章節 14: Chapter 13
Over the next few days, Cregan made it a point to check on the progress of a project he had entrusted to his mother, Ashara, along with his betrothed, Rhaenys, Princess Elia, and his Aunt Lyanna during his absence at war: the creation of maple syrup from the sap of the maple trees found in the Wolfswood.
He found them in a secluded area of the castle, where they had set up a makeshift workshop. Large cauldrons bubbled over open fires, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of boiling sap. Ashara, Rhaenys, Elia, and Lyanna were busy overseeing the process, carefully stirring the contents of the cauldrons and skimming off any impurities that rose to the surface.
Approaching them, Cregan watched with interest as they worked. "How is the project coming along?" he inquired, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Ashara turned to him with a warm smile. "It's progressing quite well, my dear," she replied. "The sap has been collected from the maple trees, and we've been boiling it down to extract the syrup. It's a slow process, but the results are promising."
Rhaenys, her hands sticky with syrup, nodded in agreement. "It's been a lot of work, but it's worth it," she added. "The syrup has a rich, sweet flavor that I'm sure everyone will enjoy."
Princess Elia, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the fire, chimed in, "Indeed, Cregan. It's been a fascinating endeavor, and I believe we're close to perfecting the recipe."
Aunt Lyanna, ever the practical one, nodded in satisfaction. "With a bit more refining, I believe we'll have a product worthy of the Stark name," she remarked, her tone confident.
Cregan smiled, impressed by their dedication and enthusiasm. "I have no doubt that you will," he replied. "Keep up the good work, everyone. I can't wait to taste the final result."
His mind was already wandering to the potential of the dense forests of 'The Gift,' with their abundance of Oak, Pine, and Maple trees—just one of the reasons he was eager to reclaim the land and its undiscovered resources.
He envisioned the rich, flavorful dishes that could be crafted from ingredients sourced from those ancient forests. The thought of savory oak-smoked meats, delicate pine-infused sauces, and decadent maple-glazed desserts filled him with anticipation. 'The Gift' was truly a treasure trove waiting to be unlocked, and he was determined to make the most of it.
He then turned to the practical matters at hand. "When do you think you will be ready for production, and how much manpower will you require?" he asked, curious about the logistics of scaling up the operation.
"We anticipate being ready for production within the next two months," Ashara replied. "To scale up the operation, we estimate that we will need an additional twenty workers and the necessary equipment to process the timber efficiently."
Cregan nodded thoughtfully, already formulating a plan to meet the manpower and equipment requirements to maximize the utilization of their current resources.
"Thank you, Mother. I'll make sure we have everything in place to support the expansion. Let's ensure we're fully prepared for production within the next two months," he assured.
"Cregan nodded thoughtfully, already formulating a plan to meet the manpower and equipment requirements to maximize the utilization of their current resources.
Manpower was no longer the problem, given the growing population of Wintertown. The influx of people from the South migrating to the North due to the abundance of opportunities in lieu of the growing Northern economy in the past five years had significantly contributed to this.
As Cregan left the workshop and made his way to his Solar, he found his Uncle Ned already present there with his steward Vayon Poole, along with Jory Cassel, who he had sent to visit the Mountain Clans in the North of Winterfell to check claims of Iron Ore deposits found by and mentioned in the journal of his namesake, Cregan Stark.
"Uncle Ned, Jory, Vayon," Cregan greeted them as he entered the room, his voice carrying an undertone of anticipation.
Ned Stark nodded, his expression serious but welcoming. "Cregan, good to see you. Jory has returned with news about the Mountain Clans."
Jory Cassel stepped forward, a map in hand. "My lord, the Clansmen confirmed the presence of iron ore in the mountains, just as the old journal described. They're willing to trade, but they're wary of outsiders."
Cregan's eyes gleamed with interest. "How much do we know about the extent of these deposits?"
Vayon Poole, ever the meticulous steward, stepped forward, a sheaf of papers in hand. "We've been compiling reports and rumors, my lord. It seems the ore is quite abundant, potentially enough to revitalize our smithing industry."
Cregan nodded thoughtfully. "We'll need to establish a trade agreement with the Clans. We can offer them something in return, perhaps assistance with defending their territory or providing resources they lack."
Ned chimed in, his voice resonating with authority. "We must tread carefully. These Clans are fiercely independent. We need to approach them with respect and diplomacy."
Cregan nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Uncle. We'll go ourselves to negotiate with them, ensuring fair trade and mutual benefit."
Jory added, "I've spoken with some of the Clans' leaders. They're open to negotiation, but they won't tolerate any attempt to exploit their land."
