Capítulo 19: Chapter 19
"Then you would succeed where the Targaryen Kings of the last three hundred years failed," Varys observed, skepticism evident in his voice.
"Do you doubt my ability, Spider?" Gregor stated, trying to come off as humorous rather than mocking.
"I believe your intentions and your objective are true," Varys contended, "They are only missing one key aspect: realism. Ever since the era of the First Man, Westeros has been stricken with conflict. The level of conflict can be lowered, but it can never be purged entirely."
"My goal is not to do away with conflict altogether," Gregor clarified, "I would never attempt that or any other impossible task. Trying to eliminate suffering from this world would be a hopeless endeavor. Be that as it may, I can still do much to lessen all the suffering. I will not force anyone to give up any of their rights, nor will I request any of the Great Houses to surrender their domain over their respective lands. But I will purge all the old feuds, even the ones that are centuries old. I shall start by mending the wounds from those disputes a little at a time. Progress will be gradual but definite. It would be foolhardy to think that the unification process can be done overnight. But twenty years from now, Westeros might actually be truly united for the first time in its long and bloodstained history."
Varys cocked his head and remarked "You and I clearly share a similar aim, Lord Gregor. Both of us want what is best for the realm. I believe you are genuinely sincere and convinced that your plans will be successful. So I will not impede upon your plans. Even so, I must mention that twenty years still strikes me as something of an overestimate. Two decades to undo all the grudges, quarrels, and hatred of the past eight millennia? You should be careful not to overreach your bounds."
"Twenty years is what I'm aiming for," Gregor insisted.
'After all, two decades from now, the peoples of Westeros will be faced with a threat far larger and far greater than any of their current worries.'
It suddenly dawned on Gregor. That moment right there marked the moment when he officially entered the game of thrones as a player.
'My only option is to play the game. If I play it just right, by the time the Long Night arrives, the Westerosi will have put their petty squabbles aside and opted to stand together.'
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On the day of his meetings with Robert Baratheon and Varys, the Mountain had arrived in King's Landing as Ser Gregor Clegane.
The following day, he departed the city as Lord Gregor Clegane. He also left 20,000 golden dragons richer than when he entered.
When he arrived at the site of House Clegane's camp, his vassals had already disassembled the tents, saddled the horses, and packed the supply carts.
They were ready to set out. All they were waiting on was their master. Then again, because of what happened the previous day, it was debatable as to whether Gregor still was their master.
It was there that Ser Gerold Hightower left Gregor's company. The Lord Commander of the Targaryen Kingsguard had dawned a full-body cloak, and his hair was much shorter than it had been when the Mountain last saw him.
As part of the knight's disguise, the Tickler had given Ser Gerold a close haircut. It turned out the interrogator had more than one special talent with regards to blades. He was quite crafty with a pair of shears.
Ser Gerold's white armor was in the safekeeping of Lord Eddard Stark.
The Reachman instead wore a doublet of boiled leather and a pair of thick woolen breeches which the Northlord had lent him.
The two men would return their belongings to each other when they were safely back in Winterfell. This was no concern of Gregor's, though.
With his servants, soldiers, and men-at-arms alongside him, Lord Gregor Clegane began the march back to Clegane's Keep.
On the way there, he prepared himself for his reunion with his family. He would soon face the unappealing task of explaining his business with Robert to his family.
He knew he could have sent a raven from King's Landing, but that would have been largely ineffective.
After all, this was the type of news that should ideally be delivered and discussed face-to-face.
The loss of his birthright to Clegane's Keep was no longer any major concern to Gregor. He would miss the keep, certainly, but he could see it again in the future.
Aside from that, Moat Cailin was vital to his long-term goals. The moat may have been rundown, but he had great plans for it.
What really unsettled him was his family's reaction.
He could imagine that he would be greeted with mixed emotions once they learned that he had been all but disowned from Clegane's Keep.
They would probably be even more displeased when they learned that he had given up that right by choice.
He tried not to be too pessimistic when thinking about how his parents and siblings would take the news of his relocation to the North.
He just concentrated on how best to avoid upsetting them or giving them the wrong impression.
After how well he had mollified Robert's infatuation with Lyanna, Gregor was very confident in his ability to get his family to understand his reasons.
On the morning of the sixteenth day after his company set out from King's Landing, Gregor reached Clegane's Keep at last.
He was accustomed to the experience of coming back to it upon completion of an assignment that had been given to him by Lord Tywin.
All those times, he had taken his returning home for granted. This time, when he passed beneath the raised portcullis, he enjoyed the feeling of riding into the main yard of the Keep.
He needed to savor this sensation, knowing it would be a long time before he would do so again.
The courtyard of the keep was small, but it was packed with many of the smallfolk.
All of them were occupied with their various daily duties. Many of them paused long enough to salute Gregor or give him a courteous 'milord' as he passed.
Soon Gregor and his companions arrived at the stables, where they all swiftly dismounted.
While the horses were being taken by the stableboys, Gregor was approached by a middle-aged man with a head of red hair and a thin red beard that covered his cheeks and his chin.
He was the keep's steward, Sylas Vikary.
"Welcome home, my lord," the steward said cordially with a genuine smile.
"Good day to you, Sylas," Gregor rejoined.
After collecting his armor and weapons, the Mountain looked down at the older man and stated "I must speak with my family. Are you aware of everyone's current whereabouts?"
"I suspect they will gather in the Main Hall soon," Sylas replied, "It is very early, my lord. They have yet to break their fast. Perhaps you'll join them?"
"I would be delighted," Gregor proclaimed happily, "Tell the cooks to serve the meal in my father's solar."
The steward appeared perplexed. "May I ask why, Ser?"
"I have news to share," Gregor revealed, "Currently, this news is too private for discussion in the Main Hall. The solar would be a more discreet place. I would like you and the rest of my father's council to break your fast with us. In a way, the news concerns all of us."
"Very well, my lord," Sylas Vikary conceded.
The ginger man went to carry out this command.
Gregor remained out in the courtyard long enough to assist with unloading the provisions and armaments he had taken to King's Landing.
Once everything was sorted out and accounted for, Gregor bade his men to get some food and rest. Some had a mind to get a woman, as well.
All that riding could really tire a man. But not enough to dissuade him from that OTHER form of riding.
Gregor was certain that no less than a third of his men would try to get laid within the next hour.
As Sylas noted, it was quite early in the morning. Then again, some of Gregor's men would argue that it was never too early for a fuck.
Apart from his armor and weapons, the only things Gregor took from the supply carts were three locked chests.
Those chests contained the twenty thousand golden dragons Robert had awarded him. Any other man would have needed some help with carrying the chests.
Luckily, Gregor's unnatural strength allowed him to hold all three in one arm.
By the time Gregor arrived in his father's solar, everyone he wished to speak to had gathered there, as well.
His mother Daliah, his father Tarrence, his brother Sandor, and his sister Ellyn were all seated at his father's desk.
In other parts of the room four more men were seated. Sylas Vikary and Maester Velix were two of them.
The other two were the master-at-arms Ser Wallis Peckledon and the castellan Erryk Ruttiger.
The instant Gregor entered the room, he felt a tightness around his waist. It was as though someone had lassoed him with an invisible rope.
He looked down and saw Ellyn standing before him. His little sister was embracing him warmly.
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