that your eyes showed." the witcher explained. All gathered men nodded. They wanted to see that bastard getting punished.
That man only paled and started stinking. "He pissed himself! Har!" one of the gathered men laughed. Geralt turned his gaze to the new speaker. He immediately stopped laughing. Geralt rolled his eyes. The witcher had no need of teaching those men to pay respect. Most of them were only a bunch of Dandelions without singing skills. And they were meant to stop this world's White Frost.
"We have much in common. We are near extinction, we are manning castles, that could fall even at this moment and we are supposed to defend people from monsters. Not other people. Even if they're a crazy folk." the witcher announced and turned to Roach. "If you will need me to help you with killing monsters, just send me a raven." Geralt finished and rode out from the ancient keep.
Jon Snow only gaped. Geralt was in his forties, but he was talking, like he lived over 90 years! Suddenly, he made a decision. "Lord commander, uncle, I decided to ride back to Winterfell. I'll inform them about your desperate need of builders, building materials, food, better trainers,better weapons and other stuff." the bastard of Winterfell announced.
Lord Tyrion and his uncle with the blind maester nodded. He was finally a bit proud of himself. Robb and lady Stark will listen to him now. Lord Tyrion looked at his uncle. "Can I go at the top?" he asked. "To commit suicide or to look at the surrounding grounds?" Benjen countered. "To watch and piss from the very top at the possible Wildling hikers." Tyrion answered. Jon rolled his eyes, but everybody else laughed.
Jon turned to the gate, saddled his horse and followed the witcher. Surprisingly, Geralt was waiting behind the gate. "Decided to come back, huh?" he asked. "Yes, I want to report the state of the Night's watch to Robb." Jon answered. Geralt smiled a bit after that. "At least I found someone, that actually cares for outcasts." the witcher muttered.
They both rode for another three hours, when the sun began to set. Jon chose the first watch, but Geralt talked him out of it. The bastard lied down and he slept in just two minutes. His dream was strange.
Two silver haired people and thousands of savages were at wedding with a Northern soldier and a fat man with a yellow beard. The girl sat on a small throne, that was made from grass. The fat man kneeled before her and gave the girl a chest. She opened it. Inside were three dragon eggs! Jon gaped at the sight.
Suddenly, something drew him towards the black one. 'Khaleesi, these are...' the knight called. '... dragon eggs! Each one of them is worth one ruby.' the brother of the girl finished. Greed was in his eyes mixed with hunger for revenge and madness. He turned to the girl with a Dothraki title. that was similar to queen or lady. The wedding continued and more than 10 Dothraki died, when the leader of them stood up and barked something at two other Dothraki. They nodded and rushed away. It took them several minutes to come back with a beautiful gray mare.
The leader said something to the Northern. He was probably a good friend of him. 'Khal Drogo wants his bride to ride with him!' he announced. The boy turned to Jon.
Jon woke up from his dream. It felt so… real. He was confused. Why was the dragon egg attracting him? And why he felt, that the silver haired people were holding something familiar to him? The bastard of Winterfell had only questions and no answers. "You have a bit of that 'Valyrian blood' in your veins. It is something like Hen Ichaer. Or, if you prefer, the Elder blood." Geralt said from the other side of the small camp, that they build.
"So, my mother was a Targ bastard." Jon stated. "No, your 'father' lied about your REAL parents. I made my own research and found, that you're son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. You got more looks from your mother so, it was easier to hide you." the witcher countered. Jon gulped. He finally knew the truth. "Don't tell this to Robb or others. They'll want your head." the witcher continued. Jon nodded and went to his horse. 'This day was… interesting.' he thought and saddled the horse.