The cheers on the ice plain rose wave after wave, finally swelling into thunder loud enough to shake the sky.
The northern soldiers unleashed their joy at surviving and their boundless adoration for their king in the most primal, fervent way they knew.
Lynn bent down and picked up Euron Greyjoy's head, its eye still open in death.
That lone eye remained wide, frozen with boundless terror and disbelief.
He tossed the head to Robb Stark, who stood beside him, dumbstruck.
"Hang it from the prow."
"Let those Ironborn scum who still dare prowl the western coast see what became of their king."
Robb nodded and took the still-warm head.
Lynn paid the battlefield no further attention.
All that remained was the cleanup.
He turned and walked toward Bear Island's ancient wooden keep.
Wherever he passed, the fervent soldiers parted to either side, dropping to one knee and bowing their proud heads.
The great hall of House Mormont's keep on Bear Island.
The fire blazed in the hearth, driving away the island night's cold, damp air.
Lyanna Mormont curled up beside Lynn like a kitten, her small hands clutching his clothes as though he would disappear the moment she let go.
She had been forcibly taken somewhere safe earlier, but the old maester had already told her everything that had just happened on the ice plain.
A frozen sea, a falling star from the heavens, a Shadow Demon God, Euron Greyjoy crushed to death with bare hands...
Every one of those things was beyond what her little head could comprehend.
She only vaguely understood that Lynn could do anything.
Lynn paid no mind to the clingy little attachment, letting her do as she pleased.
His attention was now wholly focused on the spoils before him.
He had carefully laid