Tyrion Lannister knew the maps as well as anyone, but a fortnight on the wild track that passed forthe kingsroad up here had brought home the lesson that the map was one thing and the land quiteanother.
They had left Winterfell on the same day as the king, amidst all the commotion1 of the royaldeparture, riding out to the sound of men shouting and horses snorting, to the rattle2 of wagons3 and thegroaning of the queen’s huge wheelhouse, as a light snow flurried about them. The kingsroad was justbeyond the sprawl4 of castle and town. There the banners and the wagons and the columns of knightsand freeriders turned south, taking the tumult5 with them, while Tyrion turned north with Benjen Starkand his nephew.
It had grown colder after that, and far more quiet.
West of the road were flint hills, grey and rugged7, with tall watchtowers on their stony8 summits. Tothe east the land was lower, the ground flattening9 to a rolling plain that stretched away as far as theeye could see. Stone bridges spanned swift, narrow rivers, while small farms spread in rings aroundholdfasts walled in wood and stone. The road was well trafficked, and at night for their comfort therewere rude inns to be found.
Three days ride from Winterfell, however, the farmland gave way to dense10 wood, and thekingsroad grew lonely. The flint hills rose higher and wilder with each passing mile, until by the fifthday they had turned into mountains, cold blue-grey giants with jagged promontories11 and snow ontheir shoulders. When the wind blew from the north, long plumes12 of ice crystals flew from the highpeaks like banners.
With the mountains a wall to the west, the road veered13 north by northeast through the wood, aforest of oak and evergreen14 and black brier that seemed older and darker than any Tyrion had everseen. “The wolfswood,” Benjen Stark6 called it, and indeed their nights came alive with the howls ofdistant packs, and some not so distant. Jon Snow’s albino direwolf pricked15 up his ears at the nightlyhowling, but never raised his own voice in reply. There was something very unsettling about thatanimal, Tyrion thought.
There were eight in the party by then, not counting the wolf. Tyrion traveled with two of his ownmen, as befit a Lannister. Benjen Stark had only his bastard16 nephew and some fresh mounts for theNight’s Watch, but at the edge of the wolfswood they stayed a night behind the wooden walls of aforest holdfast, and there joined up with another of the black brothers, one Yoren. Yoren was stoopedand sinister17, his features hidden behind a beard as black as his clothing, but he seemed as tough as anold root and as hard as stone. With him were a pair of ragged18 peasant boys from the Fingers.
“Rapers,” Yoren said with a cold look at his charges. Tyrion understood. Life on the Wall was saidto be hard, but no doubt it was preferable to castration.
Five men, three boys, a direwolf, twenty horses, and a cage of ravens19 given over to Benjen Stark byMaester Luwin. No doubt they made a curious fellowship for the kingsroad, or any road.
Tyrion noticed Jon Snow watching Yoren and his sullen20 companions, with an odd cast to his facethat looked uncomfortably like dismay. Yoren had a twisted shoulder and a sour smell, his hair andbeard were matted and greasy21 and full of lice, his clothing old, patched, and seldom washed. His twoyoung recruits smelled even worse, and seemed as stupid as they were cruel.
No doubt the boy had made the mistake of thinking that the Night’s Watch was made up of menlike his uncle. If so, Yoren and his companions were a rude awakening22. Tyrion felt sorry for the boy.
He had chosen a hard life … or perhaps he should say that a hard life had been chosen for him.
He had rather less sympathy for the uncle. Benjen Stark seemed to share his brother’s distaste forLannisters, and he had not been pleased when Tyrion had told him of his intentions. “I warn you,Lannister, you’ll find no inns at the Wall,” he had said, looking down on him.
“No doubt you’ll find some place to put me,” Tyrion had replied. “As you might have noticed,I’m small.”
One did not say no to the queen’s brother, of course, so that had settled the matter, but Stark hadnot been happy. “You will not like the ride, I promise you that,” he’d said curtly23, and since themoment they set out, he had done all he could to live up to that promise.
By the end of the first week, Tyrion’s thighs24 were raw from hard riding, his legs were crampingbadly, and he was chilled to the bone. He did not complain. He was damned if he would give BenjenStark that satisfaction.
He took a small revenge in the matter of his riding fur, a tattered26 bearskin, old and musty-smelling.
