Chapter 241 Running Wolf
It was getting colder in the Eyrie, and Arya reached out and touched the frost on the tower walls.
As soon as my fingers touched it, the frost turned into water and dripped to the ground, leaving water marks on the wall.
Compared to the cold in the north, the frost here is as weak as Sansa, Arya gritted her teeth, she thought angrily.
"Boom!"
Arya turned her head, and the oak basket responsible for transporting supplies slowly started to move. The chain winch of the Eyrie was pushed hard by the guards, one after another.
Arya looked to the west, where the sun was just setting on the top of the second hill in the mountains.
She has been observing for many days and there must be nothing wrong.
Arya jumped from the battlement beside the stairs and ran to her home.
It didn't take long before he saw Robert Arryn, the younger brother of Attis Arryn, spinning anxiously on the spot.
"Robin!" Arya barked like a little wolf.
Robin looked around in panic, unable to tell where the sound was coming from.
"Robin!" Arya raised her voice.
Robin blinked and looked in the direction of Arya. The wolf girl was hiding beside the white pillar next to the tower, frowning and waving at him.
"Arya!" Robin felt a thrill in his heart, and he hurried over. "This game scares me. If Ser Vardis Egan finds me."
"Never let the coach find out!" Arya emphasized loudly. Her little hand pressed Robin's nose, making the latter scream in pain. "Otherwise, we will lose the game."
Arya thought of Vardis Egan's serious face with some regret. He always reminded her of Ser Rodrik of Winterfell. The two men were very similar in stature, not to mention their personalities.
She loves almost everyone in the Eagle's Nest, including little Robin who likes to mess with her every day.
But damn Attis Arryn betrayed the Starks, captured Robb, defeated the army of the North, and united with the evil Lannister, allowing Bolton to rule the Starks for generations. The northern territory of Ketong.
The young Arya didn't understand the twists and turns of politics, and she didn't understand why the Wolfhawk family, which had always been good, suddenly broke up.
She didn't know the covenant between Stark and Arryn, and what Robb's regretted marriage meant. She didn't know where the understanding that she and her mother could still move freely in the Eyrie came from.
After all, she is still a child, and she has not broken away from the childish little wolf.
"Cersei Lannister, Attis Arryn." Arya chanted these names. She wanted to remember each one in her mind, and she wanted to solve each one with her own hands.
Her sewing needle! Arya grabbed Robin by the collar. "Where's my sewing needle?"
Robin grabbed Arya's fingers dissatisfiedly, but he was really not as strong as the wolf girl, "Here it is! Don't pull my clothes!"
Arya snatched the sewing needle, and the thin sword still had its luster, exuding a brand-new shine even though it had been with her for a long time.
"I've given it a good polish in the past few days," Robin raised his eyebrows proudly and looked at Arya expectantly, "Doesn't it look good?"
The corners of Arya's mouth raised slightly, and she clenched her fist and tapped Robin's chin gently, "You are awesome!" Then she jumped up with a "plop" and ran towards the distance, "Remember our Game!" she shouted to Robin.
Robin stared blankly at Arya's leaving figure, with a bit of reluctance in his eyes. He lowered his eyes and smiled at Arya's figure until she disappeared on the other side of the tower.
I have spent countless nights in the north, but never once has it been as cold as now.
Theon huddled in a corner of the kennel cage, watching in horror as the hungry hounds kept banging and biting the door in front of him.
He kept his fingers straight, and the heartbreaking pain surged into his fingers like waves, over and over again, wave after wave. Xion looked at his fingers. The white skin had been peeled off, leaving only the pink inner substance.
"Roar!" The vicious dog's forelimbs pulled at the cell door and growled at Xion.
A trace of joy filled his heart. If he hadn't knelt down and begged, the bones would have left an open door between him and the vicious dog.
Theon had seen with his own eyes the scene of vicious dogs biting prisoners. Once the thought came to his mind, he became more frightened and trembled all over.
The cage is mobile and will be put on a carriage and hauled during the march. This makes Theon almost grateful to the owner for such an arrangement. At least he doesn't have to leave, right? Although he had to endure the taunts from the infantry and the fear of the hounds, Theon didn't care. This pain was nothing. He was Reek, and of course Reek could bear this kind of pain, as long as... as long as he no longer lost a piece of skin.
"Lord Ramsay has given an order to march quickly and rest at Barrow Point." The Bolton infantry came over and knocked on the hounds' cages, causing the hungry hounds to bark like crazy.
Bones stood up reluctantly, "March at night? Is the military situation so urgent?" He picked up the stick and hit the cage fiercely, glaring at the hounds with fierce eyes to force them back.
The infantryman shook his head, turned around and left without paying much attention.
The cage was lifted up swaying, and the war horse pulling the cart was obviously an old horse. Xion was far away and could even hear its low breathing when exerting force.
Bolton's army was visibly tired. The tents that had just been pitched were put away, the bonfires that were just lit were put out, the soldiers packed up their gear, put on their armor again, and the whole team moved forward into the night.
"Why do you have to leave so fast?" Bones muttered and spat on the ground. Theon concluded that he saw a tooth that Bones spit out.
Bastard. Theon thought of Jon again. Those who were born without belonging are eager to prove themselves, and so is the master.
Before the thoughts were over, a fear came into my heart. This fear came from the pain in my fingertips and the pain of being skinned.
Xion curled up again, ignoring the stench emanating from his body, burying his head in his dirty sleeves, and no longer looked at the surrounding scene.
