Chapitre 7: Chapter 7
Robb didn't make me so to say, but he didn't make me go to the main hall to eat. The tables had been rearranged, "It's a bit early to eat, especially with dinner in an hour, but who cares?" he had a cheeky grin on his face.
After a little chitchat, our food was delivered to us: a full chicken wing, a bread roll, and some vegetables in the form of mash.
The chicken wing was salted with no other spices. The food is as dreary as the atmosphere up here, all mundane. Kingslanding may have been a viper nest, but it had some good food.
I still ate it, all of it, don't want to seem suspicious. The vegetables looked the most horrendous but they tasted the best.
The food at the feast was much better. I said goodbye. "Bye, I'm going back to my room." I waved goodbye and then headed off in the direction of my room. I turned a few more corners and Looped around until I made it back to the kitchen.
I peeked the door open; I located the two chefs; they were within range. My hand sat on the cold ground, and vines sprung from them; they moved in coordinated and efficient patterns.
Then, the two chefs fell over; I walked in and glanced over their unconscious bodies. I stepped over one chef's body and then checked the cabinet.
I grabbed a bag of dried Elk meat and a waterskin. This should last him for a while, maybe. I grabbed two bags of dried Elk meat.
I walked out stealthily, I made it back to the stables. Jaime was still petting the horse. He won't be able to ride alone like this. But I can't go with him, so what should I do?
My other uncle, Tyrion. He's being held captive with the Lannister houseguards. Now I need to start a prison break. This night is going horribly.
I'm already in too deep, gotta keep going. I strapped the food and water to the horse. My hand guided Jaime to a seat nearby.
I left the stable, that's when I heard it "SOMEONES DEAD!!!" A masculine voice bellowed out. I'm glad for my enhanced hearing. I thought for a moment then strapped my short sword to the horse.
Sorry, Jaime, I walked over to him and straddled him in. He was more conscious, he would be able to ride. This is a very risky maneuver.
I opened the stable door and slapped the side of the horse; it bucked and then ran forward towards the exit.
The gate was only twenty feet away from that end, I ran over to the other end and hopped over the horse stable. Luckily, it was empty with no fear of a horse kicking my face off.
Before I covered myself in mud, snow, and feces, I wrapped myself in my cloak.
I waited and overheard yelling and screaming. Footsteps got closer but passed over me. More footsteps arrived. They stopped at the stall I was in. "Do you think this horse was the stolen one?"
"Nay, I was here yesterday; this horse was gone." Based on the interlinked, I could hear behind their voices. They must be simple houseguards.
I controlled my breathing; this mud was freezing, and the snow didn't help either. I shook for a second but I made myself stop.
The night turned lighter, I slowly stood up and looked around the stable. No one was here. I jumped on the wall and took off my cloak.
Most of the mud with it. I flung it around then balled it up. I confidently left the stable, not many prying eyes in the courtyard currently.
The night had pretty much faded, but still too early for most people to get up. That was mostly true except for, a certain man. He seemed familiar. It hit me a little before Mance's army was destroyed by Stannis's, he told Jon.
'The wall can stop an army, but not a man. I took my lute and bag silver and went south and bought a horse. I attended the feast at Winterfell, I returned home with my lute'
Mance Ryder claimed to have spent his silver on hiring a Catspaw to kill Bran. This probably isn't true, but he was definitely at Winterfell. I know this now.
I ran over to him "Is your name...Abel?" He looked aback. "Aye, did you hear my songs last night?" He responded hesitantly.
I didn't want to reveal my knowledge of his true identity, he might send a Catspaw after me. Because he never spent it on Bran.
"Your music is wonderful" I walked off after I shared my words. I got a little nervous. I made it back to my room not passing another person.
I took off my boots and outer clothing; I changed into some more pajama-like clothes.
I tucked myself in and tried to rest, but after a few minutes, I was disturbed by a knock at the door. My hands reached into my black hair ruffling it up. "Who is it" I made my voice dreary and tired sounding.
"It's the bloody king of the seven kingdoms, and your father, get to the main hall" he bellowed out. Always bellowing out words. To loud. I don't but I do like him.
I sat up and removed my clothing, then changed into more appropriate court clothing.
My hand reached for the know, twisted it, and pushed open the door. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the granite hallways.
I walked into a crowded Hall; the king and lord Eddard Stark were at the forefront of the head table.
It was loud, it freaked me out. Almost more then when I killed for the first time.
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