Stark had offered it to him in an excess of Night’s Watch gallantry, no doubt expecting him tograciously decline. Tyrion had accepted with a smile. He had brought his warmest clothing with himwhen they rode out of Winterfell, and soon discovered that it was nowhere near warm enough. It wascold up here, and growing colder. The nights were well below freezing now, and when the wind blewit was like a knife cutting right through his warmest woolens27. By now Stark was no doubt regrettinghis chivalrous28 impulse. Perhaps he had learned a lesson. The Lannisters never declined, graciously orotherwise. The Lannisters took what was offered.
Farms and holdfasts grew scarcer and smaller as they pressed northward29, ever deeper into thedarkness of the wolfswood, until finally there were no more roofs to shelter under, and they werethrown back on their own resources.
Tyrion was never much use in making a camp or breaking one. Too small, too hobbled, too in-theway.
So while Stark and Yoren and the other men erected30 rude shelters, tended the horses, and built afire, it became his custom to take his fur and a wineskin and go off by himself to read.
On the eighteenth night of their journey, the wine was a rare sweet amber31 from the Summer Islesthat he had brought all the way north from Casterly Rock, and the book a rumination32 on the historyand properties of dragons. With Lord Eddard Stark’s permission, Tyrion had borrowed a few rarevolumes from the Winterfell library and packed them for the ride north.
He found a comfortable spot just beyond the noise of the camp, beside a swift-running stream withwaters clear and cold as ice. A grotesquely33 ancient oak provided shelter from the biting wind. Tyrioncurled up in his fur with his back against the trunk, took a sip34 of the wine, and began to read about theproperties of dragonbone. Dragonbone is black because of its high iron content, the book told him. Itis strong as steel, yet lighter35 and far more flexible, and of course utterly36 impervious37 to fire.
Dragonbone bows are greatly prized by the Dothraki, and small wonder. An archer38 so armed canoutrange any wooden bow.
Tyrion had a morbid39 fascination40 with dragons. When he had first come to King’s Landing for hissister’s wedding to Robert Baratheon, he had made it a point to seek out the dragon skulls41 that hadhung on the walls of Targaryen’s throne room. King Robert had replaced them with banners andtapestries, but Tyrion had persisted until he found the skulls in the dank cellar where they had beenstored.
He had expected to find them impressive, perhaps even frightening. He had not thought to findthem beautiful. Yet they were. As black as onyx, polished smooth, so the bone seemed to shimmer43 inthe light of his torch. They liked the fire, he sensed. He’d thrust the torch into the mouth of one of thelarger skulls and made the shadows leap and dance on the wall behind him. The teeth were long,curving knives of black diamond. The flame of the torch was nothing to them; they had bathed in theheat of far greater fires. When he had moved away, Tyrion could have sworn that the beast’s emptyeye sockets44 had watched him go.
There were nineteen skulls. The oldest was more than three thousand years old; the youngest amere century and a half. The most recent were also the smallest; a matched pair no bigger thanmastiff’s skulls, and oddly misshapen, all that remained of the last two hatchlings born onDragonstone. They were the last of the Targaryen dragons, perhaps the last dragons anywhere, and they had not lived very long.
From there the skulls ranged upward in size to the three great monsters of song and story, thedragons that Aegon Targaryen and his sisters had unleashed46 on the Seven Kingdoms of old. Thesingers had given them the names of gods: Balerion, Meraxes, Vhaghar. Tyrion had stood betweentheir gaping47 jaws48, wordless and awed49. You could have ridden a horse down Vhaghar’s gullet,although you would not have ridden it out again. Meraxes was even bigger. And the greatest of them,Balerion, the Black Dread50, could have swallowed an aurochs whole, or even one of the hairymammoths said to roam the cold wastes beyond the Port of Ibben.
Tyrion stood in that dank cellar for a long time, staring at Balerion’s huge, empty-eyed skull42 untilhis torch burned low, trying to grasp the size of the living animal, to imagine how it must have lookedwhen it spread its great black wings and swept across the skies, breathing fire.
His own remote ancestor, King Loren of the Rock, had tried to stand against the fire when hejoined with King Mern of the Reach to oppose the Targaryen conquest. That was close on threehundred years ago, when the Seven Kingdoms were kingdoms, and not mere45 provinces of a greaterrealm. Between them, the Two Kings had six hundred banners flying, five thousand mounted knights,and ten times as many freeriders and men-at-arms. Aegon Dragonlord had perhaps a fifth thatnumber, the chroniclers said, and most of those were conscripts from the ranks of the last king he hadslain, their loyalties51 uncertain.
