Inside the command tent, Catelyn sat at the head of the table while Jon stood before her with his hands at his sides.
As for Sola, who had been pouring her tea, her disguise was seen through at a glance.
"Jon, I have never heard of a noble's attendant being a woman, nor have I heard of a bastard being allowed to have his own personal guard."
Jon glanced at the tea Sola had spilled when her hand trembled and said, "My lady, I actually call the personal guards you mentioned a reserve force. At critical moments, I lead them in supporting the various fronts. Since I lead them personally and train them often, people have mistaken them for my personal guard."
By then, Sola had wiped the table clean and poured her another cup of tea.
However, Catelyn did not take it. In her eyes, Jon's so-called reserve force was simply a personal guard.
But she could not be bothered to argue further. Catelyn's goal was to transfer Jon's military authority to Roose Bolton.
Naturally, the reserve force he mentioned was included as well.
"Jon, how many soldiers do you have under your command now?"
"Less than three hundred."
"I want you to... What?"
Catelyn thought she had misheard and abruptly leaned forward.
She had not expected Jon to be so shameless. There had been more than three hundred soldiers in the camp alone.
Yet he had calmly given a number that treated her like a fool.
"Jon, say that again. How many men do you have? Lord Bolton told me that you had a full five thousand, including nearly five hundred heavily armored personal guards!"
Jon smiled inwardly. So Roose Bolton sold himself out this quickly.
"My lady, over two thousand of those five thousand are warriors from