Harrenhal Mutiny-Raven's Wings

You've completely disgraced the Karstark community!

"Father, the Mountain is too strong; I can't beat him."

"Then you should fight to the death! Fight to the death! Just like your two younger brothers! Instead of becoming a prisoner!"

Harrion saw his father Rickard's white beard bristle like a lion's mane as he chased after him, wielding a longsword.

Harrion sat bolt upright in bed, gasped for breath, and reached inside his clothes to feel around. The fireplace was out, but he was covered in sweat.

Ever since the Battle of the Green Fork, Harrion has often had this dream: in his dream, he is imprisoned by the Lannister in a prisoner-of-war camp, and then his father Rickard suddenly appears to punish him.

"Thank goodness for Jon." Harrion turned to look in the direction of the Tower of Dread, but unfortunately it was blocked by the Kingspyre Tower, which was guarded by Roose Bolton.

Just as Harrion was about to get dressed and go to see the Mountain's body again, he suddenly saw a Raven tapping on his window with its beak.

"Jon's Raven."

Harrion quickly recognized it; sure enough, he saw a small bronze tube on the Raven's foot. After untying the tube, Harrion poured out a small piece of paper.

"What a clever Raven! How was it trained?" Harrion said, unfolding the small note as he looked at the Raven still at the window.

Raven in Westeros seem to only remember routes between castles; it's rare to find one like Jon's Raven that can find its way directly to its own room.

He opened the note and saw the contents. "The warriors of the Mountain Clans have had some conflict with your people. This is my order: put on your inner armor and go make things even bigger."

Read and burn.

"Make things even bigger?" Harrion pressed his large fingers on the note, then moved it closer to a brighter area, thinking he was seeing things.

Having determined that the goal was to "make a big fuss" rather than "suppress it," Harrion pondered for a moment, then casually tossed the small note into the fireplace.

With a flash of light, the small piece of paper was ignited, and soon only ashes remained.

Harrion turned to the Raven and said, "I know, it's already burned."

The Raven spread its wings and fluttered away.

Harrion put on his inner armor, covered himself with his clothes, and was about to leave when he suddenly turned his head to look at the windowsill.

"Good heavens, can Jon's Raven hear me?" But he didn't pay much attention, just scratched his head and prepared to go check.

The Raven, halfway through its flight, spun around, realizing it had perhaps been a little careless.

Harrion quickly arrived at the military camp and saw a group of people fighting from a distance.

Although they were dressed in similar clothes to these people, their accents and demeanor suggested they were Wildlings from Jon's Mountain Clans.

"Make a big fuss about it."

If it weren't for Jon's letter, Harrion would have assumed there was some misunderstanding and would have taken control of the situation before sending someone to inform Jon.

Although he didn't know Jon's intentions, he knew there must be a reason for his actions. Harrion cleared his throat and roared forward:

"Stop it, you bunch of sons of bitches! What are you doing? Do you want me to chop off your heads?!"

Harrion's large beard trembled with his shouts, making him look exactly like his father Rickard in his youth.

"My lord," a soldier from the Karhold stepped forward and explained, "These Wildlings have confiscated our meat, and they still smell of meat on their breath!"

"What? Meat!"

Harrion frowned and looked at the clan warriors who had come to distribute military rations to them. Sure enough, many of them had grease residue stuck to their beards, as if they were deliberately showing it off to them.

He recognized one of them very well.

The man looked strong and powerful, with a faint scar on his neck, giving him a rather wild appearance.

That man was Haken, who was acting on Jon's orders to "cause trouble."

Remembering Jon's instructions, Harrion shouted at Haken, "Wildlings, leave me what you stole!"

Otherwise, you're not leaving today!

"Who are you calling Wildlings? We've given you more than you can handle. If you're still dissatisfied, go find Lord Jon, you prisoner!" Haken retorted defiantly, deliberately emphasizing the word "prisoner."

"What did you say!" Upon hearing someone speak to him like that, Harrion immediately flew into a rage.

"I'm telling you, you're a stinking prisoner!"

"They're all Northern Army, don't push your luck!" shouted a soldier from Karhold, who had been rescued from the battlefield by Jon along with Harrion.

"So what if you don't appreciate my kindness! Harrion Karstark, you're just a stinking prisoner!" Haken, following Jon's orders, insulted him by pointing out his weaknesses.

Harrion suddenly realized that he didn't need to make a big deal out of it. A Wildlings dared to speak to him like that, and he couldn't tolerate it!

But he still maintained a modicum of rationality, unfastened the sword at his waist and threw it on the ground, then strode towards Haken.

