The Mountain of Ice and Fire
#702 - Conquer the Dragon Friend or Master
Friend or Master?
(Bonus chapter: A combination of bonus and guaranteed chapters, 8000 words in one go.)
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Night, the other side of Cloud Mist Mountain, the camp.
The Mountain returned to the camp.
He would come back every three days.
"Gregor, I suggest you don't issue the 'kneel' command to Sheep Stealer anymore," Lady Jeyne said, looking at the blazing fire. She snuggled against the Mountain, enjoying the sense of security of having a wall to lean on.
This was a sunny hillside, but the nights in the mountains were still quite cold. Lady Jeyne wore a mink coat, and a velvet shawl added to her wealth and nobility.
The Mountain sat beside Jeyne, like a giant bear: "Madam, I want to try again."
"Don't try anymore," Jeyne said in a soft, pleading tone.
"Why?" The Mountain pulled Jeyne into his arms.
"One hundred and fifty years ago, if Rhaena Targaryen wanted to ride Sheep Stealer, what dragon word command would she issue to Sheep Stealer?"
"Kneel!" The Mountain's heart stirred. He tilted his head back and looked at Jeyne.
"Yes, kneel." Jeyne reached out with a long, thin kindling stick and gently stirred the charcoal in the brazier, making the charcoal burn brighter.
The inside of the military tent was not comparable to Clegane's Keep, nor to those big cities. Under the carpet was just dirt and grass. Cold air attacked from all around.
"I don't have a handwritten copy of the history books of Casterly Rock at hand, so I can't look up the books for you now. But I live here, and I have a lot of free time every day. I remembered what the book said. The book said that under normal circumstances, a dragon will only recognize one dragon rider as its master in its lifetime. Of course, there are exceptions, but very few. The book does not record a dragon recognizing two masters. You issued the kneel command, but Sheep Stealer has been refusing to obey, and is becoming more and more resistant. I think that perhaps only Rhaena Targaryen can order him to kneel in this life."
The Mountain stared at the blazing charcoal fire, silent. He admitted that what Jeyne said moved him, and this was very likely the truth. A sense of loss welled up in his heart. He was not reconciled. He wanted to become the true master of a dragon, not a sacrificer.
"Don't try to make Sheep Stealer kneel again. As long as Sheep Stealer is willing to go to the North with you and fight with you, what more could you want?" Jeyne's small hand gently placed on the Mountain's giant hand, tapping the palm of the Mountain's hand.
The Mountain looked at Jeyne, and Jeyne looked back at him. Jeyne continued, "Everyone wants to become a true dragon rider, but Rhaena met Sheep Stealer before you. If you can become a good friend of Sheep Stealer, it is already a great miracle. Even if there is a little regret that you can't ride Sheep Stealer, I don't think there's anything wrong with it."
The Mountain stopped talking, choked.
His heart disease was spoken by Jeyne. He wanted to refute, but felt that the words of refutation were pale and powerless.
"When the Mountain came, he was prepared not to ride Sheep Stealer." A clear and beautiful voice sounded outside the tent. The curtain was lifted, and Melisandre came in.
She seemed to enter the tent with heat and light. As soon as she came in, the air in the tent seemed to warm up a little. Her fair skin was like a kind of light, making the tent appear brighter.
The Mountain looked at Melisandre. Jeyne insisted on coming here with him, enduring this hardship. In her own words, it was because of Melisandre that she came here. Melisandre was too attractive to men.
Melisandre's voice, figure, appearance, words and deeds, including her scent, Jeyne believed that every aspect of her was a temptation to the Mountain.
Melisandre sat down by the charcoal fire. Her red robe was as red as flames, and the charcoal fire seemed a little dim because of her arrival: "Lord Mountain, have you forgotten our original thoughts when you saw Sheep Stealer? Can't you help but wholeheartedly want to become Sheep Stealer's second dragon rider?"
"Is there no possibility?" The Mountain said hoarsely, feeling his lips bitter.
"There is a possibility, but it is accompanied by great risks. The biggest risk is losing your life, and we will lose everything." Melisandre's beautiful eyes stared at the Mountain, and in her pupils, two small flames jumped.
"I have the ancestral axe, I can sing the Rhaena hymn, and I also have the silk robe sleeves inherited from Rhaena, and I also know dragon words. I don't think even if the attempt is unsuccessful, Sheep Stealer will not kill me."
