If that was truly the case, it could only mean that the ties between the Night's King and the Starks went back a long way, deeper than people imagined.
House Stark's weapon was also a Frostsword, similar to the weapons of the White Walkers. Who knew whether it had been taken from the Night's King?
"I only knew there were two swords called Ice. This is the first I've heard of the White Walkers' Frostswords," Robb said quietly.
But every Stark knew the story of the first Ice.
Ice had originally been an ancestral sword passed down by the Stark kings of the Age of Heroes, but it had later vanished without a trace.
More than four hundred years ago, House Stark had acquired a Valyrian steel greatsword and given it the same name as their ancestral sword from the Age of Heroes.
"The coming war will be brutal," Gendry told Robb. "Fight if you can, retreat if you can't. Winterfell may be your home, but in the broader struggle for humanity, it can only count as the first battle line."
"I understand, Your Grace." Robb nodded.
Gendry was somewhat worried about Robb's fate. It was entirely possible that Robb might charge recklessly into battle. He hoped Robb would remain safe in the war against the White Walkers.
Still, Gendry did not think Winterfell was necessarily doomed. The Night's King and the Starks were actual kin. Even if he destroyed other places, might he still spare a thought for Winterfell?
It was like the Three-Eyed Crow. He claimed not to be a Targaryen, but there was still a little blood connection lurking beneath the surface.
Another important matter had also been settled. When Rickon was a little older, he would be able to come to court as a page.
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