The hosts met on the broad plains of the Reach, amidst golden fields of wheat ripe for harvest.
When the Two Kings charged, the Targaryen army shivered and shattered and began to run. For a fewmoments, the chroniclers wrote, the conquest was at an end … but only for those few moments,before Aegon Targaryen and his sisters joined the battle.
It was the only time that Vhaghar, Meraxes, and Balerion were all unleashed at once. The singerscalled it the Field of Fire.
Near four thousand men had burned that day, among them King Mern of the Reach. King Lorenhad escaped, and lived long enough to surrender, pledge his fealty52 to the Targaryens, and beget53 a son,for which Tyrion was duly grateful.
“Why do you read so much?”
Tyrion looked up at the sound of the voice. Jon Snow was standing54 a few feet away, regarding himcuriously. He closed the book on a finger and said, “Look at me and tell me what you see.”
The boy looked at him suspiciously. “Is this some kind of trick? I see you. Tyrion Lannister.”
Tyrion sighed. “You are remarkably55 polite for a bastard, Snow. What you see is a dwarf56. You arewhat, twelve?”
“Fourteen,” the boy said.
“Fourteen, and you’re taller than I will ever be. My legs are short and twisted, and I walk withdifficulty. I require a special saddle to keep from falling off my horse. A saddle of my own design,you may be interested to know. It was either that or ride a pony57. My arms are strong enough, butagain, too short. I will never make a swordsman. Had I been born a peasant, they might have left meout to die, or sold me to some slaver’s grotesquerie. Alas58, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock,and the grotesqueries are all the poorer. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of theKing for twenty years. My brother later killed that very same king, as it turns out, but life is full ofthese little ironies59. My sister married the new king and my repulsive60 nephew will be king after him. Imust do my part for the honor of my House, wouldn’t you agree? Yet how? Well, my legs may be toosmall for my body, but my head is too large, although I prefer to think it is just large enough for mymind. I have a realistic grasp of my own strengths and weaknesses. My mind is my weapon. Mybrother has his sword, King Robert has his warhammer, and I have my mind … and a mind needsbooks as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.” Tyrion tapped the leather cover of thebook. “That’s why I read so much, Jon Snow.”
The boy absorbed that all in silence. He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, aface that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son.
“What are you reading about?” he asked.
“Dragons,” Tyrion told him.
“What good is that? There are no more dragons,” the boy said with the easy certainty of youth.
“So they say,” Tyrion replied. “Sad, isn’t it? When I was your age, I used to dream of having adragon of my own.”
“You did?” the boy said suspiciously. Perhaps he thought Tyrion was making fun of him.
“Oh, yes. Even a stunted61, twisted, ugly little boy can look down over the world when he’s seatedon a dragon’s back.” Tyrion pushed the bearskin aside and climbed to his feet. “I used to start fires inthe bowels62 of Casterly Rock and stare at the flames for hours, pretending they were dragonfire.
Sometimes I’d imagine my father burning. At other times, my sister.” Jon Snow was staring at him, alook equal parts horror and fascination. Tyrion guffawed63. “Don’t look at me that way, bastard. I knowyour secret. You’ve dreamt the same kind of dreams.”
“No,” Jon Snow said, horrified64. “I wouldn’t …”
“No? Never?” Tyrion raised an eyebrow65. “Well, no doubt the Starks have been terribly good toyou. I’m certain Lady Stark treats you as if you were one of her own. And your brother Robb, he’salways been kind, and why not? He gets Winterfell and you get the Wall. And your father … he musthave good reasons for packing you off to the Night’s Watch …”
“Stop it,” Jon Snow said, his face dark with anger. “The Night’s Watch is a noble calling!”
Tyrion laughed. “You’re too smart to believe that. The Night’s Watch is a midden heap for all themisfits of the realm. I’ve seen you looking at Yoren and his boys. Those are your new brothers, JonSnow, how do you like them? Sullen peasants, debtors66, poachers, rapers, thieves, and bastards67 likeyou all wind up on the Wall, watching for grumkins and snarks and all the other monsters your wetnurse warned you about. The good part is there are no grumkins or snarks, so it’s scarcely dangerouswork. The bad part is you freeze your balls off, but since you’re not allowed to breed anyway, I don’tsuppose that matters.”