"Unless he thinks you are disrespectful to Rhaena Targaryen." Melisandre's tone turned cold. "Lord Mountain, Sheep Stealer can accept the red-handed sacrifices of the Burned Men, not because the Burned Men provided sacrifices, but because the Burned Men represent the continuation of Rhaena Targaryen. Now you want to ride him, this is the greatest disrespect to Rhaena and Sheep Stealer. Once the inherited significance of Rhaena Targaryen is regarded as destroyed by Sheep Stealer, and he thinks you are disrespectful to Rhaena Targaryen, he will no longer accept your sheep, nor will he listen to your dragon word commands, and you will be killed by him." At the end, Melisandre's face also became indifferent.
Jeyne sat in the Mountain's arms, holding one of his giant hands with both hands, like a beautiful girl and an ancient behemoth: "Gregor, I have also carefully thought about it for you. Being friends with Sheep Stealer is perhaps better than being his master."
The Mountain snorted.
"Lord Mountain, your contact with Sheep Stealer is becoming more and more intimate day by day, and the relationship between people and dragons is becoming more and more harmonious. Give up the fantasy of being his master, and return to the original thoughts we agreed upon when we came. Don't be greedy. According to my observation, Sheep Stealer will only be your friend, and will not let you be his master. You have to resist the greed in your heart." Melisandre's eyes gradually became cold. Her red lips pursed, thin, like two blades.
Greed?!
The greed in the Mountain's heart?!
Yes, after seeing the dragon, the Mountain's heart did become greedy. The initial idea of letting Sheep Stealer accept him as a friend and then fighting together was overturned by him. He wholeheartedly wanted to try to become Sheep Stealer's second dragon rider, which is why he has been trying to order Sheep Stealer to kneel.
Kneeling is the dragon riding command when the dragon rider wants to ride the dragon.
Dragons are too tall. If they don't kneel, how can people ride on their backs?!
But Sheep Stealer is sensitive and vigilant to this kneeling dragon riding order like a person, perhaps it is a kind of instinctive reaction of the dragon, perhaps it is a thought of loyalty to the master. No matter what the reason is, as long as the Mountain issues the kneeling command, he will not obey, and will become more and more resistant.
Jeyne also saw the Mountain's greed, but the Mountain was her husband, so she spoke tactfully. Melisandre was the Mountain's army priest, but she spoke directly and frankly, pointing directly to the depths of the Mountain's heart. Melisandre did not give the Mountain any face, nor did she shy away from the Mountain's dignity and glory.
The Mountain looked at Melisandre, with a faint displeasure in his eyes. Melisandre did not back down. She knew she was helping the Mountain put out the fire burning his body. She was going to the North to resist the Others, and she could not afford to lose.
The temptation of owning a dragon is indeed too great for a military general, a duke with power and an army. It is like a person who loves money seeing priceless jewelry; a lustful person seeing an unparalleled beauty; a swordsman finding a peerless sword that cuts iron like mud.
"Gregor, I agree with Lady Melisandre. I can understand that you want to completely own a dragon like Sheep Stealer, but if you fail, you will lose everything. None of us can afford it. Moreover, dragons are different from other creatures. In their nature, they are loyal to a dragon rider until death. He can accept the sacrifices passed down from generation to generation by the Burned Men's red hands, also because of his loyalty to Rhaena Targaryen. Once this loyalty is violated... Gregor... being the best friend of Sheep Stealer is better than being his master." Jeyne's small hand gently patted the back of the Mountain's giant hand, her eyes full of gentle anticipation.
A wave of loss spread in the Mountain's heart, invading his whole body.
He did know that he was playing with fire, but the key point was that he had the possibility of completely conquering Sheep Stealer. What if he succeeded? He looked at the two unparalleled beauties beside him. His wife was petite and exquisite, pure as a lotus, and Melisandre was sexy and seductive, as bright as the sunset. But the meaning in their eyes was only one: Gregor (Mountain), stop fantasizing about being the master of Sheep Stealer.
The Mountain stared at the charcoal fire for a long time. He picked up Lady Jeyne and placed her on the embroidered soft couch, stood up, nodded to the two women, he did not speak, and turned and walked out of the tent.
Lady Jeyne and Lady Melisandre did not follow him out of the tent. They could see the heavy loss in the Mountain's eyes. The wind was cold outside, so let the Mountain go for a walk alone.
