Chapter 8
Harrenhal, 3rd day of the 1st moon 281 AC
The next day started with a hearty breakfast in their tent. After which Ned and his siblings went their own ways with Ned and Benjen going to sign Benjen up for the axe throwing competition. They were accompanied by household guards.
Ned and Benjen left the Stark tents and the northern encampment and headed north in the direction of Harrenhal and the wooden arenas. They passed many colorful tents with many banners.
They passed the melee arena and the jousting arena before reaching the arena for the axe throwing competition. The arena wasn't as large as the other arenas and was a rectangle shape with a longer length. The entrance part was open. The long sides had wooden stands and sunshades for the nobles. There was a more ornamental part that was higher in the middle for the royal family. Opposite of the entrance were the targets. They were large round logs with painted circles on them. They were at head height standing on 3 wooden poles. They would be moved farther away with each tourney circle. The floor in the arena was filled with sand.
At the entrance was a booth with a large sign that read "SIGN UP AXE THROWING". There were a few people already there in line. Ned recognised none of the people there, some of the sigils were familiar but definitely not northern nobility.
As Ned and Benjen neared the booth, the people in the line turned toward them. Upon seeing them and their retinue, they moved aside and let them pass unhindered straight to the sign up booth. The man in the booth was writing the information of the last signee. He was of average height and average looks, wearing servants clothing of good quality but no recognizable lordly emblem. Where he was slouching before and looking bored, he straightened up as soon as he saw Ned and Benjen in their fine Stark clothes being followed by their guards.
"How may I help you my Lords?" He asked nervously, wringing his hands.
"I am here to sign up for the competition!" said Benjen excitedly, hopping up and down.
The man looked concerned at Benjen before looking questioningly at Ned, who was more of the appropriate age for the sign ups. Ned just nodded and pointed at his brother. The man's eyes swept over the two young lords and their retinue, then to the people that moved away.
Not wanting to anger the young Lords, the man nervously dipped his quill in the ink and asked: "Under what name shall I register you my Lord?"
"Benjen Stark of Winterfell!" said Benjen with a broad grin.
While writing down the information, the man told the Starks: "The tournament starts on the 6th day and the final competition will be on the 9th day. The list will be complete tomorrow, so you may check on the time of your round of competition. The upgraded list will be here each morning to show who is advancing to the next round.
The axes are the same for all competitors and are strictly checked. Rules of the competition and the range of the throwing will be explained at the start of each round. May the luck be in your favor."
"Thank you!" Said a happy Benjen, with a quieter Ned echoing him. As they left there was lots of whispering but Ned didn't pay attention to it as Benjen tugged him toward a couple of stands that caught his eye. Ned just smiled and indulged his brother.
—
A couple of hours later
Ned and Benjen had just returned to their tent. They had on Benjen's wish spent the morning and midday walking and exploring the tournament grounds and the various stands that were erected in it.
Ned enjoyed the time he spent with his younger brother but had to steer him away from a couple of stands as the ever gullible Benjen would have bought every fancy and useless thing presented to him. In the end Ned had been able to prevent Benjen from spending all his allowance in one day. Benjen had only brought one thing and that was a nice amber necklace for Lyanna.
When they entered their tent, Ned was confused and alarmed. There was a young bruised man in their tent with Lyanna. He looked younger than Ned, around Benjens age, with dirty brown hair and brown eyes. He was small and his clothes had dried blood on them. The young man was sitting on their settee and Lyanna was bandaging him up.
Lyanna was in her riding dress, which was filthy, and was next to the young man wearing a 'I didn't expect you so fast' expression. Any other noble would have immediately accused the young man of molestation or invasion of privacy, but Benjen and Ned knew better. This was just a Lyanna thing to do.
Lyanna brought a beaten young man into their tent. He was bruised and bloodied. She was cleaning his cuts and binding them up with linen. Conclusion: Lyanna found another rescue.
"It's not as it looks." Lyanna said nervously while wringing out her cloth in the bowl.
"What isn't as it looks?" said a voice from behind Ned and Benjen. It was Brandon, who had just lifted the tent flap. He had the same confused expression on his face.
The young man uttered reverently "My lords Stark." and was about to stand up when Lyanna pushed him back on the settee.
"Please, don't tell me you kidnapped him." said Ned as he rubbed his face with his hand. He moved over to one of the other settees. Benjen took one of the chairs and turned it around and sat on it so he was leaving over the chairs rest. He looked very amused.
