Inside the hall at Castle Black.
"So, what brings someone so distinguished to my humble castle?" Jeor, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, asked in a calm tone. He took a sip of beer and looked deeply at the wizard beside him.
Cadmus was no ordinary person, not to mention that he had burned an entire city; the mere fact that he was on the Small Council was enough for Jeor to take the visit of someone so powerful and influential seriously.
"If I were to say that humanity is about to face a calamity, what would you think, Lord Commander?" Cadmus said with a smile, looking at the old bear with a touch of amusement. He knew the man would not believe something so absurd.
However, Cadmus underestimated something: his prestige.
"If someone like you talks about calamity, we are dead." Jeor said with a frank and calm tone, but there was a deep concern and solemnity in his gaze.
"You believe it?" Cadmus asked with a surprised and incredulous tone. He was talking about a great calamity, not just any matter. A normal person would have doubted and even mocked him, calling him crazy.
Jeor couldn't help but look at the wizard with a strange expression, taking another sip of beer, the Lord Commander said: "Why would I doubt the words of a wizard who was capable of burning a city?"
Cadmus was powerful, in Jeor's eyes, there was no need for lies, especially with something so important and dangerous. So, if Cadmus said a great calamity was coming, Jeor believed it without a second thought.
Cadmus looked at Jeor and couldn't help but think that humans were truly the most adaptable creatures in the world. At the same time, he forgot that he himself was very famous at the moment. Although it was an enormous infamy to burn a city, it was still something very prestigious. Who could boast the title of burning a city alone?
"Lord Commander, have you noticed anything abnormal recently?" Cadmus asked in a solemn tone, completely losing the amusement in his voice.
Jeor narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep tone. "I have received countless reports about the Wildlings migrating south, all saying they are fleeing from dead creatures. Not only that, even the animals are migrating on a large scale."
"They are the Others and their armies of Wights." Cadmus did not hide it and spoke plainly. Jeor's face hardened for a moment before relaxing again. He drank his entire cup of beer and wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with his arm.
"It seems I will fight against evil like my ancestors." Jeor spoke in a calm tone. There was no fear in his voice; he had long lost his fear constantly fighting between life and death. He only regretted not being able to see his family one more time.
"Don't worry, the Others need to destroy the Wall to march south." Cadmus said. "However, what worries me is not the Others, but the army of hundreds of thousands of undead who do not need to eat, rest, or even die."
Jeor took a deep breath at what he was hearing; there was an unprecedented solemnity in his expression. As a former Lord, he knew what an immortal army meant, one that didn't need food or rest! It was practically what every ruler wanted.
"If they are immortal, how will we defeat these monsters?" Jeor asked with a worried tone. He did not fear death; he feared dying without purpose. What is the reason for fighting a fight that cannot be won?
"They are not immortal." Cadmus replied, he looked at the Lord Commander and continued speaking. "Dragonglass, dragonfire, and Valyrian Steel can kill the Wights, just as they can kill the Others."
A huge weight was lifted from Jeor's shoulders; he couldn't help but look at his sword, Longclaw, a Valyrian Steel sword.
"Dragonstone has a reserve of Dragonglass; we will personally craft weapons and deliver them to the Night's Watch." Cadmus said, drinking some beer, but finding the taste horrible, he put the cup down and did not touch such a bad drink again.
"Thank you, Lord Peverell." Jeor thanked him sincerely.
"By the way, have five witchers appeared recently at Castle Black?" Cadmus asked, looking at the Lord Commander. According to Geralt's words, the witcher would call some companions to travel beyond the Wall, all to get a Wight specimen.
"Yes, a white-haired witcher and four others, one seemed older." Jeor confirmed Cadmus's question. He was confused about what five witchers were going beyond the Wall for, but with the recent conversation with the wizard, he understood what was happening.
"I asked Geralt to try to capture a Wight; after all, I need something to convince these nobles who only think of themselves." Cadmus explained without any hesitation; it wasn't exactly a secret, so he didn't mind talking about his plans.
Jeor looked at the wizard and shook his head, after seeing the cupbearer refilling his cup, the Lord Commander spoke in a calm tone. "You still underestimate the selfishness of the southern nobles."
"Do you know why these small noble houses have survived for thousands of years?" Jeor asked with a touch of sarcasm. Without waiting for Cadmus's answer, he answered himself. "Survival instinct. They let the Great Houses go first while sending the weakest and most useless soldiers, while the elite will stay in the castle."
Cadmus couldn't help but frown at Jeor's words, but thinking about it, the Lord Commander was right. The Lords of these small noble houses were more cunning than the Lords of the Great Noble Houses of Westeros. At any sign of danger, they would stay at the back of the army.
Honestly, Cadmus saw nothing wrong with that. It wasn't wrong to value one's own survival; only a fool would jump in front of an army with a handful of men. In this regard, the loyalty and bravery of the Northmen were admirable. Perhaps that's why they were called loyal barbarians.
"The king will take care of these nobles; they will have to go or suffer the consequences." Cadmus was not at all worried about these southern nobles; Rhaegar might seem kind, but he was a king who did not tolerate betrayal, especially at this moment.
"It seems the king is a real man and not a woman sitting on the Iron Throne." Jeor was satisfied with Cadmus's answer; he could see from his words that the king was a decisive man. This was very good in his eyes, as an even more devastating war was about to happen.
"When do you think the war will begin?" Jeor asked in a solemn tone.
"About two years, maybe three, it depends on the Others' pace." Cadmus replied and looked at the Lord Commander. "Hypothetically, if I wanted you to open the gates and let the Wildlings into the North, what would you do?"
Jeor looked deeply at the wizard and replied in a calm tone. "I don't mind, as I can ignore the blood feud and allow them into the North for the greater good, but the same cannot happen with other noble houses in the North."
"There are hundreds of thousands of lives; if all are killed by the Others, the army of the undead will grow even larger." Cadmus said in a solemn tone.
"I understand, that's why I said I would allow it, but the blood feud of almost eight thousand years is not easily forgotten." Jeor was helpless. He could accept the enemy invading the North for the greater good; after all, despite being enemies, they were humans.
"Eight thousand years..." Cadmus couldn't help but whisper that absurd number. A cycle of death, resentment, and anger. For eight thousand years, the Northmen fought against the Wildlings; this blood feud was enough to fill an abyss with blood.
"Don't worry about the northern nobles; I can convince them to accept." Cadmus said in a calm tone. In any case, he could use Imperius on everyone, and after everything was over, he would simply undo the spell.
Jeor looked skeptically at Cadmus. Precisely because he was a man of the North, he perfectly understood what the northern nobles were like. Dialogue? Reason? Greater Good? This was nothing but nonsense in the eyes of the northern nobles; they only respect those who have the biggest axe.
However, thinking about Cadmus's power, Jeor presumed that the wizard would use brute force to deal with the northern nobles, which was a good idea in his eyes.
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Game Of Thrones: The King's Court Wizard