Cregan clasped his hands together. "Very well. Vayon, prepare a delegation. We leave for the mountains at first light."
Vayon Poole nodded, already jotting down notes. "Yes, my lord. I'll make the arrangements immediately."
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The delegation to the mountains included Cregan Stark, Ned Stark, Benjen Stark, his wife Dacey Mormont-Stark, Cregan's uncle Ser Arthur Dayne, Cregan's betrothed Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, Jory Cassel, and Stark soldiers. Rhaenys had insisted on coming, wanting to explore more of the North. As they journeyed, Cregan couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, knowing that each step brought them closer to discovering the secrets hidden within the rugged peaks.
"Have you ever seen anything like this, Rhaenys?" Cregan asked, gesturing to the towering mountains that loomed ahead.
Rhaenys's eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the breathtaking scenery. "Never," she replied, her voice filled with wonder. "The North is truly magnificent."
Benjen Stark rode up beside them, a grin on his face. "Wait until you see the view from the top," he said, nudging his horse forward. "It'll take your breath away."
Dacey Mormont-Stark, always one for adventure, chimed in, "I can't wait to explore these mountains. Who knows what we might find hidden up here?"
Ser Arthur Dayne, the seasoned knight, spoke up, his tone serious. "We must proceed with caution. These mountains are treacherous, and we know not what dangers they hold."
Ned Stark, ever the pragmatic one, nodded in agreement. "Arthur's right. We must stay vigilant and stick together. Safety in numbers."
Jory Cassel, the loyal Stark man-at-arms, rode close to Cregan's side. "We'll keep a close watch, my lord. You have my word."
As they continued their journey into the heart of the mountains, the sense of anticipation among the group only grew stronger, each member eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the rugged peaks.
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As they traverses through the rugged terrain inhabited by the Northern Mountain Clans, Cregan could feel the weight of the task ahead. The clans, known for their fierce independence and proud traditions, were not easily swayed. However, with the potential benefits that the discovery of iron ore could bring to both the clans and the North as a whole, Cregan was determined to find common ground.
Upon reaching the designated meeting place, Cregan and his delegation were greeted by representatives from the various clans. The Wulls, the Norreys, the Harclays, the Burleys, the First Flints, the Knotts, the Liddles, and others had assembled to discuss the matter.
Cregan stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet authoritative. "Greetings, noble clans of the Northern Mountains," he began, his voice carrying across the rugged landscape. "We come to you with an opportunity that could benefit us all."
He explained the discovery of iron ore in their mountains and the potential for prosperity that it offered. "With your cooperation, we can work together to extract and trade this valuable resource, bringing wealth and security to our lands," he proposed.
Ned Stark, standing beside Cregan, added his voice to the negotiation. "We understand the importance of your autonomy and respect your way of life," he said. "But we also believe that by working together, we can ensure a better future for all of us."
Benjen Stark, Dacey Mormont-Stark, Arthur Dayne, and Rhaenys Targaryen each spoke in turn, emphasizing the benefits of cooperation and the mutual prosperity that could be achieved through a partnership between the clans and the rest of the North.
The representatives of the clans listened intently, their expressions unreadable as they weighed the proposal. After a moment of tense silence, the Wull clan leader stepped forward, his gaze piercing.
"We are not easily swayed, Stark," he declared, his voice rough with authority. "But we will consider your proposal. If it benefits our people and does not compromise our way of life, we may be willing to forge an alliance."
Cregan nodded, acknowledging the cautious optimism in the clan leader's words. "Thank you for your consideration," he said respectfully. "We are hopeful that together, we can find a solution that benefits us all."
With the negotiations underway, Cregan and his delegation remained hopeful that they could reach an agreement that would unlock the potential of the iron ore deposits while honoring the traditions and autonomy of the Northern Mountain Clans.
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As there was a break in the negotiations, Cregan and his party heard about a series of vicious bear attacks happening in the vicinity. Recognizing the opportunity to strengthen their relationship with the locals and perhaps gain favor in the negotiations, they decided to prepare for a bear hunt.
Gathering their weapons and supplies, Cregan, along with his companions, made their way into the surrounding wilderness. The air was crisp with the scent of pine, and the sounds of the forest enveloped them as they ventured deeper into the woods.
Tracking the bear's movements wasn't an easy task, but Cregan and his skilled companions were up to the challenge. With each step, they grew more determined to bring an end to the menace that had been terrorizing the area.
