iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 239 True Dragon and White Walkers

Daenerys Targaryen breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since Green left the territory...she has been very busy.

Petition from the people of Kleb Territory...Government affairs regarding food reserves...Government affairs regarding territory construction...Accepting the visiting ladies and ladies of the Crab Claw Peninsula...Her Royal Highness the Princess is very busy.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

The door was pushed open, and Samwell's fat figure appeared in the princess's study.

Samwell bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness, Dick Crabb has sent a letter from Maiden Spring."

Daenerys glanced at Samwell's red and swollen eyes and said, "Sam, what did he say?"

Samwell said respectfully: "Dick's letter said that Lord William Mouton of Maidenpool refused to trade grain with us."

Daenerys tapped her chin and said, "It's just as we expected."

Samwell added: "Dick said in the letter that the Earl of Maidenpool had declared allegiance to Robb Stark, so he followed Lord Green's arrangement and issued a war warning to Maidenpool... Then, Dick was They drove Maidenpool out."

Daenerys smiled slightly and joked: "From now on, we have to call him Lucky Dick."

Samwell scratched the back of his head and said, "Yes, Your Highness."

After a pause, Daenerys said softly: "Sam, you can actually go home and take a look."

After a moment of silence, Samwell shook his head firmly and said: "Your Royal Highness, thank you for your kindness, but... I am Lord Green's attendant, and I want to get his permission in person."

After saying his good "excuse", Samwell quietly wiped the corners of his eyes.

Daenerys nodded slightly, knowing that Samwell had given up the inheritance of Hornfort before leaving home. She can guess that the reason why Samwell would rather hide in the house and cry over his father's death than to go home is to avoid "conflict" with his brother (Dickon Tarly).

Samwell thinks about everyone but ignores his own feelings. He is so kind.

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Daenerys got up from the chair, walked to the window, stood silently for a while, then reached out and pushed open the narrow window.

She said, "Sam, today I want to hear the legend of Westeros."

Samwell is not only Daenerys's chief steward, he is also her "literary" teacher.

Samwell wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and said: "Your Highness, there are countless legends in Westeros. My knowledge is limited, but I am happy to serve you."

Daenerys stared out the window with her violet eyes for a while, then said, "Sam, I want to hear the story of the White Walkers."

Daenerys had a strange dream last night.

A large group of black figures were moving slowly in the snow. Although it was a dream, as a real dragon, she felt such a strong chill that her whole body trembled.

When she woke up in the morning, she recalled the scene in her dream. For some reason... it reminded her of the legendary White Walkers.

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"White Walker?"

"Well, White Walker, tell me what you know, Sam."

"As you command, Your Highness Princess."

After pondering for a moment, Samwell slowly said, "The White Walkers are mentioned in the Chronicles of Westeros, but they don't appear frequently in the books I've read.

Our oldest historical records were written after the Andals came to Westeros, leaving only runes on rocks.

Therefore, the so-called historical facts about the Age of Dawn, the Age of Heroes, and the Long Night that we think we know are all supplementary records written by scholars thousands of years later.

For example, legends mention many kings who have ruled for hundreds of years, and knights who have been galloping on the battlefield for a thousand years... and the title of knight was brought to Westeros by the Andals. "

He licked his lips and continued: "Rumors...many bachelors in the city don't believe the legend about the White Walkers at all."

Daenerys raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Is there any record of what they look like?"

After thinking for a moment, Samwell said: "Most stories claim that the White Walkers will come when the cold comes, or that the cold comes because of them.

Sometimes they appear during snow storms and melt away when the weather is clear. They avoid daylight and only move at night...or rather it gets dark when they appear.

Some stories tell of them riding the carcasses of animals, including bears, direwolves, mammoths, horses... they were all dead bodies anyway.

Some stories also mention giant ice spiders. Also, it is said that people killed by the White Walkers must be cremated, otherwise the corpse will be resurrected and become their slaves. "

Daenerys turned around and said, "Kill...is there any record of how to kill the White Walkers?"