Brandon's eyes were twinkling and he commented: "So you spirited some poor man away from his family and friends?" He laughed and sat down next to Ned.
"I didn't kidnap Howland." snipped back Lyanna as she put the cloth away and turned to Howland. "Right, Howland?"
"My lady didn't kidnap me. She saved me." replied Howland, looking ashamed.
"That is exactly what a kidnapping victim would say." jokingly said Benjen.
"It is Lyanna, so kidnapping wouldn't be out of the norm." continued Brandon, smirking at Lyanna, who was getting red in the face.
Lyanna clenching her hands to stop herself from punching her brothers turned to Howland. "Don't mind them. Ned is the only one with whole brains. Benjen and Brandon share a tenth of a brain between them." Benjen poked his tongue out and Brandon snorted at her wit.
"My lords, I owe Lady Lyanna a debt." said Howland, looking ready to get up. Lyanna pushed him back into the settee. Howland looked confused at Lyanna.
"I haven't finished bandaging you yet. Now stay still." the she-wolf replied as she turned back to her linen cloth.
"You better do as she says. It's easier for all of us." said Ned to the baffled young man. "As Lyanna forgot to introduce us. I am Eddard Stark, Ned to my family. This is my older brother Brandon." He pointed at the wolfish Brandon and then to the leaning Benjen. "And the boy, who is about to fall off his chair, is my younger brother Benjen. "
Benjen replied impishly: " I won't fall." but stopped leaning and sat straight.
Ned continued as if Benjen hadn't spoken at all. "Your rescuer is our rebellious sister Lyanna. Don't mind her manners, she forgot them in Winterfell."
"Hey! That is slander. I intentionally left them in Winterfell with father." said Lyanna and stuck her tongue towards Ned.
"May I ask who you are?" continued Ned, ignoring Lyanna's comeback.
"I am Howland Reed of Greywater Watch in the Neck. I am honored to meet you, my lords."
Lyanna tsked at him. "Don't be so formal. It will go to their heads.
Anyhow as I was saying I found Howland being attacked by three men, while I was practicing my swordmanship in the woods. Such cowards attacked a lone man for no reason."
Her voice was shaking, she looked very incensed as she continued to explain her tale.
"They looked like squires but I didn't see any emblems on them. If I had more time and Howland wasn't injured, I would have taught them a real lesson and not just gave them a minor spanking like I did.
So much for the gallantry and chivalry of the south. Stupid southerners, they have no honor."
Her face was red and her hands were clenching like she wanted to grab her sword again.
"Calm down, Lyanna. Give us their descriptions and I will personally see to their punishment." replied Brandon.
"They look so smarmy and spitlicky that I can't properly describe them. But if I see them again I will point them out. They will get the beating they deserve"
Lyanna exhaled, tension leaving her body before she turned to Howland and asked: "Where are you staying tonight?"
"I was going to go sleep in the woods by the river. I have…" Howland was interrupted by Lyanna.
"That won't do. We can't have northern noble sleep in the woods. Boys, he will sleep in one of your rooms." said Lyanna with a tone of finality that none of the young men objected.
"I guess he can sleep in my part of the tent. There should be enough bedding and padding to make a semi-decent bed." replied Ned exasperated.
Lyanna beamed at him. "Thank you, dearest brother. I knew I could count on you." Benjen and Brandon looked mock offended at that. Howland was in awe of Lyanna.
"Are you going to the feast tonight, Howland?" asked excitedly Benjen. "I can't wait to go. There are going to be so many people, good food and amazing bards. I can't wait to see the inside of Harrenhal. Do you think the ghost of Harrenhall will appear?" He seemed to vibrate in his chair. The older Starks traded amused looks.
That evening was to be a feast in Harrenhal to honor Lord Whent's daughter and to mark the opening of the tourney. It was to be a spectacular event with great food, drinks and entertainment.
"I will not. I was not invited." replied Howland and Lyanna immediately corrected him.
" You are invited, you will go with us. Howland, you are of high birth and had as much right on the bench as any other man. I dare them to refuse us."
"She was not easy to refuse." said a smirking Brandon.
"Benjen, you look Howlands size. Go and check your chest for clothes for Howland. Try and pick something with little or no wolves." ordered Lyanna.
Benjen mockingly bowed to Lyanna. "As you say my queen." Lyanna looked ready to hit him.
