章節 13: Preparations
As he walked down the corridors of Riverrun to the designated war room, behind him Edmure and Brynden followed him. Already he could hear the gathering of lords, 'my lords now,' he thought humourlessly were already arguing about the next move they should make. It was a wonder the entirety of Riverrun didn't know the inner workings of his court.
The two guards stationed outside bowed, pushing open the two large doors open allowing Robb and his two companions to enter.
Inside, the lords gathered went silent as they watched Robb enter the room. His face calm and his piercing blue eyes looking over the lords before he moved to the head of the table where Theon was stood waiting.
"'Bout time you got here, thought these lot were about to tear each other apart." He muttered quietly, though it was clearly heard amongst the silent lords, each of them sending glares to the Heir of the Iron Islands.
"What seems to be the problem, m'lords? You all seemed to have a great deal of opinions on what we should do next, I'd like to hear them." Much like he should have expected, they all seemed to take this as a sign of continue their earlier arguments, the lords shouting out their ideas only to be interrupted by another. This all eventually descended into chaos and Robb sighed tiredly.
"Alright lads, shut the fuck up!" Greatjon eventually shouted, slamming his fist down on the table making it shake, the figures displayed on the map falling onto the table in a mess. It was entirely unnecessary, the Lord of the Last Hearth having only ever really needed to raise his voice to be heard clearly.
"Thank you, Lord Umber." Greatjon nodded his head, a grin coming to his face as he saw the man he had named King seemingly accepting the role. "Now, I believe we need to bring some order to this before we tear each other apart, yes?" Many of the lords grumbled in agreement, chastised and embarrassed. "Now, if someone would please inform me of the situation…Lord Bolton?"
Roose who had remained silent throughout the proceedings paused, looking to the Young Wolf and studying him. He eventually bowed his head, a show of false subservience, Robb would not doubt for a second that it was all a ploy.
"Of course, your grace." He reached forwards, taking the lion figurines from their positions on the map, all knocked on their sides and having rolled out of position. "After the Battle of the Green Fork, and your own victories here, Tywin Lannister took his men and has since occupied Harrenhall."
Roose followed his words by placing one lion figurine on Harrenhall's position.
"And how did the battle go?" Robb asked curiously, wanting to know the exact measurement of losses that both sides had suffered.
"I did as you asked, marching south slowly. It took us five days to eventually meet the Lannister host, but that was only due to Tywin Lannister marching north to meet us. He sent his vanguard in led by the Mountain to strike our right flank, but as soon as I noticed his right flank moving I called a retreat. Overall, we lost no more than two hundred men and the Lannisters a similar number." Bolton recounted plainly, his voice almost monotonous in its delivery.
Robb nodded his head, watching Roose Bolton place another figure down on Oxcross. He was certainly impressed with Roose, it proved that while he couldn't be properly trusted, the man knew what he was doing. Combined with his own casualties from the Battle of the Whispering Woods and Battle of the Camps, it brought the total number of casualties to just short of one thousand.
"After your victories, Ser Forley Pester marched his four thousand remaining soldiers west, back into the Westerlands. He is currently camped at Oxcross where he has been joined by Stafford Lannister and recruits from Lannisport. It is obvious that their intention is to raise another host. Exact reports on their numbers are unknown however." With that last bit, Roose stepped back, placing the wolf and trout figurine on Riverrun.
Robb studied the map carefully.
"The host Stafford Lannister is a point of concern, if they are not stopped we would be caught between two armies." Tytos Blackwood pointed out and he was met by boos and arguments from his fellow noblemen.
"Bah, fuck the lot of them!" Maege Mormont cursed, even going so far as to spit on the floor.
"Aye, we haven't lost a battle yet. The Old Lions been playing to our tune and have you forgotten, we've got the Young Wolf!" Galbart Glover concurred, a proclamation met with cheers.
"There's no denying that, his grace is a gifted commander." Jason Mallister argued. "But we should not underestimate Tywin Lannister."
"Enough." He spoke firmly, the lords that looked to be on verge of another argument went silent, turning to stare at the Young Wolf. "Lord Mallister is right, Tywin Lannister is not a man we can afford to underestimate otherwise all we've accomplished will have been for nothing. We will not fall into the pitfall of arrogance like the Old Lion has done."
There was a number of nods from those that had shared his views and even those of the North who had firmly believed victory was in their grasp at least seemed mollified.
"However, we will not abandon the Riverlands. Ser Brynden, Lord Edmure Lord Blackwood, you will remain here in charge of keeping Tywin in check, Ser Brynden will be in charge of the overall forces. His position in Harrenhall ensures we need to leave a large number of our forces here in case he moves. Your task will be to ensure he goes nowhere."
The three men in question bowed their heads, though Edmure seemed nonplused at not being given command. Robb was wary of doing so, Edmure was a smart man when it came to logistics but this didn't translate to his skills as a commander which were subpar at best. Ser Brynden on the other hand was a veteran of two wars and was a gifted commander,
It was a difficult decision of course, especially when it came to choosing between Lord Blackwood and the Blackfish. But at the end of the day, while both were veteran commanders, only one was respected by both men of the north and south.
That man, was Ser Brynden.
"Lord Mallister, you and the rest of the lords in Riverland shall retake your former lands. You will be in charge of coordinating this endeavour. I do not want division but unity." He then pointed to Oxcross. "I personally, shall deal with Stafford Lannister and his host. With them gone, all that remains will be the Old Lion himself."
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