Finally, after hours of careful searching, they spotted the massive beast. With a silent signal, they prepared to engage in the hunt, knowing that the success of their mission could have far-reaching implications for their negotiations and the safety of the region.
Cregan glanced at his companions, his eyes filled with determination. "This is it," he said, his voice low but resolute. "Let's take down this beast and put an end to the attacks."
Uncle Ned, always calm under pressure, nodded in agreement. "Agreed," he replied, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. "We'll need to work together to bring it down."
Aunt Dacey, her eyes shining with excitement, grinned eagerly. "I've been waiting for this," she said, her voice tinged with anticipation. "Let's show this bear what we're made of!"
Rhaenys, her bow at the ready, surveyed the scene with a steely gaze. "Stay focused, everyone," she cautioned. "We need to be precise and coordinated if we're going to succeed."
With a shared nod, they moved forward, each step bringing them closer to their quarry. The tension in the air was palpable as they closed in on the bear, their senses heightened and their adrenaline pumping.
As Cregan, Ned, Arthur, Benjen, and Dacey cautiously approached the bear with spears in hand, Rhaenys and a couple of skilled Stark soldiers adept at archery took positions at a safe distance, finding a vantage point from where they could get a clear shot at the bear.
Cregan signaled to his companions to spread out slowly, ensuring they didn't startle the massive beast. The bear, sensing their presence, turned towards them with a low growl, its fur bristling.
Ned whispered to Arthur, "We need to keep it distracted. Benjen, Dacey, be ready to move in when we have its attention."
Arthur nodded, his sword at the ready as he and Ned stepped forward cautiously, speaking in low tones to keep the bear focused on them. Benjen and Dacey positioned themselves slightly to the side, spears gripped tightly, ready to act if needed.
Meanwhile, Rhaenys and the Stark soldiers notched their arrows, eyes fixed on the bear's movements. They waited for the perfect moment, their bows drawn taut, ready to strike with precision.
The tense silence was broken by the sudden lunge of the bear towards Ned and Arthur. With swift reflexes, Benjen and Dacey darted forward, spears aimed at the bear's flank, diverting its attention from Ned and Arthur just in time.
Seeing the distraction, Rhaenys and the Stark soldiers took their shot. Arrows flew through the air, finding their mark with deadly accuracy. The bear roared in pain as the arrows struck true, weakening its charge.
Cregan seized the opportunity, spear in hand, moved swiftly towards the bear's side, joining Benjen and Dacey. Together, they maneuvered the bear carefully.
As the bear lunged towards Cregan, its massive form poised to strike, a sudden rustling in the underbrush signaled the arrival of unexpected reinforcements. Emerging from the shadows were two direwolves, their size and presence commanding instant attention.
The first, a pitch-black male with piercing grey eyes, leaped in front of Cregan with startling agility, intercepting the bear's charge mid-air. Its powerful jaws clamped around the bear's neck, forcing it back with a guttural growl.
Simultaneously, the second direwolf, an ashy grey female with intense amber eyes, darted in from the side, her speed and grace matched only by her lethal precision. She lunged at the bear's hindquarters, her teeth sinking into its flesh with a fierce determination.
Caught off guard by the sudden appearance of these formidable creatures, the bear roared in defiance and pain, thrashing wildly in an attempt to break free from the direwolves' grasp. Cregan, Benjen, and Dacey seized the opportunity, regaining their footing and maneuvering away from the chaotic melee.
With a coordinated effort, the direwolves continued to harry the bear, their primal instincts and sheer size overwhelming the beast. Slowly but surely, they managed to drive it back, pushing it further away from the Stark delegation.
Breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush, Cregan watched in awe as the direwolves worked together seamlessly, their bond with each other and their protective instincts towards the Starks evident in every calculated move. The massive bear, its fur matted with sweat and fury, snarled and swiped at the wolves, but they darted in and out with precision, distracting and maneuvering it expertly.
"Benjen, Dacey, now!" Cregan shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos of the confrontation. With a nod, Benjen and Dacey spurred their horses forward, guiding the bear towards a narrow pass between two rocky outcrops.
The direwolves, sensing the opportunity, lunged forward as one, harrying the bear towards the chosen spot. In a swift and coordinated effort, they herded the beast into a vulnerable position, where Cregan had been waiting with poised determination.
With a quick, decisive thrust, Cregan plunged his spear towards the bear's eye, aiming true with the precision of a seasoned hunter. The bear let out a thunderous roar of agony as the spear pierced through its eye socket, delivering a fatal blow.