A couple of minutes later Benjen came back with some beautiful gray, black and brown clothes. Lyanna checked them over before turning to an overwhelmed Howland.
"It will do I guess." She said before turning to her brothers, who looked very amused at her mother henning. As much as Lyanna wanted to be a warrior and was all about rebellion, she did have a soft heart and a nurturing nature.
"Get the servants to get Howland a bath drawn and get yourselves ready. I want to make an impression on those silly southerners." Lyanna ordered her brothers before going to their tent flap to summon her maid.
—
Evening
The Stark siblings were dressed in their best clothes. The young men wore dark gray silk breaches, gray silk shirts with embroidered direwolves and pearls on the cuffs of the shirt, black leather shoes and a black belt. They wore no cloaks because it was quite warm and it would be even warmer in the Harrenhal castle. As no weapons were allowed in the castle, they left their swords in the tent.
They looked quite handsome but Lyanna outshone them all. She wore a beautiful light blue high waist dress embroidered with running direwolves. Around her waist was needlelace sash with pearls. She wore a pearl necklace around her neck. There was a thin silver shawl along her put a bit of dark pencil around her eyes and some reddener on her lips.
Howlands wore Benjen's clothes and they were good on him, not exactly tailored but a massive upgrade from his previous clothes and state. There was still minor bruising on his face. But Howland looked very happy.
The Hall of a Hundred Hearths as the great hall was named actually had 35 hearths but was massive nonetheless. Its floors were smooth slate and there were steps to two galleries above. All the hearths were lit and there were hundreds of candles alight. In the back middle of the hall was the raised dais for the royal family. On the left and right side were multiple tables and benches for the nobles. The seating was marked with the major banners on the walls behind the tables. Between the tables was empty as a walkway to the seats and later the dance floor.
All the Stark siblings and Howland were in awe as they entered the great hall. They were loudly announced by the herald.
"Presenting House Stark of Winterfell, Paramount of the North, Warden of the North. Lord Brandon Stark, heir of house Stark. Lords Eddard Stark and Benjen Stark. Lady Lyanna Stark."
The Stark siblings moved ahead down the middle to their assigned seats at the Northern table, which was marked with the Stark direwolf. They were shortly followed by Howland after the herald announced him more quietly.
As soon as they entered, they heard loud talking and lots of whispering. Some of the people were pointing at them and some were ignoring them. Benjen was completely oblivious to this as he was admiring the great hall. The rest noticed but didn't let it be shown on their faces.
It was a comfort to them to be slowly surrounded by their bannermen and people they knew. Ned and Brandon knew most of them as they had toured some of the north but some they met a new. Their bannermen were most gracious and kind, if a bit too flattering. They also tried very hard to introduce and complement their many single family members.
As the tables and hall filled up, so did the drinks on the tables. When it seemed that everyone of import was in the hall, the royal family appeared.
"Presenting His Highness, the Prince of Dragonstone, Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen first of his name of the Seven Kingdoms, and his wife her Highness, the Princess of Dragonstone, Princess Elia Targaryen."
They were quite a striking couple as they made their way to the royal dais. Rhaegar was beautiful with his silver-blond hair and indigo eyes. He was tall and had a fair complexion, the opposite of his wife. Elia was beautiful, slender and darker skinned. She had beautiful dark ringlets of hair and dark black eyes. They wore the Targaryen colors with Rhaegar wearing dark silk clothes with rubies and red embroidered dragons. Elia wore a flattering red dress with black dragons embroidered, a black silk sash and dark red scarf over her shoulders.
After they reached the dais and seated themselves, Lord Walter Whent welcomed everyone and announced the start of the feast. Servants began carrying platters and upon platters of food and drinks to the tables. There was hardly any room to put a hand on the table. There were so many servings that Ned lost count of them.
There were so many important and famous people in the hall. The royal family on the dais and below them the Whent family numbering a dozen with the famous Oswell Whent of the Kingsguard. At the Riverlands table Ned could see red haired Tully family, his brother future family. The other nobles of the riverlands and crownlands table Ned didn't recognise.
Of course there were the rowdy Stormlanders, who made themselves known very fast with their loudness. Robert was the loudest amongst them. The Dornish table was a sight on its own with the many almost indecently clad nobles of the south. Ned switched over to the Reach table, where he was able to recognise Lord Mace Tyrell, whose bulk rivaled Lord Manderlys. The lords and ladies of the Reach were in competition with the westerlands table in the expensiveness of their clothes and finery.
