บท 216: Chapter 214: Hunting
The morning sun emitted warm light, casting mottled light and shadow on the room floor through the windows covered with vines.
After putting on his armour, Samwell felt the icy breath emanating from the bronze armour, gradually calming his excited mood.
Cleopatra didn't seem to like the armour, as the white dragon refused to rest on Samwell's shoulders every time he put it on.
After hovering in mid-air for some time, Cleopatra finally landed on top of her master.
Samwell didn't care about it, put "Dawn" on his back, placed the helmet under his arm, and walked out the door with the white dragon on his head.
"Good morning, Sam,"
Margaery greeted with a sweet smile as she saw him walk out.
When she saw the white dragon on Samwell's head, she burst out laughing, "Good morning, Cleopatra."
The duke's daughter was wearing a white velvet shirt today, covered with delicate brown leather armour, and a blue knee-high pleated skirt.
Her suede crocodile leather boots looked heroic.
"Good morning, Lady Margaery," Samwell stepped forward, wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, and kissed her good morning.
Cleopatra was also familiar with Margaery, following his master's example, she touched her with the tip of her nose.
"Let's go, let's go to the hunting party," Margaery said, holding Samwell's arm.
The two walked along the winding corridor, with golden roses in full bloom on both sides, and the cool autumn wind gently blowing, spreading the elegant fragrance of flowers.
Turning around an artificial fountain, Samwell saw Lord Highgarden's eldest son, Willas Tyrell, sitting there alone, holding a book in his hand.
Margaery stopped in her tracks and asked, "Brother? Aren't you going to participate in today's hunting party?"
Although Willas had a broken leg, riding a horse was no problem, but a special saddle was needed.
Margery knew that her brother liked to tame falcons, hunting dogs, and horses, and then take them to hunt.
"I'm not going," Willas smiled gently and raised the book in his hand, "I'm reading an interesting piece of history."
"Which piece of history?" Margaery asked curiously.
"A piece of history about 'Greybeard' Garth Gardener," Willas said slowly, "During the reign of the King of the Reach, the vassals were divided into two factions due to disputes over the heir, and the Reach fell into infighting, bleeding everywhere.
At that time, the Dornishmen invaded, the Old Town was breached, Highgarden was sacked, and the King of the Reach was brutally cut to death." Margaery remained silent.
Of course, she understood her brother's hint.
Willas looked at his sister, sighed secretly, and said, "Then, I wish you a happy hunting."
Samwell smiled back and left with Margaery. Willas watched the two leave with complicated eyes and remained silent for a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt someone approaching, and when he turned around, he saw that Lady Olenna had come to him at some point.
"Good morning, grandma."
"Morning, Willas. What are you watching?"
"The story of Garth Gardener X."
"That stupid 'Greybeard'," Lady Olenna curled her lips, "I remember he had two daughters, but he married one to the Manderly family and the other to the Beck family, so he died unjustly. Fortunately, your father has only one daughter."
Willas looked at his grandmother thoughtfully and asked, "Aren't you going to the hunting party today?"
"No, I'm not," Willas nodded, understanding her grandmother's plan.
House Tyrell has only one daughter, and Lady Olenna has already made her choice.
"I'm not worried about the present," Lady Olenna said again, "I'm worried about the future."
Willas understood what grandma meant: "Are you worried that I won't be able to suppress this eagle?
Don't worry, grandma, I have domesticated two falcons and am familiar with their habits. Even if they are rebellious, as long as you have enough patience, experience, and wisdom, you can make them submit."
Lady Olenna sighed, "He is not an eagle, he is a dragon."
Willas choked for a moment.
He can't tame a dragon.
...
The wind blew the flags fluttering.
In the hunting party, the elegant nobles took off their silk dresses, put on steel armours, picked up spears, bows, and arrows, and in the blink of an eye, they became powerful knights one after another.
In Westeros, the hunting event has the nature of a military exercise.
The noble lords are keen on hunting, not only to obtain delicious game and animal fur but also to cultivate combat awareness and exercise tactical cooperation.
Hunting and war are actually very similar.
Scouting is the first step.
With the help of hounds and falcons, the nobles must search for the traces of their prey and find their hiding places.
After finding the prey, it is necessary to pass the information to the companions, carry out a clear division of labour, and start hunting.
For different prey, different tactics must be adopted.