As the bear collapsed heavily to the ground, Cregan stood there, chest heaving, surrounded by his loyal direwolves and the relieved but exhilarated faces of Benjen and Dacey. They exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting the unspoken understanding of the bond forged in the crucible of battle—a bond strengthened by trust, bravery, and the primal instincts of survival.
As Cregan Stark looked at the Black Direwolf with its striking grey eyes, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. Those eyes reminded him of Sirius Black, whose Animagus form had been a massive black dog.
He approached the majestic creature cautiously, feeling a strange connection. "You remind me of someone I once knew," Cregan murmured softly, almost as if speaking to Sirius himself. The Direwolf regarded him with a curious tilt of its head, seeming to understand the unspoken bond between them.
The Black Direwolf sniffed at Cregan, its large, intelligent eyes fixed on him. Then, unexpectedly, it began to lick his face with a gentle affection, much like a loyal dog. Ned and Benjen Stark watched in astonishment, exchanging looks of disbelief and wonder. The sight before them was something they had only heard in tales of the ancient Starks—bonding with Direwolves, creatures of the North known for their fierce loyalty and connection to the Stark lineage.
"Cregan," Ned finally spoke, his voice filled with awe, "it seems you've found yourself a true companion."
Benjen nodded in agreement, a rare smile breaking across his face. "The Old Gods have favored you, nephew. To have such a bond with a Direwolf..."
Cregan chuckled softly, scratching behind the Direwolf's ears as it nuzzled against him. "I never imagined it would happen like this," he admitted, feeling a deep sense of pride and connection to his Northern roots.
"I think I'll name you Padfoot," Cregan said affectionately, looking into the Direwolf's intelligent eyes. "You'll be a fine companion on our journeys, won't you?"
The Direwolf let out a contented rumble, seemingly understanding its name already. Cregan smiled, his heart warmed by the bond forming between them. "Padfoot it is then," he declared, his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction as he continued to stroke the magnificent creature beside him.
As they continued their playing, the Grey Direwolf, likely Padfoot's mate, caught their attention with a soft, plaintive whine. Cregan recognized the longing in the animal's eyes and sensed her desire for companionship. Turning to Rhaenys, he called out to her.
"Rhaenys, come down here," Cregan urged gently, gesturing toward the Grey Direwolf. "She seems to seek some company too."
Rhaenys walked closer, her curiosity piqued. "What does she want?" she asked, her voice tinged with wonder.
"I think she wants to bond with someone as well," Cregan replied, watching as the Direwolf approached Rhaenys cautiously, yet with evident interest.
Rhaenys walked over gracefully, approaching the Grey Direwolf with a calm demeanor. She extended her hand slowly, offering the animal a chance to sniff and inspect her. After a moment's hesitation, the Direwolf nudged Rhaenys's hand with her nose, a sign of acceptance.
Cregan smiled, pleased to see the bond forming between Rhaenys and the Direwolf. "Looks like you've made a friend," he remarked warmly.
Rhaenys chuckled softly, her eyes fixed on the majestic creature before her. "She's beautiful," she murmured, running her fingers gently through the Direwolf's fur.
Cregan smiled fondly as he watched Rhaenys interact with the Direwolf, marveling at her ease with the formidable creature.
"She's quite taken with you," he remarked, his voice tinged with admiration.
Rhaenys looked up at Cregan with a soft smile, her fingers still gently stroking the Direwolf's fur.
"I think I'll name her Meraxes," she said thoughtfully, referring to one of the great Targaryen dragons.'
Cregan chuckled, nodding in approval. "Meraxes it is then,: he agreed, his gaze lingering on Rhaenys. "A fitting name for such a majestic companion."
—
The Stark party arrived back at the designated meeting spot, their presence marked by the solemn procession of Stark soldiers carrying the massive corpse of the bear they had slain in the mountains. Cregan Stark and Princess Rhaenys Targaryen rode at the forefront, Cregan on his trusted steed Padfoot, and Rhaenys on her formidable mount Meraxes. They were flanked closely by Ned Stark, Ser Arthur Dayne, Benjen Stark, and Dacey Mormont-Stark, their faces etched with both weariness and pride.
Cregan dismounted gracefully as they reached the gathering point, his gaze sweeping over those assembled. "Here is the beast that was attacking your lands," he announced, a hint of satisfaction in his voice despite the gravity of their task. The Stark soldiers carefully laid the bear's carcass down, its fur matted and formidable claws still fearsome even in death.
The Chief of the Wull Clan, a grizzled man with weathered features, stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Cregan with a mix of respect and gratitude. "The Cregan," he began, his voice carrying across the clearing, "we thank you for ridding us of this menace. It has plagued our lands for too long."