"Since he nodded, he won't change," Lady Jeyne said softly, unconsciously stirring the charcoal fire. "In this way, I am relieved. Lady Melisandre, I am very glad that Gregor has you as his accompanying priest."
Melisandre tilted her head and glanced at Lady Jeyne, as if a little surprised. Lady Jeyne's defense against her was like a cat defending against a mouse, but Lady said that she was very glad that Gregor had her as his accompanying priest: "Lady Jeyne, no one can resist the temptation of owning a dragon, let alone a dragon in its prime."
"No, Madam, you are wrong, Gregor can," Jeyne said firmly.
Melisandre looked at Jeyne. She looked into Jeyne's heart, but Jeyne could not see through her heart: "Lady Jeyne, mortals cannot resist the opportunity to completely own a dragon, even if this opportunity is very, very small. Lord Mountain has such a very, very, very small opportunity..."
"Duke will no longer want to be the master of Sheep Stealer. He will choose to completely be Sheep Stealer's friend, a best friend as close as family. I am very sure of this." Lady Jeyne stared at Melisandre, her tone firm and sharp, as if she was fighting.
Lady Melisandre looked at Jeyne with scrutinizing eyes: "Duchess, in fact, I also know that Lord Mountain can do this. His nodding means he has accepted our opinions."
"But you just said that mortals cannot resist the opportunity to completely own a dragon, even if it is a very, very small opportunity."
"Yes, I am talking about mortals, that is, ordinary people, but Lord Mountain is not an ordinary person. He is Azor Ahai reborn, the bringer of light."
*
The Mountain walked out of the tent. Outside, Brienne and Ser Zei bowed together: "Lord Duke."
The Mountain nodded and walked straight into the woods. The night wind was cold, making his feverish body cold, and also making his mind clear. He looked up at the sky. The sky was blue, and the bright moon hung high, as big as a disc.
It is said that the moon looks bigger in the Brightmoon Mountains than in other places. This makes sense. The mountains in the Brightmoon Mountains are really too high.
Several sword-bearing guards emerged from behind a tree, led by One-Eyed Tymor. In the depths of these Brightmoon Mountains, One-Eyed Tymor and the twelve most valiant death warriors of the Burned Men became Lady Jeyne's outer perimeter guard. They were familiar with this mountain range, the situation in the mountains, and adapted to the cold chill of the night in the mountains.
"Tymor!"
"Yes, Red Hand."
One-Eyed Tymor hurried over.
"Follow me to Joyce and Alyn's camp to take a look."
"As you command, Red Hand."
With Jeyne and Melisandre's tent as the core, dozens of tents were scattered in the woods, near and far, like stars surrounding the moon. Joyce and Alyn's tents were on the outermost periphery. They were responsible for the outermost guard to ensure Lady Jeyne's safety.
As the Mountain advanced, he saw one human-shaped cloth figure after another in the woods. He didn't pay attention at first, but there were more and more cloth figures, all made in the image of Others and wights.
"So many Other and wight cloth figures have been made in these three days?" The Mountain was a little surprised.
"Yes, this is Lady Melisandre's idea. The brothers and the people of the Burned Men worked together to make more than a thousand Other and wight cloth figures in three days."
The Mountain stopped: "So many?"
"Yes, Lady Melisandre said that she hopes that when you sacrifice the son of the fire god every day, you will use dragon words to train the son of the fire god to kill Others and wights, just like the sacrificed goats. Every day, you must let the son of the fire god attack more Others and wights, so that he understands that Others and wights are our enemies."
Melisandre came to see the Mountain tonight, but did not mention this matter. It seemed that she was more concerned about the Mountain's greed for Sheep Stealer. Melisandre, a red priest of R'hllor, came to Westeros from 20,000 miles away for the safety of the human race. Although she was driven by religious fanaticism, she was indeed a remarkable woman.
She was not a Westerosi, but she was racking her brains for Westeros. Thinking of this, the Mountain completely dispelled the lingering thought of greed for Sheep Stealer in his heart.
Being the best friend is perhaps really better than being his master.
His mood suddenly brightened: "Tymor, tomorrow morning, you take the brothers and me up the mountain, and bring a hundred human-shaped cloth figures."
"Yes, Red Hand."
"Also, tomorrow you tell Melisandre to make another thousand human-shaped cloth figures. I want to use them to train the son of the fire god's attack."
"Red Hand, the son of the fire god's battle does not need training at all," One-Eyed Tymor said decisively.
