Lynn's palm hovered over the filthy swamp.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the solution Lynn had promised.
Yet just when everyone thought he truly had a way, Lynn slowly lowered his hand.
"Hm?"
Greatjon Umber gave a bewildered grunt, the anticipation on his face instantly collapsing.
"Lord Lynn, what...?"
Lynn glanced back at him as though he were looking at an idiot.
Bolton's still here. I can't exactly freeze the swamp in front of him, can I?
"This swamp is enormous. Do you think it's a puddle outside your house?"
Lynn's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the hope that had just flared in their hearts.
Yes, this was the Neck.
A land of death stretching hundreds of miles, one that had swallowed countless lives.
Getting an entire army across by one man's power alone was beyond mortal ability.
Even a god would probably have to think twice.
"Then... what do we do?"
There was a trace of anxiety in Robb Stark's voice, though a flicker of amusement crossed his eyes.
"Do we really have to go around?"
"Around?"
Lynn scoffed.
"We could keep going until next spring and still never reach the Twins."
Lynn walked over to the map, every lord's gaze following him.
"Yesterday, I was thinking that if we could cross the Neck, we could win through surprise."
"Now it seems that plan is completely unworkable!"
"We'll stick to the original plan."
Lynn's finger tapped heavily on the Kingsroad as it wound south.
"The swamp is too dangerous. There are too many uncertainties. We're not taking it."
"We'll march down the Kingsroad and smash straight through them!"
His voice was decisive, leaving no room for debate.
"Let Lysa Arryn, Walder Frey, and all of Westeros see that no scheme or trick can stop