Cregan inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the chief's words. "It was our duty to ensure the safety of all who call these mountains home," he replied solemnly.
The chief nodded in understanding before raising his voice to address his people. "Tonight, we feast in honor of this great hunt," he declared, his words met with cheers and applause from the gathered clansmen.
After the cheers settled, Cregan seized the opportunity and approached the chief respectfully. "Chief Torrhen," he began, "your hospitality is greatly appreciated. May I speak with you about another matter of importance?"
The chief, a sturdy man with weathered features, nodded gravely. "Of course, the Cregan. What is on your mind?"
"I suggest a partnership," Cregan replied diplomatically. "Our craftsmen and miners could work together with your people to extract the ore. We would ensure fair compensation for your clan and share in the profits derived from its sale."
The chief nodded slowly, mulling over the proposal. "A partnership could bring prosperity to our clans," he admitted. "But we must ensure our traditions and lands are respected in the process."
"Absolutely," Cregan affirmed earnestly. "I pledge that the extraction will be done with the utmost respect for your lands and people. Together, we can forge a strong alliance that benefits both of our clans."
Chief Torrhen extended his hand in agreement. "Very well, Lord Stark. Let us discuss the terms further tonight, over the feast. It seems there is much to gain from this venture."
Cregan nodded, a sense of satisfaction spreading through him. This negotiation could mark the beginning of a fruitful partnership between their clans, as well as secure valuable resources for the North.
—
The feast with the Mountain Clans was a lively affair, set in a vast hall adorned with trophies of hunts and battles. Cregan Stark, accompanied by Ned, Benjen, Dacey, Ser Arthur Dayne, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, Jory Cassel, and their Stark soldiers, was welcomed with hearty cheers and songs that echoed off the stone walls.
Cregan raised his horn of ale in salute to their hosts, the leaders of the Mountain Clans seated at the high table. "To friendship and shared lands!" he called out, and the sentiment was echoed by his companions.
The Clan leaders, rugged and weathered, responded with gruff approval, lifting their own tankards in acknowledgment. One of them, a burly figure with a thick beard, spoke up, "Aye, to friendship and shared lands! May our bond grow stronger, Stark."
Princess Rhaenys, ever curious about the customs of the North, leaned in to ask Cregan quietly, "Do they often host feasts like this?"
Cregan smiled, enjoying her interest. "Not often, but when they do, it's a celebration worth attending. The Mountain Clans value loyalty and bravery above all else."
Meanwhile, Ser Arthur Dayne engaged in conversation with one of the Clan leaders about the terrain and the strategic importance of their lands. "Your knowledge of these mountains is impressive," he remarked, genuine admiration in his voice.
Ned Stark, seated nearby, listened intently as another Clan leader recounted tales of hunts and battles fought against wildlings and other threats. His respect for their resilience grew with each story.
Dacey Mormont-Stark, known for her prowess in combat, found herself challenged to a friendly wrestling match by one of the Clan's champions, much to the amusement of the gathered guests. She accepted with a grin, eager for the physical challenge.
Throughout the evening, songs of bravery and survival filled the hall, interspersed with bouts of laughter and the clinking of tankards. As the feast continued well into the night, Cregan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of camaraderie with the Mountain Clans, knowing that their alliance would be crucial in safeguarding the North's rugged frontier.
—
As Cregan finished the negotiation with the Mountain Clan leaders, a sense of satisfaction settled over him. The discussions had been tough, but fruitful, securing an alliance that would benefit both their clans. As a gesture of goodwill, the Clan leaders presented Cregan with a cloak made from the pelt of the bear he had bravely slain during their encounter in the mountains.
Cregan accepted the gift with gratitude, feeling the weight and warmth of the bear fur in his hands. "Thank you," he said sincerely to the Clan leaders. "This is a remarkable gift. I will wear it proudly."
The Clan leaders nodded solemnly, their respect evident in their eyes. "It is a token of our appreciation for your bravery and leadership, the Cregan," one of them spoke. "May it serve you well."
With a nod of acknowledgment, Cregan draped the bear fur cloak over his shoulders, feeling a surge of pride. It was not just a garment; it was a symbol of the bonds forged between their peoples and a reminder of the rugged beauty and challenges of the Northern lands.
As they prepared to depart, Cregan glanced back at the Clan leaders once more, a silent promise in his eyes to uphold the alliance they had sealed today. The journey back to Winterfell would be a triumphant one, the weight of the bear cloak a testament to their successful negotiation and the strengthening of Northern unity.
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