The title of the son of the fire god is a unique title of the Burned Men, with traces of faith.
"It is not the son of the fire god who needs to train the battle, but I need to train the dragon word command. The son of the fire god and I need to have the same tacit understanding as a robe."
"Yes, I understand, Red Hand." One-Eyed Tymor's one eye sparkled. He didn't quite understand it. But since Lord Mountain said so, then it must be right.
The Mountain pondered for a moment and made a decision that he had thought about before but had not done. Since he had dispelled the idea of being Sheep Stealer's master, he would implement the plan according to the original plan.
He instructed the one-eyed Teague to summon a Scorched Men deathsworn and ordered him to meet with Lady Janei and Lady Melisandre. He was to tell them that at dawn tomorrow, they should send a company of one hundred warriors and a company of one hundred Scorched Men with one hundred sheep to the meadows of Cloud Mountain. He intended to build a small ranch beside his cabin and wanted a company of soldiers and a company of Scorched Men to live there with him, so the sheep thief could acclimate to the soldiers' training and the people's herding.
Would the sheep thief fly into the ranch and hurt people while trying to steal food?
The Mountain was already confident: After this period of interaction, the sheep thief's days of desperate hunger and lack of clothing were over.
*
The next morning, the sheep thief flew out of the cave. He saw a large group of people busily working in the open space near the Mountain's cabin. The Mountain, the human sacrifice, saw him fly out and immediately rushed towards him carrying two fat sheep.
However, the sheep thief's gaze did not fall on the sheep. His eyes were fixed on the large group of strangers: he saw a group of soldiers with swords, beside whom were piled black and blue humanoid cloths that he had attacked before… He saw a group of Scorched Men, watching them drive many, many sheep across the meadow… These people were busy on the grassland, and the sheep were enclosed in the meadow by high wooden fences, bleating in terror. This made the sheep thief's dragon eyes glow with a golden-red light… For the first time in over a hundred years, he had seen so many sheep in front of him. He was excited, but as the Mountain had predicted, he did not rush out to grab food...
"Quiet, sheep thief." The Mountain strode into the sheep thief's black zone, approaching him. He tossed one of the sheep in his hand. The sheep thief did not breathe fire. His period of desperate hunger for sheep was indeed over. He was now a gentleman with manners. He extended a dragon claw and pinned down the terrified, fleeing sheep, lowered his head to sniff, then breathed a small flame, just enough to envelop the sheep's body. The flame was neither too much nor too little. Then, with a gentle touch of his dragon claw, the roasted sheep turned over, and he breathed another flame to burn it again. Once finished, he tore open the roasted sheep with his dragon claw, swallowing it down in two gulps.
His movements were very human-like.
Perhaps these were the true eating habits that Lady Ricca had once taught him, but he had simply stopped using them for a long time!
The Mountain had known for days that the sheep thief's desperate hunger was gone. The sheep thief was living a comfortable life with plenty to eat, and he would no longer rush to grab a fat sheep with gleaming eyes.
In the Mountain's cabin, the red priestess Melisandre had also arrived. As a priestess protecting Lord Mountain, she was secretly observing the sheep thief.
The sheep thief did not seem to have changed much physically, but Melisandre felt that the sheep thief's changes were astonishing. The first time Melisandre saw the sheep thief, he crawled out of the cave, but this time he 'flew' out, without spreading his wings.
The sheep thief's scales used to be dull and dimly reflective, but now each scale was shimmering brightly; the sheep thief's gaze was brighter, and his power was more fierce than before… His eating habits had also changed dramatically. He used to swallow sheep whole, rushing down the mountain to grab food whenever he saw it. Now, even though he saw hundreds of sheep on the meadow, his dragon eyes were merely dazzling, but his body remained still.
When the Mountain threw out the sheep, he did not breathe a huge fireball to instantly roast it and then swallow it whole. Instead, he first pinned down the live sheep and roasted it on both sides with a small flame. This made Melisandre think that the sheep thief's eating habits must have been taught by Lady Ricca. In fact, upon closer observation, Melisandre felt that the sheep thief's gaze and actions had human shadows.
That person, Melisandre believed, was Lady Ricca.
This feeling further confirmed that the sheep thief only had one master in his heart, Ricca, and would not accept the Mountain as his master. However, with the Mountain's guidance, getting the sheep thief to become a battle comrade in the same legion seemed very close.
