Tyrion continued training the Night's Watch to use the "fruit," the wildfire.
In Castle Black's courtyard, training proceeded in an orderly fashion.
"Everyone needs to practice their archery. Wights fear fire, and White Walkers fear dragonglass. If you don't want wights fucking you up the arse, shoot farther and more accurately." Ullmer drilled the soldiers in archery, having them shoot around targets made of hay.
Though Ullmer was old, his arrows still flew as smoothly as silk.
Clang! Eastwatch-by-the-Sea's new master-at-arms sparred with Jaime Lannister, who was still somewhat clumsy. Steel rang against steel.
Addam and Strongboar cheered while the other apprentices watched. The silent Ilyn Payne watched the scene.
Ramsay and Theon, two seething men of the Night's Watch, grappled with one another. The wrestling, brawling Black Brothers were then forcibly pulled apart.
At the Wall, the magic dragons perched atop the fortification.
Gendry and Daenerys gazed at the distant sky and the endless wilderness.
Gendry and Daenerys walked together. The cold here was heartbreaking. He had fire magic, so he was all right, but the soldiers from the South might find it hard to bear later.
Tyrion, Samwell, Jon, the Onion Knight, Tormund, the Wildlings Princess, and the others followed them, along with servants and cupbearers.
"Will the Wall really fall, Your Grace?" Tyrion asked uneasily. "I heard you intend to station the North's army at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, behind Eastwatch-by-the-Sea."
"It's possible," Gendry said. "The Wall isn't all-powerful. It's also possible for the White Walkers to go around it. Once the sea freezes, the tide of corpses will come pouring in."
Samwell recalled the tide of corpses covering the hills and plains. Even the worst scenario could come to pass.
"As you command, Your Grace. Let me count how many armies we have now." The Imp counted carefully.