Inside the tent, the northern commanders gathered around a crude map, arguing over their next target.
The Lannister supply line wound across the Westerlands like a python.
Provisions came first. If they struck at its weak point, the old lion in Casterly Rock would have no choice but to cower in his den.
Maege Mormont, the lady of Bear Island, had a temper as fierce as her family's sigil.
She slapped the map, her booming voice drowning out every argument.
"A whole tent full of grown men, and all you do is dither!"
"We raid here tomorrow!"
Just then, the flame of the oil lamp in the center of the tent suddenly flared without warning, turning from a dull yellow to an eerie blue.
A sinister chill instantly enveloped the entire tent.
Everyone stopped arguing and warily gripped the hilts of their swords.
"Who's there?"
Robb Stark demanded sharply.
He thought it was a Lannister assassin.
A voice abruptly rang out inside the tent, as though echoing directly in everyone's mind.
"Maege Mormont."
Lady Maege stiffened. She knew that voice all too well.
Lynn!
"My lord?"
She asked tentatively, her eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.
"Euron Crow's Eye's Iron Fleet is sailing toward Bear Island under cover of darkness."
Maege Mormont's heart lurched.
Bear Island! Her home!
Only her daughter Lyanna was there to defend it!
If they...
"No..."
Lady Maege's face instantly turned deathly pale. She swayed, nearly collapsing.
The other commanders in the tent erupted in an uproar.
"Impossible! How dare the Ironborn!"
"Is this information reliable? Lord Lynn, you're in Winterfell. How could you..."
"Abandon your raids on the Westerlands."
Lynn's voice cut through every question, carrying an authority that brooked no argument.
"Robb, Maege, head north at full speed immediately. Pass through Moat Cailin and