35. O Punho Pesado do Norte

POV EDDARD STARK

I came out a few minutes after the Glover boy and his men. With me, just a few soldiers, trying to reach and see the sea monsters described by Lady Sybelle. I find it hard to believe that such monsters exist and that your son created them.

Now that I get to Deepwood Motte, I see how much the place has changed. He really did a magnificent job in the city, keeping the streets clean, people working, and in the center, in front of his renovated castle, is the healers' house.

We found out he's only here because people recognized me. If it weren't for that, I doubt anyone would give me such important information. People's loyalty to him makes me believe he was blessed in some way.

As soon as we entered the healers' house, we saw numerous soldiers huddled in a corner, their expressions hard with concern. Including those who were at Winterfell just a few days ago now show the same concern.

The place is not big, but it is very clean, airy, and the entrances are wide. Plants adorn around the residence, and those who call healers wear white clothes and cloth masks covering their noses and mouths.

I approach one of them.

"I'm sorry, but which room is Lord Galbart Glover?" I try to be as polite as possible. According to what the boy Glover said, having respect for these people is as or more important than for the King, after all, they are the ones who can save his life in situations like Galbart's.

"Room 12 sir, down this hall." answers the young woman, while she doesn't take her eyes off her work, and just points with her free hand.

"Thanks." thank you for following the direction indicated.

It doesn't take long, and I see old Galbart lying down, his skin paler than usual, and sitting beside him, with an expression that he might explode at any second, the Glover boy.

"Gawen, how is your uncle?" I approach, getting the look of the boy.

"Lord Stark, the healers say he is out of danger, but he needs to be kept under observation for a few more days." he tells me, and I can see his fists clenching tightly.

"I came because your mother said you might make rash decisions. Also to see what kind of monsters she's afraid you'll use." I'm sincere. I will not betray the boy's trust with sweet words and lies.

"After you go to the mansion, I can take you to see my monsters, as my mother says. Funny that her name is on one of them." he jokes, indicating the exit.

He seemed to be slowly calming down. After talking a little with his soldiers, he invites me to visit the mansion.

The wooden castle was now a huge house, on top of the hill, surrounded by beautiful fruit trees, well-tended plants, the forge, the stables, the corral, everything seems to have been moved outside, giving more space to its beautiful garden.

The tower is now made of the same material as the mansion, wood-iron, reinforced and much firmer. After we enter, a man in elegant clothes approaches, handing the young man a letter. Which he opens and reads quickly and then turns to me.

"War, this has to be a joke right?" he looked more incredulous than anything else.

"No, unfortunately Robert has called the flags up against House Greyjoy." and then I notice, he was enraged again. "Why the anger? I thought that's what you wanted." I ask uncertainly.

"My war, not the king's. He must be extremely bored on that throne to scream for war. Or is there something else?" he asks me, and I can only sigh at that.

"It appears that House Lannister has lost its fleet and is trapped, as Robert is married to the Lannister daughter, he is bound to reach out to help. Of course, that's the least shameful excuse, but you're right, he probably is. just bored and yelled war."

Knowing Robert as I do, this is the most plausible reason of all.

"That being so, I will only take the two Fists of the North to this war, it will be more than enough." I see him shrug, "I'll introduce them to you, Lord Stark, follow me."

I then follow him along the side path, down the mountain towards the beaches, where the port was. It was big, and could easily fit more than 50 Greyjoy ticks in there, handily. It took up the whole end of the beach, until it almost joined the island of Ursos.

A large wall of land, capped by gigantic doors, was farther south on the coast, and appeared to be the place where the monsters were kept. Not going to lie, I was apprehensive about it.

It seems that the mountain was excavated and for the height, it was a huge job, but looking at it, I can assume that the island may now very well have a connection with terra firme, that is, he used the earth removed from the mountain, to connect the island of the Bears with Deepwood Motte.

We stop at the docks, and the impressive doors begin to open. From the inside, an impressive and monumental wooden monster, with two huge towers holding the sails that carried not only the fist of the house, but its words.

The impressive red sails, and the robust body, with several small windows, through which small iron mouths came out, was a sight beyond what I was prepared for.

"These are called Galleons. The one that comes forward is the Right Fist, The Heavy Hand of Galbart. That's the monster my mother told you, Lord Stark, and I have 5 of those. Let's just use 2, why not?" I want headaches with the southerners."

He tells me, looking at his expression, he looked like a kid about to get his first ride, what can I say, looking at these things, I can't say I don't understand his excitement.

"My uncle will not be able to command his Galleon, Lord Stark, so only I will be in command of the pair. Do you want to go with me, or would you prefer to take the mounted army south, and join the king and wait for a ride?" he stares at me, a light mischievous laugh gracing his lips.

"How many men can each of them carry?" I ask curious.

"Well, around 2,000 troops, plus the 380 I need to run it fully." he responds excitedly.

"Do you need 380 people to navigate these things?" I ask incredulously, it seems like a waste of manpower.

"He is worth every one of these people, Lord Stark, and it will be proved to you if you travel with me." I can feel how proud he is.

"That being so, I will prepare our men for the journey." I say, as I realize that the boy is following close behind.

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N/A: From the next chapter onwards, it will not be translated into English, if that stops you from reading, too bad. Hugs.