Haken casually tossed aside the longsword tucked at his waist, and the two began to rapidly approach each other.

I'm going to knock your teeth out today!

"Then I'll pluck all your beard hairs!"

Almost instantly, the two were locked in a fierce fight, exchanging punches that landed squarely on the skin, with no hint of faking it. The fists slammed into their faces with a resounding thud, and the two rough men attacked relentlessly without defending. Soon, blood was streaming from their noses and mouths, and their heads were battered and bruised.

Seeing that their lords and leaders had already started fighting, the soldiers on both sides naturally did not want to be left behind.

Soon, the warriors of the Mountain Clans and the soldiers of Karstark were locked in combat, fists and helmets flying, teeth and saliva swirling around, and the scene became even more chaotic.

Some of the smarter soldiers ran back to try and get reinforcements.

Although a group conflict broke out among the soldiers here, it was nothing compared to the vastness of Harrenhal.

Meanwhile, Miki Severn is enjoying her breakfast.

Suddenly, I saw a Raven with a bronze letter tube in its beak.

"Jon's Raven."

Meiqi Saiwen immediately recognized who the Raven's owner was.

He ate while emptying the note from the mailbox, and even stopped chewing when he saw what it said.

There was a fight at the foot of the Wailing Tower. Go quickly and burn the note after reading it. Meiqi Saiwen Seven calmly crumpled the note into a ball, but instead of burning it as instructed, he hid it deep inside his clothes. Suddenly, he noticed that the Raven seemed to be observing him, but he didn't pay it any mind. He opened the window and let the Raven fly out on its own.

After quickly tidying up, I ran over to see what was going on.

Soon, Wendel Manderly also recognized Jon's Raven and received his letter, which he also did not destroy.

Then came the lord of the House Hornwood, who chose to destroy the letters.

Soon, a group of nobles arrived at Karstark's camp. By the time they arrived, the battle was nearing its end.

This was, after all, Karstark territory, and Haken and his crew were quickly defeated, all lying on the ground groaning in pain.

Everyone's face was covered in blood, making them look like wolves and foxes. Meiqi Saiwen stepped forward and asked what had happened, and Harrion told her the truth.

"Oh dear, how could Jon let these Wildlings distribute supplies? It's no wonder something bad happened!" In Meiqi Saiwen, Jon was the kind of cautious young man who shouldn't make such a mistake.

But then he remembered the letter the Raven had brought earlier and thought that he might have done it intentionally.

Meiqi Saiwen looked at the others and realized that they were probably here to join in the fun, just as Jon had instructed.

I just don't know what his intention was in doing this.

Just as everyone was wondering, a soldier from the Karhold suddenly shouted, "Look! Those Wildlings are coming again!"

Everyone turned to look and saw a large group of fierce-looking soldiers walking towards them. Many of them were carrying weapons! This was no longer a simple matter of fists.

It seemed like someone was about to die! But upon closer inspection, everyone discovered that Jon was also in the group.

Jon approached Haken and the others. Haken, who was already lying on the ground, tugged at Jon's sleeve and pointed at Harrion and the others, saying, "My lord, these guys! They complained that we weren't given enough food, so they beat us up. And that nobleman, he beat me the hardest!"

A group of soldiers began complaining to Jon, but Harrion quickly stepped forward and said, "Jon, it's not like that! They've withheld our supplies, we..."

Jon looked at the big guy and realized that he was completely "in character" and had forgotten the agreement. But that was fine, as it would make it less likely that he would be exposed.

"Then let Lord Bolton be the judge," Jon said.

"Reason? Jon! It was your men who started this unreasonable behavior! Besides, why would we go looking for that old bastard Bolton!" Harrion seemed not to have reacted yet.

Listening to their conversation, Meiqi Saiwen and the others were also puzzled. Although the conflict was significant, they felt they could resolve it internally.

Besides, nobody here would even look down on Roose Bolton.

But Jon insisted on finding Roose Bolton, which puzzled everyone.

While they were talking, they discovered that Jon had brought the wounded soldiers on stretchers.

The pure white stretchers placed on the black muddy ground looked particularly conspicuous.

"Jon, do you really have to do this?" Harrion looked at Jon with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, I cannot let my soldiers be wounded in vain!" Harrion's voice boomed, and Jon also showed his anger.

But he quickly turned aside, blocking everyone else's view, and whispered in Harrion's ear, "There are weapons hidden in the stretcher. Don't ask any questions, just come with me!"

arms-"

Harrion swallowed hard, instinctively touching the inner armor hidden inside his clothes.