At the Vale table Ned saw his foster father Lord Jon Arryn and his heir Elbert Arryn. He was happy to see them both and planned to visit them during the feast. There was also Lord Royce, who Ned was sure was going to attend the joust. Ned and his siblings were surrounded themselves by Lords and Ladies of the North, the Dustins, Hornwoods, Manderlys and Karstarks. The Mormonts couldn't make it.
The Starks enjoyed themselves and so did Howland. They ate and drank and were quite merry but not yet drunk. Ned was feeling hot already and the feast had only started. So Ned carefully used his powers and lowered the temperature around him and the blessed relief of not slowly burning made him quietly sigh. Looking around he saw that no one noticed but people seemed to perk up.
Brandon was regaling his bannermen with his prowess in joust and how he was going to compete and win the tourney. Benjen was pestering Howland with questions about the Neck, which the crannogman answered as best as he could. Lyanna looked in a better mood as the attention of the Lords was not on her.
As the serving continued a black clad person appeared at the door and was escorted to the dais, the chattering quieted down. It was a black brother from the Night's Watch. The man besieged the royal family, the lords and ladies of the realms, the knight of realm of the plight of the Night's Watch but was met with non-committal answers from the royals, snickers and fake smiles from the people on the other tables. The North was the only table that agreed. They had been doing their duty to the Night's Watch for millenia. They glared at the people who snickered but it wasn't doing much good with people slowly getting into their cups.
Ned knew of the Night's Watch's plight and vowed to speak to father about it, to hopefully alleviate some of the problems of the black brothers. The feast continued after that.
Amidst all this merriment Howland spotted the three squires that attacked him attending to their knights. Lyanna saw him stiffen up and followed his gaze. She pointed them out to her brothers.
"Those three squires over by the riverlands table were the ones that attacked Howland. Can you see the emblems of their knightley masters?"
"I see a pitchfork in yellow surrounded by brown, two porcupines in green and red, and two blue towers in a gray background" reported Benjen with his keen eyes.
"I know the towers. That is House Frey, the weasels who became rich on the river tolls. I hear the Lord of the House already had three wives and two dozen children." commented Brandon, throwing a look of disgust toward the Frey knight.
"I think the porcupine is a minor Crownlands house. Not sure about the pitchfork." added Ned thoughtfully.
"They must not be important. They are in the presence of the Freys" said Brandon smugly. "They don't look that tough."
"I might find you a horse and some armor that might fit you, Howland. You can avenge yourself." offered an excited Benjen to Howland, who looked very green at the prospect. Ned thought that Howland wasn't built for a jouster but left the man to make his choice.
Howland gulped and thanked him but declined. Benjen was about to press the issue when Lord Whent announced that Prince Rhaegar had agreed to sing and play for them. Ned was confused as to why the Crown Prince was doing it but was intrigued.
There was a seat placed in front of the dais and the Prince sat in it. A servant brought him a silver harp. And so the Prince played on his harp and sang.
I miss the times when you were here,
Telling me to have no fear.
To hold my head up high and strong,
Add happy notes to my sad song.
I miss the way you look at me
As if I were too blind to see.
The path I'm on might hurt and scathe,
But all goes well if you just have faith.
I miss the sound of your sweet voice,
Through bitter times a saving noise
That told me what was right and wrong
But rang in my ears for far too long.
A caring person, you were such
Who helped and hurt me, oh so much.
You'd guide and mislead me through the day
You left me lonely when I'd rather you stay.
Over things like that you had no control.
A rock set in motion will continue to roll.
No matter how hard you tug and heave,
You were always pushed and forced to leave.
Then one day you never returned,
My tears so hot they almost burned.
Aware now about what I lack,
But crying and mourning won't bring you back.
For me to let out what I need to say.
I can't do much more than pray.
No longer am I weak; my heart's quite strong
From adding a happy chorus to a sad, sad song.
The song was so sad that many ladies were crying. It was a sobering song to Ned but not to the extent it was to Lyanna. It also brought tears to Lyanna's eyes. She carefully wiped her eye with her handkerchief.
Benjen poked her and said amused: "I finally see your sensitive side. So much for being a mighty she-wolf warrior."
Lyanna looked ready to pour her wine at Benjen, when Ned intervened. "Ben." with a very serious voice that almost sounded like fathers. It made Benjen and Brandons head turn toward him in a snap. "Behave." Benjen rolled his eyes and turned back to Howland.
