Chapter 28 The Story of Jorah Mormont
"How do you think I should choose?" Dany asked Ser Jorah.
With only three dragons in the world, no matter how brilliant the future will be, she must now lie dormant.
Low-key farming is the way to go. Taking three little dragons that may be slaughtered at any time to go out and have fun is the real brainless.
Jorah thought for a while and said, "There is not enough food here, I mean blood food for the growth of three dragons. It is said that Aegon's Balerion can swallow a whole wild bull in one bite, or the legendary mammoth roaming in the cold wasteland.
With the appetite of young dragons, all the horses in Karls will be eaten by them in less than a year, and a year is definitely not enough for the little dragons to grow into giant dragons."
Dany lifted the big black dragon in the basket behind her into her arms and tried to poke her little finger into his mouth. The hot mucus burned her and made her feel a little stinging, but she couldn't even get her finger into his throat.
When will he be able to swallow a mammoth in one bite?
"Didn't I just ask Lakharo to look for prey nearby?" She said as she lowered her head to tease the struggling black dragon.
"Have we ever encountered sand lizards larger than local dogs along the way?" Jorah retorted, "Carnivores feed on herbivores, and the Red Wasteland does not have an environment that is sufficient to support docile prey."
"Dragons should not rely on others to feed them. Starting tomorrow, I will train them to hunt on their own." Dany said.
"What does it matter if there is no prey, no matter how good the hunting skills are?" Jorah was speechless.
"I don't expect the three of them to grow up to be Balerion here. As long as they become powerful predators, they will not be easily killed by humans who covet, fear, and hate them."
Dany turned to the knight with shining eyes and said in an unpredictable tone: "Viserys told me that the nobles and people of Westeros are secretly sewing three-headed dragon banners at home. They are looking forward to the return of the real dragon. What do you think?"
Jorah smiled bitterly, "Princess, I dare not deceive you. The great nobles are obsessed with the game of power, while the small nobles and merchants are more keen on fine wine, women, and the tournament that represents glory.
And ordinary people just hope that every year is summer, and it would be best if the legendary "eternal summer" comes: the orchards are full of fruits, and the fields are full of golden wheat ears and sweet fruits.
Then the lords should be more merciful, don't rape their wives and daughters, and don't shoot their sons as targets.
They don't care about the king at all, and it's useless to care, because their lives have nothing to do with the king."
"So even if I leave here, where can I go?" Dany spread her hands, looking indifferent. "I'm not as innocent as Viserys. He is not simple, but he has no choice but to arm himself with lies.
No matter what I want, the usurper knows that the last Targaryen has hatched a dragon. They will definitely send the most powerful and ruthless assassins to hunt me and my dragon.
I have wandered in Braavos for a few years. I know that it is the most powerful and prosperous free trade city. I also know that there are the most powerful assassins in the world, the Faceless Men.
'All mortals have to die'. As long as the price is right, they can kill anyone. It is said that they have never failed.
The price of killing me must be the highest, but no matter how expensive it is, what does it count for a king?"
Jorah frowned and thought for a moment, then comforted her, "The usurper should not send the Faceless Men to assassinate you. The last wine merchant who was about to poison you was not a Faceless Man."
"Why are you so sure? I have a dragon now, it's different." Dany said.
Because of me!
Jorah thought secretly.
Dany has followed the drama "Game of Thrones" and remembers a very important plot: King Robert knew that Dany was pregnant and summoned the ministers to discuss a permanent solution to the royal family of the previous dynasty. Because he strongly opposed the killing of women and children, Eddard had a falling out with his best friend and resigned from the position of King's Hand in indignation.
That should have happened a year ago, and just three months ago, Dany was poisoned in Horselord Castle.
For King Robert and Prime Minister Eddard, that meeting of the ministers was about "whether to kill the remnants of the Targaryen family"; for the king and other ministers, it was a meeting about "how to kill Daenerys and her bastards."
Among them, a minister proposed to hire the Faceless Men, and this resolution was almost passed.
But Robert was a spendthrift king, the treasury was empty and the debt was high. Littlefinger, as the Minister of Finance, thought that a cheaper method should be chosen.
Jorah Mormont!
Yes, it is the tall man with a simple and honest appearance in front of you.
He is an undercover agent in King's Landing, responsible for collecting intelligence about Dany and killing her when necessary.
However, Dany is not worried that Jorah will hurt her. In addition to the unreliable emotional factors, from the perspective of interests, Jorah has no reason to choose to betray her.
The price given by King's Landing is to give up the arrest of Jorah and restore his identity as the Earl of Bear Island.
Compared with the credit of saving Dany from the dragon, that is nothing!
Not only is the Earl of Bear Island itself of little value, Jorah did not lose the fiefdom of the Mormont family, and his aunt succeeded him as the Earl.
