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Tam raised his head, seeming to see through the dense forest and the High Mountains to the rich plains below. His eyes brimmed with unconcealed envy. That was his parents' and elder brother's land.
And he himself seemed to have been forgotten by the world.
Just then, the sound of birds taking flight came from the woods below. Wildlings! Everyone sprang to their feet, alert, drew the weapons at hand, and took up their battle positions.
The Mountains of the Moon were crawling with Wildlings. Although they had suffered a heavy defeat, the men had spotted signs of Wildlings over the past few days. They still couldn't be sure whether any had returned.
When they saw that the figures emerging from the dense woods were the lord's soldiers and Bryn, an officer, their taut nerves finally relaxed. Then, they were overcome by intense curiosity.
Their gazes all fixed on the strange cargo covered in black cloth and pulled by horses.
The gate opened, and Bryn strode into the camp. As if returning home, he made his way up to the gatehouse with practiced ease.
His voice rang out like a bell, roaring like a bear and instantly drowning out every other sound in the camp:
"Young men! I'm Bryn! I've come on Lord Suleiman's orders!"
The Second Sons exchanged bewildered looks, their eyes full of confusion.
Bryn paid no heed to their reactions. He stretched out his burly arm and pointed toward the rapids beneath Offshore Cliff and the steep slope that had driven them to despair. Then he spoke loudly.
"I know what's troubling you! Lord Suleiman knows, too!"
His voice echoed through the valley, carrying an undeniable force. "Today! Right here! On behalf of Lord Suleiman!"
"I'll make you real fields! Fields that can hold