Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

The Onion Knight "Davos Seaworth" was once a smuggler. Smugglers are criminals in Westeros, and he paid the price with four fingers.

Like the origin of his nickname, he was also a knight who became famous during the siege of Storm's End more than ten years ago. He used his smuggling ship "Black Bess" to deliver a shipload of onions and pickled fish to the hungry defenders of Storm's End, who were about to eat human flesh. He supported the castle until the army from the north arrived for reinforcements, thus winning the victory.

Although this knight is not as famous for his bravery as Ser Barristan the Fearless. But no one can deny his courage. He dared to use a smuggling ship to pass through the siege of the Highgarden fleet to support Storm's End. In addition to his superb ship skills, his bravery was also inseparable.

As the Onion Knight, one of the perspective characters, Cole has a great look. During these days of serving under Stannis, he actually regretted not seeing the Onion Knight.

The two of them work for Erlu together in similar capacities, so they probably have more in common. A knight who came down from the Wall, and a smuggler knight.

"Sir Seaworth."

"Lord Julius."

The two civilian knights greeted each other politely. Fortunately, there were no high-status people around them.

"I didn't expect that His Majesty the King would send you here to deliver a message." Cole invited him to sit in front of a tree stump. "I have read the king's letter. I wonder if he has any more messages to convey."

Davos nodded, "You fought an inspiring victory, my lord. Your Majesty is very satisfied. He praised you in front of all the lords. You know that he rarely praises you."

"Your Majesty would like to ask you, what are your plans next?"

"Did something happen in the castle?"

The Onion Knight sighed, "Lord Montfort Velaryon asked your majesty to send troops to fight Renly. He is a radical man. At the meeting, he threatened your majesty. If you don't send troops immediately, he will lead his people back to Tidehead Island. Otherwise, Let’s fight for your majesty again.”

There are really internal and external troubles. Cole has no idea what this Count Velaryon wants to do. He only knows that he is an arrogant guy. But isn’t being busy starting a war now just being busy dying?

"This is really bad news. Your Majesty agreed?"

Davos shook his head, "No."

"Renly seems to be fighting against Storm's End Castle. Even if the food is burned, he will not retreat." Cole looked in the direction of Storm's End Castle in the distance.

"I heard that he sent people to Highgarden to collect food." Davos looked at him.

Looking at his expectant eyes, Cole smiled bitterly, "So what if they knew the news? They won't be stupid enough to be fooled again, Sir.

"You go back and tell His Majesty the King that I will lead people to harass Renly's food transport team, but you also know that I only have these few people and I can't do much at all."

What can eight hundred people do? They have suffered heavy casualties. Those who were knocked off their horses with spears, those who tripped, and those who were hit by arrows. Although their victory was light, they still lost more than 300 brothers, and more than 200 people suffered minor injuries. Wounds that don’t wait.

Every charge loses a few faces.

"I will convey it truthfully," Davos said.

At this time, the smell of meat came, and Cole stood up, "Go and taste horse meat, Sir. When we rode back, two horses fell down, and I had their meat roasted."

"The Dothraki only eat horse meat. They think horse meat can make them stronger." Davos stood up and tried to joke, trying to see Cole's expression.

Cole smiled, "Eating too much meat can easily cause stomach upset, so you still need to eat some fruits. Have you been to Dothraki, Sir?"

Davos shook his head. His smuggling activities were only at sea and on the coast. "The Dothraki have a bad reputation across the narrow sea. Every city-state wishes these guys would stay away from them."

“People who don’t farm are always like this.”

"I heard that one of their horse kings claims to conquer Westeros."

"It won't be easy. I don't think our King will let those guys come across from the sea."

A servant brought horse meat to them on a plate. There was a simple tent in the camp, and Count Duran and a few knights were already eating and drinking inside. When Cole came in, they all stood up to greet him.

With the plate in hand, he sat down on the mat.

"Lord Cole, has the king given any new orders?" A knight cut open the horse meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked at the same time.

The taste of horse meat is not very good, it has a strong smell, and it tastes a bit sour, and the meat is thicker than beef. Before stuffing the horse meat into their mouths, they all nibbled on grilled onions or mixed with blueberries.

"His Majesty asked us to keep up our efforts. When the repairs are completed, we still have a lot of things to do."

A knight raised his drink and said, "Sir Seaworth, you are welcome."

Davos raised his drink in response.

Before Cole and the others came in, they seemed to be talking about something. Sir Jeffrey continued his topic, "The person who led the people to chase us is Fertimo Klein. I met him at the tourney. They came really fast this time, but I think his expression was wonderful when he saw those flames."

"Sir, have you fought with them?" Earl Duran asked eagerly.

"The scouts had already scouted the road. We crossed the Wende River directly on a wooden bridge. Wine barrels were already placed on the bridge. When we crossed the bridge, they burned the bridge with a fire. But there were A few eager guys followed me, and I killed one with my own hands."

"I really wish I could go with you." Duran's face was full of regret, as if he had missed something great. He looked at Cole.

"The war is not over yet, Sir Duran." Cole took a bite of horse meat, which was indeed not very delicious.

"Can you take me with you to the next battle, sir?" Duran asked.

"Okay." He really wanted to go and see it, so let this kid go. But if something happened, it's not his fault. After all, swords have no eyes, and no one can tell what happened on the battlefield.

"Sir, tell us, how did you know they would go from there." A knight couldn't help but ask curiously.

Cole naturally wouldn't tell him about the white dragon, and could only use the scouts to find out to prevaricate.

"Information is an important factor on the battlefield. The more information we have, the more perfect strategies we can formulate, and we can also take action one step ahead of the enemy."

Well, he can only talk nonsense casually. Anyway, few people will take what they say at dinner seriously. Everyone brags and has fun, and forgets it after sleeping.

Before they knew it, the sky had darkened. After the Onion Knight spent the night in the camp, he left the next morning. He had to return to the coast first and then sail back to Storm's End.

Cole was also preparing for the next thing.

They could go directly from the Dorne Mountains into the Kingswood to harass the convoy and some peripheral troops. But in the Kingswood, the White Dragon's vision could not be unobstructed unless a large number of troops were moving. But large troops were not something they could deal with.

Cole could do little, and Stannis could only rely on himself.

Melisandre, Melisandre. What are you waiting for? Kill Renly quickly.