Ned looked at Lyanna and asked her gently: " Do you want to dance? My legs are getting stiff from all the sitting."
Lyanna wiped her eyes and gratefully nodded. So Lyanna and Ned took to the Dance floor. After a few dances Ned handed Lyanna off to Brandon and went to find Robert.
Robert wasn't hard to find at the Stormlands table. He was surrounded by his bannermen and his brother Stannis, who looked like he would have rather anywhere else. As he approached he saw that Robert was in a drinking contest with a knight he didn't know about. He wore a sigil of skulls and kisses.
As soon as Robert saw him he bellowed: "Ned! There you are! I need you to witness me destroying Lonmouth at a drinking competition. He thinks he can take me on!"
He waved Ned to take a seat at their table. Ned did so reluctantly. If he knew Robert had been so deep in his cups, he would have stayed at the northern table. It seems it was too late for that course of action.
Paying little attention to Robert and his drinking competition, Ned looked around the hall. There were many people dancing on the dance floor, some Ned knew, a lot he didn't. There were many ladies but one drew Ned's attention. She had long auburn hair and fair skin. Her shining green dress flattered her figure. She was dancing with a knight in black armour. Ned had to stop himself from following her around with his eyes.
After watching Robert get even more drunk and the others encouraging him, Ned had enough and told Robert: "I will go and see Jon. Don't get too drunk. Lyanna doesn't need to see a drunkard."
"Don't worry Ned, I will win this in the next tankard and see my lovely Lyanna." vowed drunk Robert before returning to his contest.
Ned visited Jon Arryn, who was happy to see one of his wards act responsible. After introducing Ned to some of the Vale nobles and chatting with them, Ned slowly returned to his table.
Benjen was talking to his friend and the Stark ward Galbart Grover, who had come to the tourney with his father. Howland wasn't at the table and Lyanna was in conversation with Lorena Hornwood but looked very bored with her. Her eyes beseech Ned to save her.
But honestly Ned didn't have the energy to talk with Lady Lorena Hornwood, who was like her husband, a very ambitious woman. The last time she and her husband came to Winterfell all Ned heard was about their daughter Berena. Lyanna would have to talk her way out herself.
Therefore Ned sat next to Brandon and continued to watch the dance floor while sipping his drink. His eyes kept drifting to the beautiful auburn haired woman.
As the evening neared its end, Brandon suddenly disappeared. Ned quietly prayed to the old gods in his mind that his brother went to greet the Tullys and didn't abscond with a servant girl or another lady. Ned massaged his temples as he contemplated how to save the situation if it came to that.
No sooner had Ned thought of finding Brandon, did his brother appear with the beautiful auburn haired woman on his arm.
He looked up and saw Brandon smirking at him. "My Lady, this is my brother Eddard, he is the serious one. Next to him is my youngest brother Benjen. Next to her is my sister Lyanna. Dearest siblings, this is my betrothed Lady Catelyn Tully."
Ned was flabbergasted that his brother was betrothed to such a beauty. Brandon didn't talk about her beauty or much of her at all. All of his descriptions were of a boring and decent looking woman, not this breathing and elegant young woman.
Nevertheless Ned kept his face serious and replied kindly: "My lady, it is good to meet you. I am happy that we will be a family." Benjen and Lyanna shared similar sentiments. Lady Catelyn curtsied and greeted them graciously. "Wellmet my lords and lady. I am happy to return the sentiments. I look forward to getting to know you."
Brandon then took Lady Catelyn to the dance floor, where they danced a few dances before coming back to the Stark table. Brandon ungracefully threw himself on the bench and grabbed Ned's arm. "I am thirsty, would you mind taking Lady Catelyn for a song or two so I may slake my thirst? Lady Catelyn, would you mind going for a dance with my brother?"
The everdutiful Ned agreed ofcourse and Catelyn didn't refuse. He nervously stood up and gently grabbed the lady's offered hand and led her to the dance floor. Ned wasn't a great dancer, he was average at best. In his opinion he was just good enough not to step on people's toes but dancing with Lady Catelyn make feel like he couldn't muster even that much.
Not to mention she enchanted him with her beautiful blue eyes. He could get lost in those beautiful eyes. Ned was bewitched, like she could do anything she wanted with him.
As was his nature, Ned wasn't the most talkative person. So after a few minutes, Lady Catelyn started the conversation.
"My lord, do you plan to contend any of the tourneys?" she asked tentatively.
