Lynd stood outside his tent, throwing cut pieces of meat far away for Honor to fetch them back, then rewarding him with the meat to eat.
This was a training method to improve Honor's obedience; at first, Honor would eat the meat directly, but after being punished by Lynd a few times, he learned not to eat the meat casually and voluntarily changed his behavior to bring the meat back.
Although, during training, Honor still ate the meat about half the time, it was already much better than the day before; it was believed that after another month or two of training, Honor would be able to completely obey Lynd's commands.
Compared to the visible results of obedience training, the training of Honor's wildness was stagnant; currently, it could only ensure that Honor did not bite people indiscriminately, but if anyone got too close to Honor, he would still attack them without hesitation.
For this reason, Lynd had to choose to train Honor when no one was around, and when there were many people, he would put Honor in a cloth bag or tie him to his body with an iron chain, covering his mouth with a special muzzle.
While waiting for Honor to bring the meat back, Lynd also occasionally turned his head to look at his tent.
After returning to the camp, Lynd led Bowie, a Faceless Men who had disguised himself as a House Tyrell soldier, to his tent, where he met the girl, who was already disheartened and whose body was the only part of her still alive.
The girl showed no emotion in front of others, but when she saw Lynd, her savior, she displayed a hint of emotion; however, this emotion was not gratitude for Lynd saving her life, but rather a wish for Lynd to kill her now.
The moment the Faceless Men saw the girl, he immediately determined that this was the purpose for which the Many-Faced God had plucked the strings of fate to guide him to Westeros.
However, the girl was like a dead person at the moment, with no reaction to the outside world, let alone the ability to talk or communicate.
After several attempts to elicit any reaction from the girl, the Faceless MenBowie indicated to Lynd that he wished Lynd would wait outside the tent for a while, allowing him to be alone with the girl for some time.
After confirming that the Faceless Men would not harm the girl, Lynd agreed to his request and went outside the tent, but did not go far, sitting a few steps away, training Honor while checking the situation inside the tent.
However, what surprised Lynd was that even though he was very close to the tent, he could not hear any sound inside, not even breathing, and his other senses could not perceive any movement inside, as if the tent were empty.
This situation was clearly not something that could be formed by conventional forces; perhaps it involved the divine power of the The Many-Faced God, which also made Lynd curious about the Faceless MenBowie's position within the House of Black and White; judging solely by his ability to use a bit of extraordinary power, he should be on a similar level to Melisandre's position in the Lord of Light's church.
Just as Lynd was lost in thought, the tent flap was opened by the Faceless MenBowie; he looked a bit tired, but a smile appeared on his face, indicating that he had successfully persuaded the girl.
He walked up to Lynd, about to say something, when his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly moved aside; almost simultaneously, a black shadow rushed out from behind him, brushing past him.
The Faceless Men, who had dodged the attack from behind, looked at the black shadow and realized it was the albino Shadowcat cub he knew.
Because Lynd had spent a long time with Honor, he didn't feel the changes in Honor's body that deeply; he could only tell that Honor was growing based on his gradually increasing size and weight.
But Bowie was different; he had seen Honor in the Kingswood and knew exactly what Honor was like, and now seeing Honor again, he found that Honor had not only grown a lot but had also become much fiercer; this fierceness was not just the attack on him just now, but more so the black stripes on Honor's body, which, after growing out, subtly formed a ghost-like pattern, and the several black lines on his forehead made him look very ferocious.
"How did his wildness become so strong?" Bowie couldn't help but ask.
However, Lynd was destined not to be able to provide an answer, as he also wanted to know the reason for Honor's intense wildness.
Although he was very curious about Honor's situation, Bowie knew what was important, so he didn't dwell on that question, instead returning to the main topic, saying, "She's not easy to move right now; could you find a few people to help me carry her to the dock on a stretcher?"
Upon hearing this, Lynd did not respond immediately, but instead entered the tent to check on the girl's condition.
From the girl's revitalized expression, it was not difficult to see that Bowie had likely persuaded her, but beneath this vitality, Lynd could vaguely sense intense hatred.
"Have you truly decided to go with him to Braavos across the Narrow Sea?" Lynd crouched by the bed, looking at the girl and saying, "If you don't want to, I can take you in."
The girl shook her head, wanting to open her mouth to speak, but her throat seemed injured, and she couldn't say anything; however, even without speaking, Lynd could discern her decision from her expression.
"I understand. May the Seven Gods bless you to live well across the Narrow Sea and no longer suffer harm," Lynd said, reaching out to touch the girl's forehead, softly offering a blessing.
Gratitude appeared in the girl's eyes, and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes.
Lynd stood up and walked out of the tent, asking Raul to call four men and find a stretcher; then he moved the girl onto the stretcher, brought a blanket to cover her, and had them carry her out of the tent.
As he walked out of the tent, Lynd felt someone pull his hand; he looked down and saw the girl using all her strength to raise her injured hand and grasp his arm, then he heard the girl utter a completely indistinct sound in an extremely hoarse voice.
Although the sound did not resemble any language, Lynd could understand that it was saying thank you.
Lynd patted her hand, then took his hand and tucked it back into the blanket, and then placed the dagger from his waist, which Garlan had given him after the cavalry was formed, by her side.
"Take good care of her," Lynd said to the Faceless MenBowie.
The Faceless Men smiled and said, "She is my student; I will naturally take good care of her."
