The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The Mountain said calmly, "Ser Yarwick, I need you to swear in the name of the Seven Gods and the honor of House Yarwick that you will never be an enemy of House Westerling or House Clegane, ever."

In a world with gods and faith, swearing is the best magic weapon to restrain individuals, and it is more effective than law. In a world with religious belief, divine faith can be used.

The Mountain also didn't want to offend the entire Northern nobility, and then have to beware of Northern nobles shooting cold arrows from behind during future battles.

Swearing in the name of the Seven Gods and family honor not to be enemies with each other is the best thing to use, and, dare not say it is 100% effective, but at least 90% effective.

The oath that The Mountain requested did not cause Yarwick any psychological struggle; his mind had already been paralyzed by the madman Polliver.

"Ser Gregor, I, Yarwick, swear in the name of the Seven Gods and the honor of House Yarwick that I will never be an enemy of House Westerling or House Clegane, ever."

"Very good, Ser. I believe your oath, and I also believe that you had no intention of being our enemy. It's all because of Lord Damon. Lord Damon is a cousin of Duke Tywin, and his family is powerful. It is understandable that you are afraid of Lord Damon."

"Yes, Ser Gregor. I am a minor noble. I dare not disobey your words, and I dare not disobey Lord Damon's words either. Ser… I…"

The Mountain interrupted Yarwick's trembling voice: "Ser Yarwick, you can leave now. Polliver, cut the ropes on the Ser's wrists. The Ser is a good man, let him go."

"Oh!" Polliver drew his short knife with a whoosh. The captured Sers were all watching Polliver's short knife reach between Yarwick's wrists to cut the rope with their hearts in their throats. Almost every Ser had the illusion that 'in the time it takes for the next heartbeat, the madman will chop off Ser Yarwick's wrist with one knife'.

However, until the rope was completely cut, the madman did not chop off Yarwick's hand. Not even a scratch.

Yarwick himself quickly thanked The Mountain and thanked Polliver. He asked The Mountain for a horse, and after receiving permission, he stepped out of the hall, but his legs went weak and he almost fell.

When Polliver was cutting the rope for the Ser just now, Ser Yarwick held his breath, and his legs had become so weak that he couldn't stand. He forced himself to remain calm, relying on a breath of air to support himself. When he stepped away, this breath was released, and he became weak all over and almost fell.

"Coward!" Chiswyck thought, filled with collective contempt for the Northern nobles.

If it were his brothers, although they would be afraid of having their hands chopped off, they would never show fear or lack of courage; if it were him, he would not fear even being beheaded.

Some nobles who have lived sixteen years of comfortable and easy lives and the strong hearts and iron blood of cruel rogues who lick blood on the streets to make a living cannot be compared together.

When it comes to killing and strength, the rogues and outlaws who lick blood on the streets to make a living have far surpassed most nobles who live in luxury and fine clothes and food.

*

Maester's Tower.

"Maester Yassa, we have to stop the bleeding! The effect of the herb ash is not working!" Earl Gavin panicked.

Lord Damon's body was shaking as if convulsing.

The Maester said that this was because excessive blood loss caused a large amount of heat to be lost from Lord Damon's body. The Earl was cold all over, and his body would react in this way.

If the bleeding cannot be stopped quickly, everyone can see that Lord Damon is in mortal danger.

Losing a hand was already too much. If he really died in Castamere, this matter would be too big. Earl Leo, Earl Gavin, and The Mountain, no one could escape responsibility.

Maester Yassa was proficient in medicine. He could not only cure people's diseases, but also treat the diseases of wild animals. When the horses in Castamere got sick, Maester Yassa would treat them. He could also treat pet cats. In the past, Lady Sybell raised a Lysene cat, which was as white as snow, understanding, lively, and cute. Maester Yassa cured it when it was sick.

Jeyne also learned a lot of medical skills from Maester Yassa. She cooperated with Maester Yassa to bandage Lord Damon's wound, but the blood still seeped out layer by layer, wetting the bandage and beginning to drip blood through the bandage.

Earl Leo was also dumbfounded. He had been helping out, handing things, handing clean water, handing bandages, and supporting the patient. He touched Lord Damon's body, and Damon's body became colder and colder. Then he saw the Earl's body uncontrollably begin to shake.

Earl Leo also panicked.

Castamere was opened by him, Earl Leo!

Lord Damon and he had a good personal relationship, but it was because of him that the Earl suffered the misfortune of losing a hand.

The Mountain was the one who cut off the hand, and Earl Leo still had an excuse to shirk responsibility, but if Lord Damon died because of the severed hand, this matter would really be over. House Marbrand would form a deep feud with House Lefford, and Duke Tywin would definitely have a very bad impression of him, and hate him from then on.

"Maester, quickly think of a solution!" Earl Leo said angrily.

Earl Gavin was also pale and sweating profusely: "Maester, Jeyne, quickly think of a way to stop the bleeding!"

Jeyne's hands were already covered in blood. The blood-soaked bandage was untied, and a new bandage filled with herb ash was replaced, but it didn't work. Damon's body trembled more and more violently, his face began to turn blue and purple, and the blood from the severed hand seemed like an underground spring, constantly seeping outwards.

What to do?

The person must not die!

But why can't the bleeding be stopped?

Herb ash mixed with countless herbs is a hemostatic elixir, why doesn't it quickly stop the bleeding when applied to the wound?

Maester Yassa showed a desperate expression.

This makes absolutely no sense!

"Tie off the arm first!" Jeyne said suddenly.

Maester Yassa's method suddenly failed, so she could only risk using her grandmother's witch method. Jeyne had not learned how to stop bleeding from her grandmother, nor had she learned her grandmother's blood magic spells and techniques. She had only helped her grandmother with odd jobs before her grandmother the witch had found a suitable apprentice.

She had personally seen her grandmother's method of stopping bleeding, the first of which was to strangle the muscles above the wound with a rope. As for why, the witch had not told Jeyne, because Jeyne was not a blood magic apprentice.

But Jeyne later analyzed that strangling the muscles above the wound was definitely to prevent blood from other parts of the body from flowing through the muscles. As for whether that was the case, Jeyne was not sure.

This is one method. The second method to completely stop the bleeding is to say a few strange syllables. Those syllables have a very unique pronunciation that Jeyne had never heard before. Her grandmother said that it was High Valyrian, a blood magic spell. Stopping bleeding is more effective than binding.

Jeyne had not deliberately learned the blood magic hemostatic spell, but she had heard her grandmother recite it too many times, and she was familiar with it.

Seeing that Lord Damon's lips were turning blue and purple, and his eyes were rolling back so that his pupils could no longer focus, she had to try it, whether it worked or not.

However, this is blood magic.

It is something that people are wary of, disgusted with, and fearful of in their hearts.

"You guys go out first, Maester Yassa and I will do it," Jeyne said, "Quickly, there's no time."

Earl Gavin and Earl Leo both looked at Jeyne, surprised and uncertain.

"Hurry up and get out, there's no time left, you can't help, don't disturb us," Jeyne said forcefully, her voice with a commanding tone, her eyes also had a sharp edge, staring at Earl Leo, leaving no room for doubt.

Earl Leo and Earl Gavin looked at each other, walked out quickly, and closed the door.

"Quick, Maester, go find a rope, and tie up Damon's arm first, tie it tightly," Jeyne said with certainty and determination.

The Maester left immediately.

Jeyne was left alone beside Damon. The syllables of the spell that her grandmother recited when practicing hemostasis echoed back and forth in her mind. She didn't know if it would work, but she had to try it.

Jeyne opened her mouth, lowered her voice, and said one strange syllable after another.