Lure, encircle, drive, chase...
A hunt is a small war.
"Whoosh!"
The arrow shot out and sank into the grass, bringing out a smear of blood.
"Hit it! Hit it!" Margaery clapped her hands on the horse and cheered.
The squire Noah Rowan rushed out immediately and brought back the hare that Samwell had shot.
"Finally hit it." Samwell put away his bow and arrow, but his face was a little embarrassed.
After all, it took five arrows to hit a hare, which is nothing to be proud of.
No way, the original owner didn't practice archery much, and although his attribute panel can increase strength and agility, it really doesn't help much with the accuracy of archery.
Samwell wasn't overly entangled; the hunt had just begun, and the hare wasn't considered a heavyweight prey.
Cleopatra disliked the speed of her master and decided to go hunting by herself, and don't know where she flew.
A few people continued to move forward on the grass, and it didn't take long before they heard a horn.
"Someone found the big guy!" Margaery exclaimed excitedly.
"Go!"
Samwell took the lead and drove towards the direction of the horn sound, and soon heard a series of barking dogs.
After crossing a small hill, the forest gradually became dense, and Samwell also saw the flowered fox flag of Bright Water Keep.
At the same time, they also saw the prey, seven wild boars.
Wild boars are considered to be one of the most dangerous animals that can be encountered in hunting.
They have rough skin, thick flesh, infinite strength, sharp and terrifying teeth, and often form small groups with female wild boars as the main body, which is difficult to deal with.
After discovering the group of wild boars, Alekyne Florent did not act rashly but blew the horn to call for his companions.
The sound of horseshoes gradually became denser, and teams of knights and squire came from all over the place continuously.
It didn't take long for more than 50 knights to gather around the group of wild boars.
The flags representing the various families fluttered in the air, and the neighing of warhorses and the roaring of hounds interweaved the movement of hunting.
Samwell let Margaery stay outside the encirclement and leaned forward with a spear.
This kind of group of wild boars gathered together is very dangerous, and it will cause casualties if you are not careful, so they must be differentiated first.
It was Sir Alekyne who had discovered the prey, and so he became the interim commander of the hunt.
The eldest son of Brightwater Keep City was very experienced.
First, he let the knights gallop around and attack with bows and arrows.
Although the wild boar's skin and flesh were thick, this kind of attack would not cause much damage, but it could wear down the wild boar's patience and irritate them.
When the wild boars became restless, the confronting hounds would start to provoke them, luring the wild boars out of the herd so that the knights could hunt them alone.
When the first angry wild boar rushed out chasing the hounds, the surrounding knights suddenly became excited.
Cheers, shouts and curses rang out.
When Samwell saw the wild boar rushing towards him, he was not afraid at all.
He deftly adjusted the horse's head to avoid the wild boar's impact and then stabbed the spear.
The wild boar's skin is extremely thick, and it is covered with hard mud shells and turpentine.
It is extremely difficult to kill with one blow, and it is not easy to pierce its defence.
Fortunately, Samwell was strong enough, and the spear was inserted deep into the wild boar's back, splashing a flower of blood.
But it didn't die; it was still rushing forward.
The following knights shot one after another until more than a dozen spears were stabbed into the wild boar's back before it fell to the ground.
But even so, the wild boar was still alive, struggling tenaciously in the pool of blood, howling harshly.
At this time, Sir Alekyne rode over and pierced a long spear through the eye socket of the wild boar's head, finally making it stop howling.
However, the hunt was not over yet.
Next, the knights used the same method to enrage each wild boar, lure them out separately, and kill them one by one.
During this process, thirteen hounds were sacrificed, and two knights were knocked off their horses, but fortunately, there were no casualties.
It can be regarded as a fairly successful hunt.
Samwell was about to congratulate his uncle when he saw a slightly rich middle-aged knight coming to him, took off his helmet, smiled, and said, "You are the Baron Caesar of Eagle Island, right? I'm very impressed by your skill."
"Thank you for your compliment," Samwell looked at the three Castle Black coats of arms on the opponent's armour and knew that he was from the Peake family.
He was about to ask his identity when he heard his uncle's voice behind him.
"Sam, this is Earl Titus Peake."
[END]
Note-I decided to upload 1ch/day for my other work 'Infinite flow of metaverse ' as every chapter is nearly 3k or 4k words .. so ,sorry about that😅
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