If Gendry wished, Balerion could charge straight in.
One blast of Dragonfire, and the King Beyond the Wall and the Wildlings would all be finished.
But war needed a purpose, and keeping the Wildlings alive to help hold the Wall to the death served a greater purpose.
I'll have to keep an eye on them, Gendry thought. Otherwise, if this entire crowd turned into Wights, it really would be a zombie siege.
Mance's army had suffered no harassment from the rangers, so they had plainly swept straight up to the foot of the Wall.
Otherwise, had they run into the rangers' ambush at the Fist of the First Men, their losses would certainly have been great.
"The King is coming." Jon Snow Stark's intimidation had worked. Faced with threats from the King and the Dragon King, Mance could only try to secure a pact rather than sneak across the Wall.
Even if the Wildlings crossed the Wall, they still faced annihilation against tens of thousands of Iron Knights and Magic Dragons.
"Land! Balerion, good boy."
"Land! Vhagar." Gendry rode Balerion, and Daenerys rode Vhagar down onto the Wall, with the White Dragon following behind.
The cold here cut to the bone, and the wind was like an exuberant lover.
Gendry and Daenerys were both wrapped in bearskin cloaks, looking like bundles of fur.
Beneath his cloak, Gendry wore the magnificent Sable Valyrian Steel Armor, Dragonkeeper. The edges of its scales gleamed gold, making an imposing sight.
The Wall was wider than the Kingsroad here, but it was indeed far too slippery.
The Black Brothers had covered the walkway with gravel, but prolonged trampling had long since worn the stones smooth, and ice gradually filled the gaps between them.
Once it was worn smooth again, they laid down another layer of