Melisandre came out of the cabin and ordered the company of soldiers to cut down trees and first enclose a ranch on the meadow; she also ordered four Scorched Men guards to bring four sheep to Lord Mountain, but they must not enter the dragon's black zone.
The Mountain placed the second sheep on the ground. The live sheep was freed and immediately ran wildly down the mountain, stumbling and terrified. The sheep thief flew by like a nimble dragonfly, his dragon claws gently extended, grabbing the fleeing sheep. He turned back in a graceful and smooth motion, without any of the clumsiness that his huge body might suggest.
Four Scorched Men warriors came to the edge of the black zone, handing the sheep to the Mountain. The Mountain took them and came to the sheep thief's side: "Brother, these people are your family and friends, and the ranch is being built for you. You won't object to them staying to serve you, will you?"
The Mountain increased his 'chatter' with the sheep thief in the Common Tongue. The benefits of doing so were obvious. Think of his master, Lady Ricca, in her solitary secluded life, there must have been plenty of time for 'chatting' with him.
Since it was 'chatting,' it couldn't be done in Dragon Tongue. Dragon Tongue was a short, command-like language that couldn't smoothly express daily life.
The Mountain threw the four sheep under the sheep thief. The sheep thief let out a dragon roar, the sound clear and penetrating, and all four sheep prostrated themselves, obediently lying down, their small bodies trembling and not daring to escape.
It seemed that the sheep thief didn't want to chase after the 'fugitives.' Using the dragon roar to deter them was indeed the best method.
"Brother, you can eat slowly. I have things to do. As for these people, and the sheep…" The Mountain waved his hand, including a company of soldiers, a company of Scorched Men, and a hundred sheep, "You must remain quiet. They, like me, are your human sacrifices." The Mountain pointed to the heirloom axe hanging around his neck. "We are all human sacrifices."
The sheep thief responded with a soft, short dragon roar. As for how much the dragon understood the human, and how much the human understood the dragon's roar, it didn't matter. The tacit understanding and intimacy between humans and spiritual animals were gradually established in such circumstances…
Hearing the dragon roar, the Mountain raised his hand. He really, really wanted to reach out and touch the dragon's scales for the first time. He raised his hand, but he still put it down. He decided to do it tomorrow, giving the sheep thief a surprise first thing in the morning…
*
The next morning, the sheep thief's nose caught a scent, the scent of roasted meat. His dragon eyes suddenly opened. He had often smelled this scent before, it was the scent that his master Ricca used to make when she roasted sheep for him and herself… With a whoosh… the sheep thief came from the bottom of the cave to the entrance, and then he saw the Mountain standing outside the entrance, and hanging on the entrance were three roasted and gutted sheep, and not far from the entrance, two charcoal fires were burning, each with a wooden frame on top, roasting two washed and skinned sheep…
This scene was very similar to when he and his master Ricca lived together, with Ricca roasting sheep over a charcoal fire. The aroma was not just the smell of meat, but also the taste of spices and salt…
Dragons are not 'raw meat drinkers.' Daenerys' three three-year-old dragons loved salted meat carefully prepared by Daenerys. The temptation of salted meat was irresistible and incredibly delicious, mainly because of the salt.
This was the surprise that the Mountain had prepared for the sheep thief. As long as he could please the sheep thief, he could roast whole sheep for him, using the most expensive spices and the finest salt…
He believed that his careful preparation could surpass the roasted meat that Lady Ricca had once made for the sheep thief. He had precious spices, exquisite salt, and a large number of people to help, peeling and gutting, all of whom were good at it, while Lady Ricca could not compare with him in this regard.
Effort pays off. When the sheep thief let out a joyful dragon roar, when he was eating the fourth roasted whole sheep, he was almost next to the Mountain. So, in his chatter, the Mountain gently touched the sheep thief's scales. With the dragon's sensitivity and suspicion, the sheep thief couldn't not know, but he feasted and had no resistance…
The scales were smooth, hard, and with a faint warmth, like the residual heat of the charcoal fire after roasting, giving the Mountain a very comfortable feeling. Outside the black zone, Melisandre and One-Eyed Teague were watching with bright eyes. They both knew last night about the Mountain's plan for today, which was to touch the sheep thief's scales. The Mountain succeeded. Melisandre and the Mountain's first stage of the plan was successfully achieved: to be able to approach the dragon's cave entrance and touch the sheep thief's scales…
"Teague, be prepared. Today we will let the Son of the Fire God attack two hundred White Walkers and wights." When speaking to the Scorched Men, Melisandre was also careful with her words, not calling the sheep thief the sheep thief, but using the Scorched Men's term: Son of the Fire God.
