Mufasa's telling of Tall Duncan's story was so vivid that even the wildling boy, Aguda, forgot to eat his meat until the bear meat slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
"Someone from the Flea Bottom actually became the Captain of the Kingsguard, and even a prince was named after him. That's truly amazing," Aguda said.
"It's just that he died too unfairly! Dying while putting out a fire? What kind of death is that?" Aguda asked.
"That's an accident!" Mufasa replied.
The tragedy of Summerhall was a tragedy for the entire Targaryen family. After losing their dragons, the Dragon family no longer possessed the power to rule Westeros alone.
But they still held a dream: to hatch dragons once more.
"Melisandre, can wildfire really hatch dragons from dragon eggs?" Tyrion asked, licking the grease from his hands.
"No, wildfire is a destructive flame, not a flame of rebirth. Moreover, dragons disappeared because the tide of magic receded. That's why the Targaryen family can no longer hatch dragon eggs."
"However, now, the tide of magic is recovering. The appearance of the direwolves and Heraka's mutation are proof," Melisandre said.
Mufasa thought to himself, Heraka mutated because of me.
However, the previous Heraka was also a mutated beast, a natural mutation.
"According to ancient Asshai texts, when the stars bleed, that is the moment magic officially revives," Melisandre stated.
"What are the bleeding stars?" Tyrion inquired.
"I don't know; they haven't appeared yet."
"Aren't you a sorceress? Can't you see it in the flames?" Tyrion rolled his eyes.
"The secrets of the flames are hidden deep within; sometimes I can only see what's on the surface," she said.
"Mufasa, do you know what the bleeding stars are?"
Tyrion asked.
"It's a sword that slays the seasons; its arrival marks the coming of a long winter."
"However, maesters usually believe it's just a comet with a long tail!"
"Oh right, did you forget the pattern on the back of the playing cards?" Mufasa asked.
"Ah, I think I really did forget?"
Mufasa took out the playing cards to show him.
Mufasa had made several types of playing cards. Initially, the Iron Throne was the back pattern, but later it was changed to the Fiery Lion, the banner of the Lionheart Society.
Later, he made another deck of cards with the bleeding stars pattern. He kept this last deck for himself, and gave the other two to Joffrey and Sansa.
They had recently become addicted to playing cards, feeling restless if they didn't play for a day! In Westeros, which lacked entertainment, the appearance of playing cards was epoch-making.
It was something for the common people to enjoy. Although there was previously Cyvasse, a hybrid game similar to chess, military chess, and beast chess, it was played by highly intelligent people, like Tyrion.
He was quite good at Cyvasse.
"After dinner, I'm a bit bored. Let's play cards!" Mufasa said, looking at Benjen Stark and Yoren.
"How do you play?" Yoren asked eagerly.
"Four people are best! Come on, I'll teach you!" Mufasa replied.
Over the next few days, they traveled, and when bored at night, they played cards.
Their days were full, but as it grew colder, they stopped playing cards. No one wanted to expose their hands to the cold.
Finally, Mufasa and his group arrived at Queenscrown, a place once visited by Queen Alysanne, wife of King Jaehaerys the Conciliator.
Mufasa and his companions planned to rest there for a day before continuing their journey. Seizing this opportunity, Mufasa began searching for the lost dragon egg.
However, with a glance, he knew he might not find it, as the landscape had long since changed, with only a weirwood tree remaining unaltered.
Wait, a weirwood tree.
Mufasa approached a weirwood tree taller than the heart tree in Winterfell. He had seen this place in the memories of the green seers.
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be right here!"
Mufasa called Heraka over.
"Dig through the snow until you find the dragon egg."
Heraka showed a human-like look of confusion.
He didn't quite understand Mufasa's words.
Mufasa had no choice but to demonstrate for him.
Only after seeing the demonstration did Heraka begin to dig through the snow.
His movements were too loud, drawing everyone else over, but Mufasa no longer tried to hide anything.
Because those returning to King's Landing would all be his own people.
"What are you doing, Mufasa?" Tyrion asked.
"There might be treasure here. I'm prospecting for gold!" Mufasa said casually.
"Prospecting for gold? The Westerlands have plenty of gold!" Tyrion remarked.
"But I see you're digging for something else, aren't you? Antiques, or magical items?"
Mufasa chuckled, saying no more.
The others, being too cold, went back to sleep, leaving only Melisandre behind.
"I see it! Ser Mufasa! Soon, you will ride Heraka and fly to the Wall," she suddenly declared.
Mufasa looked at her, only to see a pair of burning eyes, and in the flames, mysterious visions seemed to appear.
