The golden lion banner drooped and fell, while the farmer's banner once again fluttered above House Darry's castle walls.
"Uncle, I've reclaimed Darry Castle for our house."
Watching the soldiers move supplies and tend to the wounded, reestablish the garrison, and repair the fortifications, Martin felt immensely exhilarated.
He clenched his fist and knocked twice against the battlements.
A series of footsteps approached, and Monde ran over to report the casualties from the battle.
"We lost two knights, and one knight was wounded.
Another fifty-seven spearmen were killed and eighty-three wounded, some of them lightly...
The southwestern wall also seems to be damaged. We'll need to find a way to repair it."
Listening to Monde's report, Martin frowned, then quickly relaxed.
The losses in this battle had not been small, but neither were they beyond what they could bear.
They had achieved such results largely thanks to the two hundred archers Roose Bolton had sent.
The archers' "fire support" had indeed played a major role when they stormed the walls.
Martin said,
"All right, I understand. Just block it off with rammed earth and fences for now. The Westerlands army probably won't be back anytime soon. Have everyone rest and recover, then we'll go see Ser Bolin."
Bolin was the retainer Bolton had sent, and he commanded those two hundred archers.
Martin and the Monde brothers soon met with Bolin.
He was directing soldiers to collect any arrows that could still be used.
When he saw Martin and the others, he immediately smiled.
"Lord Martin, Lord Monde."
"Ser Bolin."
The three exchanged greetings, and Martin expressed his gratitude to Bolin and Roose Bolton.
"It's nothing. The Riverlands and the North now defend the same crown. There's no need for you two to be so polite."
Bolin cleverly made their shared