"Yes, Lady Melisandre."
The Mountain and the sheep thief's cooperative combat, the Dragon Tongue commands, needed to be honed to perfect harmony!
*
At the cave entrance, the Mountain was still 'chatting'.
Chatting was also one of the small strategies formulated by Melisandre and Janei. They speculated on the living conditions of Lady Ricca and the sheep thief's seclusion, believing that one person and one dragon must have a 'chatting' format.
The Mountain's hand was on the sheep thief's scales, the edge of the scales giving the Mountain a sharp and clear feeling. His admiration for the dragon as a creature increased by two points, uncontrollably: "Brother, I have a mount, also a magical creature, the king of land marching. His ancestral home is the Isle of Skagos in the North, his body is like fire, he runs like the wind, and he has sharp horns on his head. He is the Son of the Blood God, the mount of the King of Claw Isle. The people of Claw Isle call him the Red Smoke Beast. I will bring him tomorrow, you and him meet, everyone is brothers, we must get along well."
The sheep thief listened to the Mountain's chatter while eating the roasted sheep smeared with spices and sprinkled with snow salt. The taste directly turned him on.
Perhaps with the power of deliciousness, the sheep thief felt that the Mountain's chatter this morning brought him all kinds of kind feelings, as if Master Ricca was by his side.
As for the Red Smoke Beast or anything, the sheep thief naturally didn't understand at all, but he could allow the Mountain to put his hand on his scales, which was a signal that he had completely accepted the Mountain. With the dragon's nature, from now on, no matter what the Mountain said or did, it didn't really matter, as long as it was done or said by the Mountain, the sheep thief would think it was right.
When the Mountain restrained his fantasy of being a dragon master and no longer frequently used various harmonious opportunities to issue low-level commands to the sheep thief, the sheep thief's degree of acceptance of him actually became extremely smooth.
Melisandre watched the harmonious interaction between the dragon and the man from afar. This was a rare miracle. Obviously, the five roasted sheep that the Mountain and his brothers had carefully prepared for the sheep thief last night were truly unparalleled delicacies, and the sheep thief couldn't resist!
Even humans would be drooling over the delicious roasted sheep, let alone the sheep thief who had a light taste for a hundred years.
Melisandre breathed a deep sigh of relief in her heart. The Mountain was undoubtedly Azor Ahai reborn, and the sheep thief was being used by them, so she no longer had to worry. That day was just around the corner.
*
Hundreds of miles away from Cloud Mountain, on the summit of the Giant's Lance—in the Eyrie of House Arryn.
"The Mountain is taming a dragon in the Mountains of the Moon?" Lysa Tully stared at Littlefinger Petyr Baelish with bulging fish eyes. She was becoming increasingly obese and prone to anger, suspicious, and fickle.
Petyr felt a burst of annoyance in his heart at her appearance. He was polite, with an elegant and charming smile: "Madam, the Mountain's letter is here. I deeply believe his words."
"I don't believe it." Lysa Tully's voice was sharp and high-pitched. "Dragons have long been extinct. There are no dragons in this world anymore."
In fact, Littlefinger Petyr Baelish didn't believe it either, didn't want to believe it, didn't want to believe it: "Madam, this is a secret, currently only I know. Lord Mountain told me not to tell anyone, but you are not an outsider, you are my dearest." A look of infatuation with Lysa appeared on Petyr's face.
A smile instantly bloomed on Lysa Tully's face, as if she had drunk an excessive amount of dreamwine: "Dear Petyr, the Mountain suddenly wrote a letter saying that he is taming a dragon in the Mountains of the Moon. What is his purpose? He wouldn't just write a letter to joke, would he?"
"Madam, Lord Mountain wants us to gather the Vale's army and go to the North to fight against the White Walkers."
"What?" Lysa Tully stood up abruptly, the large bags under her eyes shaking: "The Mountain wants our Vale army to go to the North and fight the White Walkers?"
"Yes, Madam."
"This is a trap, a big trap, a conspiracy, a conspiracy to weaken our Vale's military strength. The Vale army only serves our Arryn family, they will not go anywhere else," Lady Lysa said sternly.
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