“Stop it!” the boy screamed. He took a step forward, his hands coiling into fists, close to tears.
Suddenly, absurdly, Tyrion felt guilty. He took a step forward, intending to give the boy areassuring pat on the shoulder or mutter some word of apology.
He never saw the wolf, where it was or how it came at him. One moment he was walking towardSnow and the next he was flat on his back on the hard rocky ground, the book spinning away fromhim as he fell, the breath going out of him at the sudden impact, his mouth full of dirt and blood androtting leaves. As he tried to get up, his back spasmed painfully. He must have wrenched68 it in the fall.
He ground his teeth in frustration69, grabbed a root, and pulled himself back to a sitting position. “Helpme,” he said to the boy, reaching up a hand.
And suddenly the wolf was between them. He did not growl70. The damned thing never made asound. He only looked at him with those bright red eyes, and showed him his teeth, and that was morethan enough. Tyrion sagged71 back to the ground with a grunt72. “Don’t help me, then. I’ll sit right hereuntil you leave.”
Jon Snow stroked Ghost’s thick white fur, smiling now. “Ask me nicely.”
Tyrion Lannister felt the anger coiling inside him, and crushed it out with a will. It was not the firsttime in his life he had been humiliated73, and it would not be the last. Perhaps he even deserved this. “Ishould be very grateful for your kind assistance, Jon,” he said mildly.
“Down, Ghost,” the boy said. The direwolf sat on his haunches. Those red eyes never left Tyrion.
Jon came around behind him, slid his hands under his arms, and lifted him easily to his feet. Then hepicked up the book and handed it back.
“Why did he attack me?” Tyrion asked with a sidelong glance at the direwolf. He wiped bloodand dirt from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Maybe he thought you were a grumkin.”
Tyrion glanced at him sharply. Then he laughed, a raw snort of amusement that came bursting outthrough his nose entirely74 without his permission. “Oh, gods,” he said, choking on his laughter andshaking his head, “I suppose I do rather look like a grumkin. What does he do to snarks?”
“You don’t want to know.” Jon picked up the wineskin and handed it to Tyrion.
Tyrion pulled out the stopper, tilted75 his head, and squeezed a long stream into his mouth. The winewas cool fire as it trickled76 down his throat and warmed his belly77. He held out the skin to Jon Snow.
“Want some?”
The boy took the skin and tried a cautious swallow. “It’s true, isn’t it?” he said when he was done.
“What you said about the Night’s Watch.”
Tyrion nodded.
Jon Snow set his mouth in a grim line. “If that’s what it is, that’s what it is.”
Tyrion grinned at him. “That’s good, bastard. Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.”
“Most men,” the boy said. “But not you.”
“No,” Tyrion admitted, “not me. I seldom even dream of dragons anymore. There are nodragons.” He scooped78 up the fallen bearskin. “Come, we had better return to camp before your unclecalls the banners.”
The walk was short, but the ground was rough underfoot and his legs were cramping25 badly by thetime they got back. Jon Snow offered a hand to help him over a thick tangle79 of roots, but Tyrionshook him off. He would make his own way, as he had all his life. Still, the camp was a welcomesight. The shelters had been thrown up against the tumbledown wall of a long-abandoned holdfast, ashield against the wind. The horses had been fed and a fire had been laid. Yoren sat on a stone,skinning a squirrel. The savory80 smell of stew81 filled Tyrion’s nostrils82. He dragged himself over towhere his man Morrec was tending the stewpot. Wordlessly, Morrec handed him the ladle. Tyriontasted and handed it back. “More pepper,” he said.
Benjen Stark emerged from the shelter he shared with his nephew. “There you are. Jon, damn it,don’t go off like that by yourself. I thought the Others had gotten you.”
“It was the grumkins,” Tyrion told him, laughing. Jon Snow smiled. Stark shot a baffled look atYoren. The old man grunted83, shrugged84, and went back to his bloody85 work.
The squirrel gave some body to the stew, and they ate it with black bread and hard cheese that nightaround their fire. Tyrion shared around his skin of wine until even Yoren grew mellow86. One by onethe company drifted off to their shelters and to sleep, all but Jon Snow, who had drawn87 the night’sfirst watch.
Tyrion was the last to retire, as always. As he stepped into the shelter his men had built for him, hepaused and looked back at Jon Snow. The boy stood near the fire, his face still and hard, looking deepinto the flames.
Tyrion Lannister smiled sadly and went to bed.
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