The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"My name is Gregor Clegane," the Mountain said.

"You're the Mountain?" Arya's voice sharpened, her direwolf sensing her master's feelings, immediately baring its teeth, eyes flashing fiercely, ready to attack the Mountain at Arya's command.

This little girl is indeed a thorn, not easy to deal with!

"I am the Mountain!" the Mountain said. His iron gauntlet clenched into a fist, ready to smash the direwolf's head with a single blow.

"You're a big bad guy!"

"Indeed, I am a big bad guy!"

"Pah, I won't go with you!" Arya refused decisively.

The Mountain chuckled. "Where do you plan to run? In less than half an hour, the Hound will start leading his soldiers to hunt you and Mycah. Even if you hide in the Trident River, the Hound will find you."

"I know where to hide," Arya said confidently, her tone filled with contempt for the Mountain.

This wild little girl dressed as a boy has quite the nerve. She's not intimidated in front of the Mountain! Many murderers and fierce bandits start to get weak in the knees when they stand before the Mountain. A single glance from the Mountain makes many strong men involuntarily fearful. This is also one of the reasons why many fierce people are willing to follow the Mountain with unwavering loyalty—the Mountain comes with a natural demon king attribute, attracting those who are equally filled with戾气 and ferocity.

Birds of a feather flock together!

The Mountain shrugged. "Alright, I'll pretend I didn't see you. Run quickly. But don't go into that forest ahead." The Mountain pointed to a forest where his tents were pitched. His bandits were in there, and many could tell Arya was a girl at a glance. They might grab Arya and strip her naked.

"I'm going in anyway!" A thorn is a thorn, and she added, "I'm not afraid of you!"

The Mountain could see the little thorn was nervous. Although her direwolf was baring its teeth, when the Mountain clenched his huge fist, ready to defend and counterattack, the wolf took a small step back. The Mountain knew that wolves and their masters were connected, and the six Stark children all had a spiritual connection with their wolves.

The wolf retreated slightly, indicating that the master was feeling fear, but the little thorn's tone didn't soften at all!

"Alright, go in. My men are inside. I'll remind you, they're all little bad guys. They might take a fancy to your beauty, strip you naked, and kill your direwolf. They don't know you're a Stark. Look at what you're wearing, rags and dirt, like a beggar."

"Pah!" the little girl spat, striding away. Despite her tough talk, she still avoided the forest, running upstream along the river. "Mountain, if you're a true knight, don't tell the Hound which way we ran."

The Mountain couldn't help but chuckle!

Arya showed him contemptuous disdain, but asked him not to reveal her whereabouts as she left.

"I'm going to tell the Hound which way you and Mycah ran!" the Mountain shouted.

Arya's face immediately darkened. Her direwolf growled at the Mountain and sped up, running quickly away along the river.

The Mountain watched Arya and her wolf disappear without a trace.

*

Arya Stark was born in Winterfell in the North in the year 28 of Aegon's reign and is nine years old this year. The little girl is thin and wiry, with a delicate face, nimble hands and feet, and is naturally agile. Her clothes are always dirty. Her noble lady's demeanor is one of messiness and disarray.

The Mountain is surrounded by villains, while Arya's friends are mostly peddlers, wandering minstrels, blacksmiths and stableboys, and the sons of bakers, servants, and butchers – heroes like Mycah, the brave warrior she practiced swordsmanship with on the Ruby Ford, who is a good friend of hers.

If you put fine silk clothes on Arya, it won't take half a day before they become frayed and prickly. In less than a day, they'll be dirty and full of holes. She's the well-behaved young lady who gives Lady Catelyn the biggest headache, and the good student that Septa Mordane has to complain about to the lord and lady every day.

The nine-year-old girl who dared to throw the prince's sword into the river and dared to strike the prince on the back of the head with a practice sword, this wildness and courage were not forged in a day! However, no matter how wild and prickly she is, she is still a nine-year-old girl. After causing trouble, she is still afraid and thinks of 'running away from home'.

The Ruby Ford's current wasn't swift, and the Mountain spotted where Arya had thrown Lion's Tooth. The nine-year-old girl hadn't been able to throw the sword very far. The Mountain went into the river and, without much effort, fished Lion's Tooth out. The blade of Lion's Tooth, washed by the river water, gleamed brightly as it emerged from the water. The sunlight reflected off the blade was dazzling.

A superior sword!

The golden lion's head at the end of the hilt alone was quite valuable.

The Mountain took Lion's Tooth into the forest. Deep in the forest, his brothers were practicing sword fighting. It was necessary to train in the forest because a good swordsman knows how to use the surrounding environment to their advantage. Fighting in the forest, with more obstacles, hones a person's reactions and agility.

The Mountain threw the sword to Bernie the wineseller, who was covered in sweat. Bernie was overjoyed, and the brothers gathered around to watch, everyone envious and amazed. For a warrior, a good sword is like an extra life.

"Lord Mountain, where did you snatch this sword from?" Bernie asked, surprised and delighted. He no longer called the Mountain Gregor, but like the fierce brothers, called him Lord Mountain. Bernie had only been by the Mountain's side for a few days, but he quickly recovered his nature from a trembling boy, became slippery again, quick with his hands and feet, clever, and a first-class chatterbox. His ventriloquism was occasionally used for amusement under Lord Mountain's strict orders.

The Mountain wanted him to 'not use his skills too much'. Although he didn't quite understand why, obeying orders was a must, without a doubt!

"Knock off the golden lion's head. This is Prince Joffrey's sword," the Mountain said. "If we go to see King Robert, we can't let him see you wearing the prince's sword."

"Did the Lord steal the prince's sword?" Bernie asked in surprise.

"Found it in the river. The prince and the Hand's daughter had a fight at the Ruby Ford, and he lost. The sword was thrown into the river by the Hand's daughter, then the prince was responsible for going back to heal, the Hand's daughter was responsible for running away, and I was responsible for fishing the sword out! Thanks to the Hand's daughter for not throwing it far."

Bernie and the brothers laughed heartily!

"Let's go, set up camp, raise the banners, we'll go see the king! And see how Queen Cersei flays Prime Minister Eddard tonight for Prince Joffrey!"

So, amidst lewd jokes and laughter, the brothers set up camp, led the horses, and everyone came to the famous Ruby Ford, first to bathe, let the horses graze, wash up, mount their horses and line up, raise the Westerlands and Clegane banners, with the Mountain leading the way, and slowly headed towards the town of Lord Harroway.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves thundered on the streets of the Lord's town. A group of men and horses roared out of town. The leader was a fierce general, very tall, wearing a hideous dog-headed helmet, wearing a red Westerlands cloak, leading dozens of red-cloaked cavalry, heading straight towards the Mountain's group.

The Mountain stopped, standing in the middle of the road, not yielding.

The fierce general who came was the Mountain's own brother, Sandor Clegane, the Hound, who had sworn since he was seven years old to personally kill the Mountain!