Ramsay Snow stopped the reins, frowning and looking at the Barrow Point in the distance.
On the low hills, the flying mermaid flag was directly illuminated by the sun. The increasingly cold climate seemed to have affected the sunlight. The cold color continued to cover the surface of the sun, and even people who were sensitive to light could look directly at it. "Being beaten to the punch by Mandalay," Ramsay Snow frowned, the unwillingness in his eyes clearly revealed. He lost an opportunity to show off in front of his father. "They're just a bunch of southerners."
Bolton's bastard shook the reins and the horse moved forward.
Behind the mermaid flag, several cavalrymen climbed over the low hills and galloped towards here.
Ramsay raised his head proudly. Bolton and Manderly had never dealt with each other. He recalled his father's indifferent appearance, coughed a few times, and imitated them in a decent manner.
The cavalry who came were not fat. It seemed that the Mandalay family did not come in person. This should be grasped and humiliated. Ramsay thought to himself.
The cavalry got closer, and Ramsay frowned. He remembered that the appearance of the man in front of him was not a knight from the Mandalay family.
"Caleb Konton?" Ramsay lost his voice, a knight of the Severn family, a knight under that bitch Qiao Lier.
Caleb Konton reined in his horse, and the attendant behind him also rode forward.
"Do you know who this is, Ramsay Snow?" Caleb Konton pointed at the attendant beside him with his riding crop.
Before Ramsay could answer Keller, he replied first, "Laurence Snow, like you, was once an illegitimate child."
The last thing Ramsay wanted to hear was the word illegitimate child. He smiled disdainfully and looked at the young attendant. His age was very close to that of Clay Severn, who he had beheaded with his own hands. He looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.
"Why do you need to introduce your little follower to me?" Ramsay suddenly reacted and frowned, "He used to be? What is his current surname?"
Caleb Conton smiled slightly, "It's the title you have always coveted, the Earl of Hornwood City, Lawrence Horwood. Your Lordship has straightened him up. He is now Earl of Horwood, the head of the Horwood family. ”
"Impossible!" Ramsay screamed, "Father would never give such an order! I married the widow of Earl of Hornwood, and I am the lord of Hornwood City!"
He shook the reins and said, "I want to write a letter to my father. There is no way he would issue such a ridiculous order."
Caleb Konton's smile was always on his lips. He turned his horse's head and said, "Go find your father. Earl Mandalay has brought a lot of letter paper. You can use it as you like. I believe that the Guardian of the North will not go back on his words." ”
"Damn it!" Ramsay looked at the Bolton soldiers behind him, "Enter the camp!" he ordered loudly.
When his father arrives, he must personally advise him. This kind of order cannot be given. How can he just give up the fat in his mouth?
The shouts of cheers could even be heard when the orders to enter camp were heard from the exhausted Bolton Legion, who had endured fatigue and cold for too long.
The originally neat queue became lazy. The cavalrymen who had been riding their horses for a long time dismounted and relaxed their hips and thighs. The infantrymen took off their helmets and thick armor. Despite the severe cold weather, they had accumulated a lot of sweat. .
Ramsay was holding the reins. He was eager to enter the camp to find pen and ink. He wanted to report this matter to his father personally.
Theon rubbed his eyes as the carriage slowly rolled into the military camp. Mandalay's mermaid flags were everywhere. He even saw the flags of the Severn family and the Waynwood family flying in the distance.
Even White Harbor is willing to follow the orders of the Dreadfort and come to gather at Barrow Point. It seems that Bolton has really conquered the entire North.
Theon let out a long breath, moved his stiff limbs, grabbed the cage with both hands and looked out.
The mermaid flags swayed, overlapped, and moved in the cold wind. It must be the mobilization of White Harbor's army.
The Severn family's flag was also moving, overlapping with the Waynwood family's flag and spreading out.
Why do you frequently adjust flags when setting up camp? Xion remembered his common sense. He opened his eyes slightly and continued to look around the camp as the carriage slowly entered.
"Stop looking around!"
Bone Ben's stick was swung over, and a burning pain suddenly spread all over the right side of his face. When Xion turned his head and flinched, a cold silver-gray color came into his eyes.
Xion stayed on the spot, his ears no longer hearing Bones' hysterical roar.
How could this flag appear again in the North? They are not
Faces appeared in front of him again, his father's serious face, his brother's trusting face, and his sister's smiling face.
"Long live Stark!"
"Long live Winterfell!"
"Long live the King in the North!"
The rumbling sound no longer came from the whimpering snare drum of the Burton family, but from the overwhelming voices and slogans.
Bones was stunned for a moment before the long sword wiped open his neck, and blood and flesh spurted out.
"You are Bolton's prisoner. Hold a weapon and kill Bolton with us!"
The soldier who killed Bone Ben shouted to himself, and he threw Bone Ben's iron rod in. "Hurry up!" he urged.
Theon looked at the iron rod that was handed to him and listened to the familiar northern accent. This familiarity not only comes from the accent, but also from trust.
Theon picked up Bonebook's weapon, swallowed his throat, and jumped out of the prison.
"Long live Winterfell!" he shouted, his voice almost torn.
Inexplicable excitement and joy surged into his heart, and Theon felt like he was kneeling down in front of the weirwood tree to repent. His nose was stained red by the long-lost emotion, and tears flowed from his eyes.
"Long live Stark!" he shouted again.
(End of chapter)