It's just stewed meat rotten in the pot.
In fact, if there was no protection from Jorah, or if he really wanted to kill her, Daenerys would have died long ago.
The key is, if the group of people in King's Landing knew that Jorah was unreliable, would they send the Faceless Man later?
Because of the political chaos in the original plot, new kings kept appearing and falling one after another, and those people in King's Landing seemed to have forgotten Dany.
But is she going to put her own safety on the unreliable "original plot"?
"The Faceless Men are not invincible assassins, and the kings of the Targaryen family have not been without enemies, but none of them died at the hands of the Faceless Men. The Faceless Men are legendary to ordinary people, but their tricks are no longer so effective when facing the legendary Kingsguard." Jorah comforted him softly, and promised with a firm look: "Have you forgotten? I am also a Kingsguard, your Queen's Guard!"
If it was "White Bull" or "Sword of Dawn" who said this to me, I would probably believe it, but you are a mediocre person.
Jorah is a strong knight, but he may not be qualified to be a bodyguard.
"Well, I feel relieved to have you here." Dany smiled encouragingly. "But let's try to stay here for a while."
Then she extended her hand to invite them, and the two walked up to the white tower at the city gate, discussing the arrangement of the White Cloud City guard while climbing the stairs.
When they reached the top of the building, Dany threw three dragons into the sky, letting them soar in the sky with a "hiss".
A few days later, following the black dragon, the white dragon and the green dragon also learned to fly and spit dragon flames.
Three colorful little dragons chased each other under the blue sky. The sunlight shone through the thin translucent flesh wings, reflecting a hazy glow, which was extremely beautiful.
"Big Black was the first to learn to fly, when he was only seven days old. How does he compare to the Targaryen dragons?" Dany looked at the black dragon circling in the blue sky, feeling infinite pride in her heart.
"I don't quite understand, if there are maesters who study dragons." Jorah shook his head and asked in confusion, "Why are they given such vulgar names? Aegon's dragon is called Balerion, Visenya's dragon is called Vhagar, and Rhaenys's is Meraxes, all of which are the names of ancient Valyrian gods."
Dany also said frankly, "My dragon and I are too weak, and I don't want to arouse others' vigilance with names that are too aggressive.
I can also name the dragon after my ancestors, such as Rhaegal and Viserys, but I want to draw a clear line with the previous Targaryens."
"Why?" Jorah was shocked.
In this era, in this world, all nobles with a little family history are proud of their great ancestors, and even use the same ancestor's name for several or even dozens of generations.
For example, the countless Brandons of the Stark family and the many Aegons and Rhaenys of the Targaryen family.
Even Daenerys evolved from the virgin girl Daenys (only one or two more letters), and more than a hundred years ago, the Targaryen princess who married the Dornish was also called Daenerys.
"I am different from them."
The foundation of the Targaryen family before was in the Targaryen family. The current Dany Dragon is her child, and the Dothraki are her people. The Targaryen brought her only burdens and crises.
"Let's not talk about me." She changed the subject, smiled and looked at Jorah and said, "You know everything about me, but I know very little about your story. Tell me about yourself."
"Me? What do you want to know?" Ser Jorah said dryly.
"You are the Earl of Bear Island in the North. How did you come to the continent of Essos tens of thousands of miles away?" Dany turned her head, looked at the dragon flying in the sky, and said softly, "You seem to know a lot about jewels and know their value very well. Is there a gem mine on Bear Island?"
"If there really is a mine on Bear Island, I wouldn't be stranded in a foreign land." The knight smiled bitterly.
He picked up a milky white stone from the ground and drew a rough map of Westeros on the slate of the tower window.
"Look, this is Bear Island, located in the distant Ice Bay, almost as far away from the outside of the Wall as from the North.
It is a beautiful but primitive place, an island 100 kilometers deep, with old oaks with twisted roots, towering ancient pines, and sweet and sour hawthorn forests with flowers blooming in the spring.
But it is too remote and poor.
Unlike the stone castles of other nobles, the hall of my house is built of huge trees. There are no tall walls outside, only a circle of fences.
Most of my people make a living by fishing, which is only enough to make a living. Without trade, we cannot collect a lot of taxes.
The only specialty is bears, but where are there no bears?
Merchants often come for several years. He only came to our place once, bringing cloth, copperware, porcelain, seasonings and other daily necessities, and took away furs, almost bartering.
Although it was so poor and boring, I had always been accustomed to living here, and I never lacked women. Fisherwomen and farm girls would not refuse their earl, the princess, and I didn't force them.
Before I came of age, my father helped me choose a bride, a girl from Deepwood Motte next to Bear Island, a Glover.
I was not sure if I loved her, which made me ashamed. Although she was plain-looking, she had a good character.
After ten years of marriage, she had three miscarriages, and she never recovered from the last one and died soon after. "
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