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Grey Wind refused to enter the castle, the direwolf clearly had a premonition of bad things to come, and Stark, the idiot, had not listened to his pet, and for nothing. The wedding of Edmar Tully and Roslin Frey. Robb remembered his men being killed, remembered himself being killed with best wishes from Jaime Lannister. He had not seen his mother killed, of course, but he was sure she had not been left alive. But his pregnant wife, Jane Westerling, remained in Riverrun. This wedding was known as the Red Wedding. It was the day the river was stained with blood. Robb remembered how his consciousness finally faded and remembered how it came back. Only it wasn't the grey stone walls of the Twins before his eyes, but the forest. It was too close to the ground, and somehow it was running on four limbs like a wild beast.
Stark sees massive wolf paws in front of him, and in his mouth, or rather in his jaws, he tastes blood. Robb doesn't quite understand what is happening and only gets an answer to his question when he sees his reflection in the river. Two burning yellow eyes stare back at him from the water. How did this happen? Why did his consciousness or soul or whatever you want to call it end up in the body of his lute wolf?! It was not for nothing that people said these wolves were meant for Eddard Stark's children, not for nothing that the bond between wolves and their masters was so strong. We don't know how long Robb will stay in his wolf's body. Does he have a chance to regain his human body? The important thing now is to get as far into the forest as possible, away from the Twins and the North. He thinks that in the North, on his way to Winterfell, they will be looking for him because that's where his homeland is. Where to run to? Arya's nowhere to be found, Sansa's in the South, John's on the Wall. Wouldn't it make sense to run to John on the Wall? If John doesn't understand him, Robb can explain it all to him through the Ghost? It's all too doubtful, but it's the only way out for Stark right now. He's heard of Stannis Baratheon and his Red Priestess, maybe she can give him back his human body. He didn't know where he and his troops were right now. The only option was to go to the Wall, and maybe John could help him there....
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Robb didn't really understand how it happened. His soul moved from the Grey Wind's body into some guy who was on the verge of death. It happened on the way to the Wall, in a small village at the Last Hearth, where the Amber's reigned supreme. In a way, Robb was even lucky that Little John Amber died at the Red Wedding, and his father, as it turned out, was taken prisoner. No one guessed that Grey Wind, the King of the North's direwolf, was running around near their land. Robb simply left the village when he woke up in his new body. It was quite possible that this unknown fellow's kin would be looking for him, but Stark cared little about that anymore. If he achieved his goal, took revenge on the Lannisters and the Freys and regained Winterfell, he would thank the boy's family. By the time he got to the Wall, his brother John had been killed and Stannis Baratheon had declared himself King at the Wall and destroyed Mance the raider's army. The only person who could put in a good word for him and vouch that he was really Robb Stark is dead. It seems the only thing that awaits the former King of the North is death.
Melisandre was away when a newcomer came to the Wall. She was down the southern coast convincing a stubborn, foul-mouthed man to join her sacred cause. In the end, with the help of the Fire God and her own endless patience, she prevailed, and the man agreed to come with her to the north. They travelled back together, and, to her surprise, a bulky, clumsy-looking man turned our to be an apt rider and a season traveller. To her even greater surprise, once they found something in common to talk about, Melisandre discovered that Marwyn the Mage, a Maester from the Oldtown, could be an interesting company. He knew a lot about magic of every sort, every land and every people, from the blessed rites of Red Priests to the foul necromancy of Qarth.
They came to the Wall quickly and without accidents, and at first she was so occupied with keeping Marwyn away from Stannis that she almost missed the news. But, of course, her god did not let her be so blind and foolish for long. One early morning, well before grey and dull winder dawn, she walked into the yard, keeping a brightly lit candle in her hand, and following the direction of the flame walked straight to the place where a young man was lying asleep.
“It is time to wake up,” she told him in a low, friendly voice. “You have come a long way to be here tonight, and I have traveled even farther. And all of it happened so you and I could now talk. Follow me to my place. The night is too cruel here, and the flame is too thin. The cold will not let us talk in peace.”
She walked away without looking back, but when she opened the door to her room, the young man was right behind her. As he had to be.
She offered him a chair and a tea spiced with flowers from the far East. She put her candle on the table, in the row with ten more. Even more candles were placed everywhere she could find place: on the shelves, on the window seal and even on the floor near the door. All of them were burning bright. It was warm in the room. Perhaps, a northerner could say that it was hot, but for her, a child from the south of Essos, it was just warm.
Finally, when she checked that all candles were burning, she sat on her bad and turned to look at the young man. For several long minutes she did not say anything, she was just watching him, as if she was reading something inside him.
“My name is Melisandre,” she finally said. “Tell me your name.”
[nick]Melisandre[/nick][icon]https://forumupload.ru/uploads/001b/da/cb/260/517479.jpg[/icon][fndm]A Song if Ice and Fire[/fndm][lz]The flame knows the answer[/lz]
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