Samwell nodded slightly and said: "I once read in a very old book. The book said that ordinary swords cannot kill the White Walkers, and the swords they use are very cold, enough to break steel... Only fire can affect them, other than that, dragon crystal is their natural enemy."

"Dragon crystal?"

"The scientific name of dragon crystal is obsidian. It is said that in the Age of Heroes, the Children of the Forest gave one hundred obsidian daggers to the Night's Watch every year."

After a pause, Samwell continued: "I have seen a narrative about the 'Long Night' in ancient books. It tells the story of the last hero using the sword of dragon steel to kill the White Walkers. If this is true, I think The White Walkers can't stand up to dragonsteel."

Daenerys whispered: "Dragonsteel?"

Samwell nodded and said: "I think dragon steel refers to Valyrian steel, and Lord Green's ice sword is Valyrian steel sword, but these are just my personal guesses."

After listening to the "story", Daenerys seemed to be deep in thought.

After a while, when Daenerys turned her eyes to the window again, Samwell poured a glass of wine for Daenerys awkwardly and handed it over.

"Thank you."

Daenerys took a sip of summer red and said, "Sam, what are the White Walkers? Or where do they come from?"

Samwell shook his head and said: "Your Royal Highness, I don't know... most of my knowledge comes from the books collected by the bachelor of Horn Hill Castle and the books of the bachelor Al. I have not read any relevant records."

He hesitated for a moment and then said: "Your Highness, do you... believe in the legend of the White Walkers?"

"I want to confirm its existence..."

Daenerys turned her head to look at Samwell and said, "Sam, I heard that the learning in Oldtown contains all the knowledge of Westeros?"

Samwell nodded blankly.

Daenerys continued: "Sam, Horn Hill is very close to Oldtown. Maybe I need your help."

The dream last night made Daenerys feel inexplicably uneasy. Now after listening to the story of the White Walkers, for some reason... this feeling deepened.

Daenerys thought this might be some kind of warning from the blood of the true dragon.

Looking at it from another perspective, it is just a dream after all. Is Daenerys too sensitive?

In fact, Daenerys' purpose is very simple. She just doesn't allow anything to "disturb" her happy life.

Moreover, her Grimm foresaw her danger from a dream and came to Essos.

Perhaps, it was Green's timely arrival that allowed her to directly avoid a certain danger that she needed to face alone. In short, no matter what it is, since Daenerys has felt threatened, she will not let it go.

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At night, Daenerys came out of the bathroom and glanced at the maid standing outside the dormitory door. Her smile was...a little...warm?

After taking a bath, Daenerys was a little tired. After entering the dormitory, she went directly to the bed... and then she saw Green lying there.

Daenerys blinked, as if she thought it was her imagination.

Green's steady voice sounded at this time: "Good night, my Danni."

Make sure, this is not an illusion.

"Grimm!" Daenerys rushed over at once.

Daenerys was caught firmly by Green, and she couldn't help but said happily: "I thought we would be separated for a long time..."

Green stroked Daenerys's cheek and said, "Not long after I arrived, I happened to pass by."

The corners of Daenerys' lips raised: "Just...passing by?"

"Ahem, it took a little detour." To be precise, Lord Greene deliberately took a long detour to appear here. The reason he gave himself was to check the territory's treasury.

Now, he suddenly felt that the seemingly reasonable reason he had given himself...maybe even the White Walkers didn't believe it.

"Tomorrow morning..."

Before Green could finish his words, he was interrupted by a kiss from Daenerys, who even took the initiative to ride on him.

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"Green, let me rest for a while..."

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"Please, please, I want to rest..."

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"Green, I've got a rest..."

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The next day, the sky was slightly bright.

Stepping on the bed, Daenerys was sleeping soundly in the blanket. Green kissed her lightly on the forehead and left the dormitory.

During the ride, Green Lord Fan stared at the sky. He was so sleepy.