"Personally I won't join any of the tourneys as a combatant but I shall root for my brothers. Brandon is listed in the joust and Benjen has applied for the axe throwing competition."
"Isn't that dangerous, my lord?" asked Catelyn concerned as they twirled on the dancefloor.
"Benjen has talent and luck, I believe he will get far, maybe even win. Besides, the competition is less dangerous than some of the others like melee and jousting." Ned calmed her.
Feeling less nervous now, he continued: " Will any of your family be contending, my lady?"
"My uncle Ser Brynden Blackfish might contend the melee but I am not sure. He seems of the mind that tournaments are for the younger generations. My brother Edmure is too young to attend. He might in the future."
"Tell me about your brother." Ned asked and the flood gates were opened. The conversation flowed easily and they barely noticed the passage of time.
So Eddard Stark shared the last dance in the celebration with Catelyn Tully.
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The lyrics are by Dane Yule. I do not own them. I thought it was something that Rhaegar might sing.
Year 281 AC
House Stark
Rickard Stark - 240 AC - 41 years
Lyarra Stark - 239 AC - 271 AC (died)
Brandon Stark - 261 AC - 20 years
Ned Stark - 263 AC - 17 years
Lyanna Stark - 267 AC - 14 years
Benjen Stark - 269 AC - 12 years
House Tully
Hoster Tully - 238 AC - 43 years
Brynden Tully - 243 AC - 38 years
Minisa Whent Tully - 250 - 278 AC (died)
Catelyn Tully - 264 AC - 17 years
Lysa Tully - 265 AC - 16 years
Edmure Tully - 274 AC - 7 years
House Targaryen
Aerys II Targaryen - 244 AC - 37 years
Rhaella Targaryen - 246 AC - 35 years
Rhaegar Targaryen - 259 AC - 22 years
Elia Martell Targaryen - 257 AC - 24 years
Viserys III Targaryen - 276 AC - 5 years
Rhaenys Targaryen - 280 AC - 1 year
House Lannister
Tywin Lannister - 242 AC - 39 years
Joanna Lannister - 244 - 273 AC (died)
Kevan Lannister - 244 AC - 37 years
Genna Lannister - 245 AC - 36 years
Tygett Lannister - 250 AC - 31 years
Gerion Lannister - 255 AC - 26 years
Jaime Lannister - 266 AC - 15 years
Cersei Lannister - 266 AC - 15 years
Tyrion Lannister - 273 AC - 8 years
House Baratheon
Robert Baratheon - 262 AC - 19 years
Stannis Baratheon - 264 AC - 17 years
Renly Baratheon - 277 AC - 4 years
House Tyrell
Luthor Tyrell - 237 - 280 AC (died)
Olena Tyrell - 238 AC - 43 years
Mace Tyrell - 256 AC - 25 years
Mina Tyrell - 257 - 24 years
Janna Tyrell - 259 -22 years
Willas Tyrell - 275 AC - 6 years
Garlan Tyrell - 277 AC - 4 years
House Martell
Lewyn Martell - 243 AC - 37 years
Doran Martell - 247 AC - 34 years
Oberyn Martell - 258 AC - 23 years
Arianne Martell - 276 AC - 5 years
House Arryn
Jon Arryn - 235 AC - 46 years
Elbert Arryn - 255 AC - 24 years
Others:
Maester Luwin - 242 AC - 39 years
Maege Mormont - 245 AC - 36 years
Rodrik Cassel - 248 AC - 33 years
Yohn Royce - 250 AC - 31 years
Aemon Estermont - 256 AC - 25 years
Robin Penrose - 258 AC - 23 years
Arthur Dayne - 258 AC - 23 years
William Dustin - 260 AC - 21 years
Ashara Dayne - 260 AC - 21 years
Beric Dondarrion - 262 AC - 19 years
Barbrey Ryswell - 264 AC - 17 years
Howland Reed - 265 AC- 16 years
Wylis Manderly - 265 AC - 16 years
Petyr Baelish - 265 AC - 16 years
Dacey Mormont - 266 AC - 15 years
Jonelle Cerwyn -267 - 14 years
Galbart Glover - 268 AC - 13 years
Berena Hornwood - 269 AC - 12 years
Alysane Mormont - 273 AC - 8 years
Sybelle Locke - 272 AC - 7 years
Andar Royce - 276 AC - 5 years
Robar Royce - 278 AC - 3 year
