The Stranger's Summons

"Hehe, it's ready."

Ser Mutton, who occasionally moonlighted as the lord's cook, entered the tent carrying a basin of roasted meat.

Brienne moved the small round table beside the brazier, then fetched a wineskin and goblets, while Mutton placed the fragrant roast lamb on the table.

Gryn sat down and took a bite. "Delicious. Your cooking is getting better and better."

Ser Mutton scratched his head and chuckled foolishly.

Gryn smiled, lifted his goblet for a sip of Summer Wine, and said, "Mutton, what is King's Landing... to House Crabb?"

Mutton's eyes, which seemed to lack a measure of intelligence, appeared to be thinking seriously. After a pause, he replied, "Your new home?"

Gryn could not help but laugh. "A very good answer."

He looked over one of Crackclaw Point's scarce talents—Ser Mutton, who could both fight and read—and continued, "The two thousand Crackclaw Point warriors stationed north of the Iron Gate lack a commander. You will depart tomorrow."

He was going to become a legion commander?

This was his dream (Chapter 88)!

With vacant eyes, Ser Mutton looked at the large piece of roasted meat in his hand, then put it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, he swallowed it whole.

Then, with a thud, the broad, fat Ser Mutton dropped to his knees before his lord.

"My lord, thank you for your gift. I await your command!"

Leaning back in his chair, Gryn gave a slight nod. "I have felt your loyalty. Rise, my warrior."

Once Ser Mutton had sat down again, Gryn continued, "I will assign you ten Vale knights and five Riverlands knights. They will travel to King's Landing with you, and from then on, they will all be under your command."

Ser Mutton nodded his large head. Gryn added, "My loyal knight, what