Capítulo 265: Chapter 265: The Allied Army
As the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch,
Jeor Mormont is now sitting in a more peripheral position, his seat having been taken by King Robert.
And now there are also two Lords and several earls present, but old Mormont, who was also the Lord of Bear Island before joining the Night's Watch, and now the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, still has a seat here.
He sits next to Eddard Stark, the former Lord of Winterfell, and across from him is Stannis Baratheon, the Lord of Dragonstone, the younger brother of King Robert.
He is broad-shouldered, upright, his skin somewhat deepened due to long-term exposure to the sun, hard as iron.
Now, although Stannis is not very old, about the same age as Jon Connington, he seems a bit prematurely aged, with only a row of thin black hair left on his head, like the shadow of a crown.
His face is resolute, his eyes deep, his lips pale, thin and tight, sitting next to his elder brother Robert, watching the wildling envoy being driven away again, without a hint of a smile, his face showing a thoughtful expression.
"Dealing with these lawless wildlings should indeed be done with a high-pressure attitude, otherwise who knows what kind of chaos they will cause after they enter the Wall."
Stannis spoke in a stiff tone.
He, like Robert and Eddard, is extremely disgusted with these so-called 'Free Folk', because their freedom is built on the pain of others.
They do not engage in production, but prefer to plunder. They call this behavior 'freedom'? They even mock the honest people of the Seven Kingdoms who work hard to feed themselves and their families as 'kneelers'.
If it were up to Stannis, these people wouldn't even have the right to wear black. They should freeze to death in the cold beyond the Wall, or be killed by those terrifying White Walkers.
Although Robert and Stannis often disagree on many things, Stannis rarely argues with his elder brother on this matter.
But...
There's one more thing.
"This... Horn of Winter, is it really non-existent?"
Stannis raised his head and asked, he was a bit worried.
He heard the wildling envoy speak with certainty, and it seemed that there really was such a thing, he was a bit unsure.
"Hmph, why would Brandon the Builder, who built the Wall with great effort, leave behind such an artifact that can destroy the Wall?"
Robert, sitting in the main position, drank another sip of wine from his cup, his face flushed, waved his hand dismissively.
"If there really is such a thing, why didn't the wildlings blow it earlier? If the Wall collapsed, they wouldn't have to suffer in such a cold place."
Robert's words were reasonable.
And Stannis just shook his head when he heard it, he was just a little doubtful just now, now it seems that it might really be the wildlings trying to scare them in desperation.
But at this moment.
Sitting at the back of the meeting hall, Maester Aemon of the Night's Watch stood up shakily and spoke.
"The Horn of Winter... is not a non-existent thing."
"Lords and… Your Grace."
The old man has a few strands of disheveled white hair on his somewhat bald head, his eyes are blind and white, and his voice is hoarse.
Although Aemon is facing the enemy who wiped out his family, he can still remain calm, even calling the other party 'Your Grace'.
And Eddard Stark, sitting next to King Robert, looked up when he saw Maester Aemon suddenly speak, his eyes slightly focused.
He is one of the few who know the true identity of Maester Aemon, and although the once silver hair has now turned pale, Eddard doesn't worry that Robert would harm this nearly hundred-year-old man.
Robert... should... not be that kind of person.
After all, Maester Aemon is Robert's...Great-grandfather?
For some reason, Eddard suddenly lost confidence at the end, the relationship was too complicated, and he couldn't figure out how Robert should address such an old man.
But he thought of the mother and child who died tragically in King's Landing, and suddenly he didn't trust his good brother as much.
At that time, he even had a big fight with Robert, then led his troops alone to leave King's Landing, went south to break the siege of Storm's End, and then went to Dorne to bring back his sister's body.
"Oh?"
When Maester Aemon suddenly spoke, naturally it attracted the attention of everyone present.
This time, King Robert led an allied army composed of nobles from the Seven Kingdoms, not only Stannis and Eddard Stark.
There is also Yohn Royce, the Lord of Runestone from the Vale, leading the Vale's army.
The Lord of Golden Tooth from the Westerlands, he leads the Westerlands' army.
Tywin Lannister's own brothers are all dead, and he himself doesn't want to come to the freezing Wall, so he can only give it to a mediocre Lord of Golden Tooth to lead the army.
There's also the 'Blackfish' Brynden Tully from the Riverlands, Dorne, the Riverlands, the Stormlands, etc... except for the Iron Islands.
However, Dorne has the fewest people, only three hundred, it doesn't look like they're here to fight, more like they're here for sightseeing at the end of the world.
Now everyone's eyes are on this old man.
They don't know his Targaryen identity, the once silver hair has now turned pale.
"This is..."
Yohn Royce, the Lord of Runestone, asked with a puzzled face.
He doesn't know this old man, but it seems to be a member of the Night's Watch, and those who can sit here naturally have extraordinary identities, and the old man's age is really old, Earl Yohn asked with a relatively polite tone.
"This is Maester Aemon of the Night's Watch."
At this time, Lord Commander Mormont of the Night's Watch spoke for Maester Aemon, explaining.
"Maester Aemon has served on the Wall for decades, and he is now ninety-three years old."
"He is learned and has almost read all the books left by the Night's Watch."
The precious books left by the Night's Watch over the generations are many of which are not even collected in the Citadel, so Maester Aemon often writes to the Citadel to discuss some issues.
"Oh, it's Maester Aemon."
Hearing that the old man in front of him was ninety-three years old, everyone present showed a shocked expression.
This age is almost a living fossil, they have never heard of anyone living to such an old age.
No matter how brilliant or powerful you were in your youth, in the end, you realize that living a long life is the truth.
The Lord of Golden Tooth also showed a shocked expression, then asked.
"So... old man."
"You just said... the Horn of Winter, is not a non-existent thing, what does that mean?"
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