Chapter 54: Ch 54: Tales and Threats - 2
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Yet, that smile... Jorah had half a mind to rip it away. This was an open threat from a man who, in all of Westeros, was often dismissed as a jest, and was within his sword's range.
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Jorah's smile waned, but he held his silence. No reaction, no word. He simply nodded and reached for his knife to slice into his steak.
Tyrion was taken aback. He had half-expected the tall, untamed man to have a streak of violence in him, perhaps a punch thrown at the very least. It would have sealed the deal and kept things uncomplicated. But the beast restrained himself.
"Dangerous..." Tyrion mused silently, suddenly finding himself in need of another drink.
"You know, Lord Tyrion... or rather, my apologies, for you're not a Lord.
So, Ser Tyrion, Master Tyrion, or Maester Tyrion... whichever suits you, as if my memory is correct, you've yet to earn any titles.
Let's not fret on these details....what was I saying... Ah, yes! On our island, there lies a forest, thick with bears. Majestic, fierce, and untamed. They rule over everything within those trees, and none dare cross their domain."
Tyrion interjected with a wry smile, "And will they find a dwarf delectable? I highly doubt it. You know, there is not much meat to eat."
"That's …. open to debate. Ah! As my memory serves... when I was but fourteen, a few friends darted into that forest for some minor sport or other. It wasn't until much later that I was informed, and I raced there in haste, in deep night only to encounter a formidable brown bear. Twice my size, mind you. It was a force of nature, nearly invincible. Yet, it underestimated me..."
Jorah chuckled, proceeding to slice into his meat and consume it with practised ease.
Meanwhile, Tyrion was momentarily perplexed until he noticed something behind Jorah's head. Deciding not to press further, he maintained a measured silence. The rest of the breakfast was an odd affair, with one and a half men seated, eating in quiet contemplation.
"Why don't you take some time to explore our island before we convene again to discuss these pressing matters, Tyrion?" Jorah suggested.
"That would be best."
"Aye!"
Jorah rose from the table first, leaving Tyrion to his meal with a sullen demeanour, his gaze fixed on the wall before him. At its center hung the imposing head of a bear, mounted unconventionally. Tyrion knew the rest of the story.
"The beast must not be provoked easily," he mused to himself before focusing on his breakfast again. Silently eating and paying no heed to the empty hall around him. If anything, else, just like that boy, people have also been underestimating him his whole life.
"I should get a personal guard or something. Someone who can challenge the brutes like a mountain or the dog in some sense or with the skill to put up a decent fight before I run away." Tyrion thought before feeling foolish and smiling his worries away.
Later that day, the group of merchants met with their 'Lord Tyrion' and had some discussion. Tyrion barely answered them but that was expected. However, Tyrion had long lost the smile he had in the morning.
If anything, this small Island was full of miracles he never imagined and yet, every inch of this land, threatened the very concept of society as he knew it.
Kids, learn freely from a young age and are proficient in numbers and words. Soldiers practising with swords and shields for almost the whole day and that too in shifts. They even have women among the soldiers.
Plus, they have something called 'Newton' like the Citadel but meant for kids with a proper library and somehow they managed to crack the idea behind printing books.
House Mormont was also awarded new lands from Lord Stark and this was common knowledge now but imagining this, scaling to a bigger picture left him silent.
The cleanliness around the streets, the discipline among the soldiers and the peace among the people, it was as if there was a new social order here.
If all those things he saw left him unsettled, then hearing the stories of how fifteen Bear Soldiers fought a war against five hundred wildings men, left him in a cold sweat.
To put a cherry on top, there is the last raid of Ironborns in which not a single one managed to get away.
"Must be friends and should never be enemy. If there is a chance, House Mormont must be removed from the game!"
This was the final thought of Tyrion before he went back to Bear's Keep for the evening meal.
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