Ch 15 House Codd Part 3

Jon exited his companion after she gave a delighted squeal. He opened his eyes to his own body and stopped leaning against the wall, his body was in the exact same position he had left it at. As he got more proficient with warging, Jon found out that he could leave his body in a default position and that it would stay like that even without his mind wasn't completely there.

It was as if he was able to leave a very tiny part of his consciousness behind that was able to keep all the essential things in his body going that were required to keep it in the default position whether it be sitting or leaning against the wall.

Not even a minute had passed so no one had noticed me except for Robb who was looking at Jon with suspicion. Jon quickly gestured for him to follow while leaving toward the exit, Robb left his weapon and started walking behind him.

They silently walked for a while before they came across a relatively deserted corridor and Jon immediately turned around.

"Were you warging?" Robb asked excitedly in a whisper before Jon could open his mouth and get a word out.

"I was," Jon nodded and continued before he could ask anything else, "And I found three Ironborn ships not far from our coast,"

Robb's eyes immediately widened as he immediately understood what that meant. He didn't ask him anything more and both of them started hurriedly moving toward the Maester's tower. They had created a plan of attack and defense a while back that depended a lot on Frost's intelligence so time was of the essence.

Along the way, Jon filled in Robb about the number of ships and the approximate number of sailors that were on board along the village that was the closest to their location, which would be their most probable target.

Before long they were standing before the Maester's room and without wasting a single moment Robb entered without knocking.

The Maester was sitting behind a desk and making some kind of herbal mixture using a mortar and pestle.

"Ah! You scared me—" Maester exclaimed while slowly putting down the bowl in his hand, "You should know better than to enter without knocking—"

"Jon knows where the next ship is going to attack," Robb said cutting him off.

Maester Luwin was confused for a few moments before he was able to understand what both of them were here for. He quickly stood up and went to the shelf behind him before he took out a map.

Laying the map on the table he beckoned the boys and gestured over the map with his hands before saying, "Where on this do you think the next attack will be?"

The map laying on the table was rough one of all the coastal villages on the eastern side of the North. This one needed to be regularly updated every few years because the villagers that settle there are vulnerable to many things like pirate ships, floods, better opportunities, etc.

"Here," Jon said after looking at the map for a while, he had remembered most of the map for a situation like this beforehand.

"That one would be nearest to the Deepwood Motte," He mumbled to himself before taking a piece of paper and writing on it.

"There are most probably three ships full of Ironborn with about 150 pirates," Robb informed him before he could complete the letter.

"Oh! Did Frost tell you that too," The Maester asked skeptically.

"Yes," Jon immediately nodded, "I trained her very well, she pecked with her beak on a rough map I made and even showed me the number of ships using berries,"

"Yes, I watched it too," Robb lied to back Jon, "Frost showed us using her beak and we would have even shown it to you if she hadn't left for the forest to rest,"

Maester sighed but added in the number of ships on the parchment before sealing it with wax. He immediately took the appropriate Raven out of the dozens in the rookery before tying the letter on its legs and letting it fly out of his window.

"How long would it take to reach there, Maester," Jon asked.

"The Raven should reach the Deepwood Motte in about 5 hours and from there it should only take a fast rider about 2 hours to reach the place where Ser Rodrik has set up camp," Maester said after pondering on the question for a while.

"Then it should be fine," Jon sighed in relief, "They should have plenty of time to set up the ambush we prepared beforehand,"

"We should hope so,"

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