Heraka brought up a round stone. Mufasa took it and saw that it was indeed a dragon egg, but it had no life left in it.
At this moment, Mufasa remembered a source of dragon essence he had obtained from Ugly General, which could imbue a dead dragon egg with life.
"I wonder if it can be resurrected, in this time when magic hasn't truly revived. Will it even work?"
Mufasa decided to give it a try. He took out the dragon essence and injected it into the dead dragon egg.
Immediately after, he placed the dragon egg on the campfire to roast. Fire was the source of a dragon's power and could help dragons become stronger.
After placing the dragon egg on the fire, Mufasa added a lot more firewood, then went to sleep.
When he woke up the next day, he didn't hear Heraka's roar, which caused everyone to wake up late.
"What's going on?" Mufasa wondered.
"Ser Mufasa, things seem to have turned out differently than you expected. Heraka has changed," Melisandre's voice came from outside.
Mufasa walked out and saw an enormous white lion, as large as a mammoth, with three horns on its head.
Two of the horns were long, and one was shorter, as if it had just grown out.
In addition, Heraka also had a pair of huge fleshy wings between his ribs, like those of a pterodactyl.
"You, how did you become like this?" Mufasa asked. He was asking Heraka, but how could Heraka speak?
"There is the answer!" Melisandre pointed to the campfire, where the dragon egg was no longer present.
"He didn't eat the dragon egg, did he?" Mufasa asked.
"Indeed, after the dragon egg was cooked, Heraka ate it, and that's what changed him! Are you satisfied now, Ser Mufasa?" Melisandre said.
"I still need to think about how to explain the situation to Robert and the others when I see them."
Mufasa felt that without a proper reason, he wouldn't be able to convince them.
However, Tyrion came up with that reason for Mufasa.
"Just say that Heraka was cursed by a wildling witch, turning him into a monster, but Heraka didn't lose his mind; he's still the same Heraka," Tyrion suggested.
Mufasa agreed to this plan; after all, wildlings were quite primitive, and curses were normal among them, as they also had witch-queens.
Mufasa rode Heraka, sometimes walking, sometimes flying, and finally they arrived at Castle Black on the Wall.
Castle Black is the end of the Kingsroad and the headquarters of the Night's Watch.
"No wonder Maester Lommy Longlegs listed the Wall as one of the nine wonders of the world in 'Man-Made Wonders'!"
Mufasa said, looking at the ice-built Wall, towering into the clouds and stretching across the horizon.
"My goal is to stand on the Wall and pee beyond it. Mufasa, want to join me?" Tyrion said.
"Uncle Tyrion, aren't you afraid a cold gust of wind will blow you off?"
"Wouldn't it be better to just walk out and pee?" Mufasa asked.
"We are the King's special envoys!"
Mufasa, led by Benjen Stark, met the high-ranking officers of the Night's Watch.
Lord Commander Jeor Mormont, Maester Aemon, the Steward, the First Ranger, the Master-at-Arms, the blacksmith, and others.
The Night's Watchmen were all shocked by Mufasa's mount, Heraka, which suddenly boosted his popularity by several hundred points.
Benjen Stark introduced Mufasa to the Old Bear and the others, also explaining Mufasa's identity as the King's special envoy.
"The King's special envoy, and a Lannister, hmph!"
Ser Alliser couldn't help but snort. He had once been an officer in King's Landing but became a captive when Tywin Lannister entered the city. He ultimately refused to surrender to Robert and was sent to the Wall to join the Night's Watch.
"You are Ser Alliser, aren't you? I hear you're a staunch loyalist of the Targaryen family?" Mufasa looked at a stiff, gaunt man with graying temples.
"If the Targaryen family hadn't lost its backbone, Robert might not have won the war," Alliser stated.
"To the victor go the spoils. Now, the Iron Throne is occupied by Robert I of House Baratheon. If you weren't a sworn brother of the Night's Watch, your words just now, spoken in King's Landing, would be considered treason," Mufasa said.
"Let Robert come here and kill me then! Hahaha, does he dare come?"
Master Alliser mocked.
But his smile quickly vanished as a massive lion's head turned to look at him.
Alliser swallowed hard. He tried to draw his sword to protect himself, but his sword was instantly snatched away by Aguda.
"You, you're a wildling!"
Alliser recognized Aguda as not being from the South by his attire and appearance.
"A wildling commands you to kneel now, before Ser Mufasa. Crow!" Aguda pointed the sword at Master Alliser..
Alliser was now facing a dual threat from Heraka and Aguda. His knees were gradually bending, but his face grew increasingly grim and terrifying.
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