Chapter 127 - The Battle of Haigh Castle (I)
"I like ambushes, you never know who will be ambushed until the end." Aenar, on a hill, looking at the army of House Frey.
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The war march set off from Moat Cailin and marched down the King's Road like a tidal wave of men. Even from miles away, you could hear the sound of the army marching.
"Lord Reed, you look like you want to say something." Aenar asked, looking at the Green Seer, or at least part of one. The man wasn't that talented to be considered a true Green Seer.
"I'm looking for any signs that Your Grace is Lady Lyanna's son, but no matter how much I look, there aren't any." Howland, Lord of Greywater Watch, commented in a low, calm tone, his face obscured by the green cloak that covered his body.
"Have you fallen in love with my mother, Lord Reed?" Aenar asked with a smile, watching the shorter-than-normal man with interest. With his mother's beauty and charm, he wouldn't have been surprised if such a thing had happened.
Howland Reed lifted his gaze and looked directly into Aenar's eyes before replying in a calm tone. "No, but I've always admired your mother. She was a strange woman, even by Northern standards, a true nature spirit."
Aenar didn't sense any lies coming from the man, so he believed Howland's words.
"It seems that my mother really did leave a mark on you." He spoke in an amused tone, despite the increasingly tense atmosphere because of the war.
Howland nodded. "Memories that I will take to my grave with great esteem. Lady Lyanna was someone I would give my life for, if necessary."
"Or act cowardly, like shooting Ser Arthur Dayne in the back." Aenar added in a calm tone, but whether it was Leda, Willam or Barristan, all three looked at Howland with sharp glances.