The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Julie wasn't wearing her red cloak.

The red cloak would increase her burden.

This was also the rule of her father, Gregor.

Without the red cloak, whether riding or sword fighting, she was indeed more efficient.

Without the red cloak, she also felt faster on horseback.

In twenty days, Gregor had taught Julie to discard all fetters and focus only on the real goal.

Julie's armor was copper-colored.

It was modified from adult armor.

Adam Sharp could hardly recognize Julie.

He had only seen Julie once on the Golden Way outside the Silver Hall. At that time, Julie was sallow and emaciated, her hair dry and split, and other than her calm and indifferent eyes, she was unremarkable, like a beggar.

Almost a month had passed, and Julie had undergone a complete transformation, as if she were a different person.

“Ser Adair, what brings you to my Clegane Keep?” Julie Clegane's voice was clear, but without warmth. Her eyes were sharp, cold, and ruthless.

“Lady Julie, I have come to see Ser Clegane.” Adair waved his hand backward, gesturing towards several prison carts, “These prisoners are the family of the murderer, Alan Sharp. Alan Sharp conspired to poison Ser Clegane and ambushed mercenaries to strangle Ser Clegane's subjects, committing a great crime. Although Alan is dead, his death cannot offset his great crime. We have captured all of Alan Sharp's family and brought them here specifically to be dealt with by Ser Clegane.”

Julie sneered: “Ser Adair, we Cleganes all know in our hearts who the real murderer is.” She stared into Adair's eyes, causing a inexplicable chill to rise in Adair's heart, “Anyone who offends the Cleganes will suffer merciless retribution. The Stranger will one day bring down divine punishment, I, Julie Clegane, firmly believe this.”

“Yes, Lady Julie, I completely agree with what you said. Now that the criminals have been captured and sent here, Lady Julie, can we meet Ser Clegane?”

“Leave the prison carts, and get out!” Little Julie was as cold as ice.

The Sharp family's actions filled her with extreme hatred.

Alan Sharp sought revenge for his lord, but before his bones were cold, his family had already been betrayed by the Sharp family. Are these people's hearts made of the hard ice of the North? Or are they made of the teeth of sharks in the Sunset Sea? Such cruel and merciless behavior, in their eyes, seemed to be a matter of course.

Adair wanted to say something, but Sweetmouth Rafford smiled and said: “Ser Adair, my lady told you to get out, so get out quickly.” Sweetmouth Rafford said the word 'get out' with a smile, as humble and polite as if he were saying 'please'.

“Get out!” Polliver roared.

“Get out!” The Clegane cavalry roared in unison.

Most of these cavalrymen were freemen miners who had been training at Clegane Keep for a short time, but sheep trained with lions would quickly become biting lions.

A fierce aura instantly permeated the air.

Adair and Adam were both famous knights in the Westerlands, with powerful family forces and high martial skills. They were respected in status and position, but they were shouted at to get out by Clegane's recruits.

This humiliation caused their faces to turn as cold and hard as the black stone of the Silver Hill.

“Lady Julie, we have come to meet Ser Clegane to hand over the criminals and apologize to Ser Clegane. Please, Lady Julie, clear the way.” Adair said coldly.

Julie remained silent, drew her short sword, took the small round shield from her back, and with a clang, struck the round shield with her short sword: “Clegane soldiers, I will strike three times. If the Sharps don't get out, take them down. If there is resistance, kill!”

Ho!

The Clegane cavalry shouted in unison!

The faces of the Adair, Adam, and the fifty cavalrymen changed.

Clang clang clang!

Sweetmouth Rafford, the Hangman Dunsen, the fanatical Polliver, and the note-taking Mark all drew their longswords and took down their round shields.

The Clegane cavalrymen took down their round shields, right hand with a long spear and left hand with a round shield, ready for battle.

Clang!

Julie struck the shield with her short sword.

Boom!

The Clegane cavalrymen struck their round shields with their long spears. Striking the shields to strengthen their military might and intimidate the enemy.

A total of sixty cavalrymen, four cavalry officers.

Their weapons struck the round shields at the same time, making a deafening noise.

Clang!

Julie struck the second time.

Boom!

The cavalry followed with the second strike.

The warhorses of the Sharp cavalry, surrounded on all sides, snorted, their hooves tapping uneasily on the ground, and the formation deformed.

But Ser Adair Sharp did not draw his sword. The well-trained Sharp family cavalrymen, although frightened, did not dare to draw their swords.

After Julie struck the second time, she put on her helmet and slowly lowered her visor.

This was a signal, a signal that battle was imminent.

Including the knight Rafford, all the cavalrymen put down their visors, ready for battle.

Menacing gazes stared at the Sharp formation from the narrow slits in the visors, long spears thrust forward, pointing at the bodies of these cavalrymen.

Julie raised her short sword, and as soon as she struck the third time, the battle would erupt violently.

The Sharp cavalry, surrounded on all sides by long spears, were at a complete disadvantage, and because Ser Adair Sharp had not drawn his sword, no one dared to draw their swords.

“Let's go!” Adair's back was soaked with cold sweat.

He raised his hand and gave the order.

So, the Clegane cavalry surrounding the Sharps made way.

Adam breathed a sigh of relief. Several long spears had been pointed at his chest, and as soon as Julie struck, he would be pierced through the body by several spears at the same time.

As Adair and Adam led fifty family cavalrymen away in disgrace, behind them, the Clegane cavalrymen played the round shield song of farewell for them: Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

*

Three carts carrying members of the Alan Sharp family were driven into Clegane Keep.

The doors of the prison carts opened, and the people inside were too frightened to get out.

The terrifying Mountain stood in the courtyard, practicing swordsmanship with a greatsword. His massive body was like a beast from ancient times, except that it had a human form. His longsword was the length of a spear, but in his hands, it was as nimble as a small knife and fork. In the flashing cold light, Clegane's sword moved faster and faster, as agile as a cat and as light as the wind, and his giant feet stomped shallow pits in the ground.

More than a dozen members of Alan's family were dragged out of the prison carts by the cavalrymen. They prostrated on the ground, trembling all over, and no one dared to look up at the Mountain.

The Mountain's ferocity and cruelty filled everyone with fear!

The Mountain continued to practice his swordsmanship and said: “Maester Hallis, take them down for a bath and change them into clean clothes. Then take them to the sept for prayer and swear allegiance to Clegane Keep, and I will not kill them.”

These prisoners looked like they had been severely tortured, their clothes were ragged, and some had whip marks on their faces.

“Yes, my lord! But the sept has not yet been completed.”

“Having the statues of the Seven Gods is enough.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Knight Rafford.”

“Here, my lord.”

“Incorporate the young Sharp men into the cavalry and train them as miners.”

“Yes, my lord.”