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After leaving the wolf forest, Bran and others climbed among the ancient stone hills. The yellow-brown and golden autumn leaves became increasingly scarce, and when the hills became mountains, they disappeared completely.

"Do we really have to go through it step by step?"

"Hodor, Hodor, Hodor..."

"Up up down, down down up up. Up down up down, down up down up."

Meera Reed complained a little: "Bran, these mountains in your house are really boring. I hate them."

Bran Stark sat in the basket carried by Hodor. He made a face and said, "Miss Meera, you said you liked them yesterday."

Meera reached out and pinched Bran's nose and said, "That was yesterday. I have changed my mind now, Lord Bran."

Bran first stretched out his neck and glanced at the "little grandfather" Jojen Reed who was walking silently in front. Then he blinked at Meera, deliberately raised his voice and said, "If we take the King's Road, we will soon We may have reached the Great Wall.”

Mera laughed and agreed, "If we take the King's Road, we won't go hungry."

This is a "game" played by Bran and Meera to kill boredom. Although Jojian keeps a straight face all day long, they are happy to joke with him.

Jojian solemnly repeated the words he had repeated countless times: "Where there are roads, there are pedestrians. Wherever there are pedestrians, there are eyes and mouths, and they can spread stories. They will combine a crippled boy, a giant, a spearwoman and two The story of the Zedi people spread everywhere."

"Hodor, Hodor, Hodor..."

Jojen's reaction was exactly the same every time, and Bran and Meera smiled quietly at each other.

After walking for a while, Bran suddenly said: "Jojian, I dreamed last night that my father returned to Lindong City. I also saw Sansa and Arya, and my father was sitting by the fireplace telling them stories."

Jiu Jian's eyes trembled slightly. He gasped as he walked and said: "There is a difference between dreams and dreams..."

He suddenly stopped and said seriously: "Lord Bran, did you secretly open your third eye again?"

Bran's eyes were a little dodgey: "I didn't!"

"You already admitted it."

"I am sorry……"

Bran explained in a low voice: "I didn't mean it, and I don't know if I opened the third eye... maybe it was just a dream... after all, my father...",

Meera patted Bran gently and comforted: "Bran, it's okay. Jojian is also worried about you."

Jojian frowned and said, "Lord Bran, I cannot teach you how to master the third eye. You need the teachings of the Three-Eyed Crow to master it."

He took a breath and said calmly: "The gods give people many talents, Lord Bran. You see, my sister is a hunter. Her talent is to be swift when moving, motionless when still, and to hide. She has sensitive ears and sharp eyes. , her hands are steady. She can breathe under the mud, run on the leaves... I can't do these things, and neither can you.

Instead, the gods gave me the power of the Green Dream, and gave you a third eye, far more powerful than me. You are a wolf with wings, no one can tell how high and far you can fly. I can't help you master the talent that I can't understand, so you need the guidance of the Three-Eyed Crow, which is our purpose. "

His tone became serious again: "The current situation is that you have not yet mastered the third eye, but you are playing it like a game. If you mess around again, you will not only be in danger of being swallowed up, but you may also connect reality and You can't distinguish between dreams. Do you know how serious the consequences are? Do you really want to turn yourself into a dementia just because of your temporary curiosity?"

"Hodor, Hodor, Hodor, Hodor..."

Bran lowered his face. He was very sad. He really didn't mean to do it.

Meera glared at her brother. She held Bran's hand and comforted: "Bran, we understand your uneasiness. I know you want to learn how to use the third eye as soon as possible, but... if it really happens, Those of us who are in danger will be completely helpless when it comes to the dangerous situations my brother mentioned. Neither my brother nor I want you to fall into that dangerous situation. We will take you to find the Three-Eyed Crow as soon as possible. We use the earth, rivers, bronze And I promise you that in the name of steel, ice and fire."

"Hodor, Hodor, Hodor, Hodor..."

Bran nodded heavily and said, "Thank you, Miss Meera."

He turned his head to look at Jojian and said, "I will never mess around again, I promise."

(End of this chapter)