The group exited the camp and quickly disappeared from Lynd's sight.
The Faceless Men and his companions moved quickly, passing directly through the slums outside the city; thanks to the deterrent power of the four House Tyrell soldiers, they encountered no trouble on their way and arrived smoothly at the dock area.
Then, under the direction of the Faceless Men, the four men carried the girl onto a merchant ship docked at the pier, flying the flag of a Free Cities, and brought her to a room on the upper deck next to the captain's cabin.
After the four soldiers disembarked and left, the Faceless Men ordered the captain to set sail; although there were still goods to be loaded, due to the Faceless Men's special status, the captain dared not hesitate and immediately called all the sailors to hoist the sails and set off.
Watching the ship slowly leave the harbor, pass through the capstan tower, and enter the waters of Blackwater Bay, the Faceless Men then turned and returned to his cabin.
He walked to the bed, sat on a stool, and looked at the girl, who was turning her head to look out the window at the night, and said, "Whatever your name was before, from this moment on you must discard it, just as you discard your past."
Hearing the words of the Faceless Men, the girl turned to look at the Faceless Men, with no expression of opposition on her face; instead, there was a hint of relief in her eyes.
"I will give you a new name, and this will represent your new life," Bowie said again, seeing that the girl did not refuse.
the girl nodded slightly, indicating her agreement.
"You will take my surname, H'ghar, and as for your given name…" The Faceless Men thought for a moment and said, "Let's call you Jaqen! Jaqen H'ghar."
Early the next morning, Lynd was still in bed when he was startled by the raised tent flap; as he looked towards the tent entrance, his hand also went to the axe beside him, ready to counterattack at any moment if attacked.
"It's me, no need to be nervous." Noticing Lynd's movement, Vortimer's face showed approval, then returned to his usual serious expression, saying, "Get up quickly, get dressed, and go to the main tent; there are orders to be given."
Lynd rubbed his face vigorously to quickly wake himself up, then simply put on some clothes, hung his sword at his waist, picked up Honor, who was still asleep, from the bed, tucked him into the cloth bag on his chest, and then walked out of the tent, hurrying towards the main camp tent.
Upon entering the tent, he saw the people inside and couldn't help but be stunned.
Besides Garlan and Vortimer, there were several House Tyrell vassals whom Lynd didn't recognize but could guess their identities, and Lord TyrellMace Tyrell was now sitting in the very center of the main tent.
Although he didn't know what had just happened inside the tent, Lynd guessed it was definitely not good, because Mace Tyrell's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip, and his expression was filled with anger, muttering to himself, but Lynd couldn't make out what he was saying.
The atmosphere in this tent was already heavy due to the concentration of so many important officials from House Tyrel, and now it had become extremely tense; moreover, this Lord, whom the Queen of Thorns jokingly called an Pupperfish, now resembled a bubble inflated to its limit, liable to burst at any moment.
When Lynd entered the tent, everyone inside simultaneously looked at him.
The tension brought by so many gazes was enough to make an ordinary person fall into confused thoughts, ultimately leading to some impolite actions.
However, Lynd appeared very calm, as if the surrounding gazes did not exist, his psychological quality far exceeding that of others around him.
"Greetings, Your Grace, greetings, my lords," Lynd said, bowing to Lord TyrellMace Tyrell, who was seated in the main position, under the gaze of everyone.
Lord Tyrell ignored Lynd's bow and instead turned to Vortimer, asking, "Is he your knight's squire, that Bear Hunter?"
Vortimer nodded and said, "Yes, Your Grace."
"Is he really as formidable as you say?" Tyrell asked Vortimer again for confirmation.
"Yes, as long as he wields two swords, his strength is not much inferior to mine," Vortimer nodded and said, "He is the only person I can think of among these hundreds in the camp who can perfectly replace me."
"In that case, he's the one." Lord TyrellMace Tyrell did not ask for Lynd's opinion, nor did he intend to inform Lynd of the situation, directly telling Lynd, who had just entered the tent, that he could leave and return to his own tent to await further arrangements.
This situation, where he was summoned and dismissed like some merchandise for sale, made Lynd feel a bit stifled, but he did not show it on his face; upon hearing that he could leave, he bowed slightly, exited the tent, and returned to his own tent, sitting quietly, waiting for someone to explain to him.
Not long after, Garlan and Vortimer both entered the tent; Garlan apologized to Lynd for his father's earlier rude behavior, and then, before Lynd could ask, explained the reason for the matter.
It turned out that today, several knights and warriors from House Tyrell, who were supposed to participate in the team Tournament, all suffered from vomiting and diarrhea, seemingly from eating something bad; now they were so weak from the purging that they could barely stand and walk a few steps, let alone pick up weapons to fight.
Therefore, House Tyrell needed to select new participants for the team Tournament, and this selection was very difficult; the people of House Tyrell discussed for a long time without a result, or rather, there was an alternative plan, but it was rejected.
This method was to have Vortimer, the master swordsman of The Reach, participate in this team Tournament; with Vortimer's swordsmanship and a few soldiers assisting him, he would likely have a great chance of becoming the team Tournament champion.
However, Vortimer had already signed up for the knight Tournament; although participating in the knight Tournament did not prevent participation in the team Tournament, the melee of the team Tournament was too dangerous; if he were injured and unable to participate in the knight Tournament, it would be a huge loss for Vortimer, as a Tournament of this scale might never happen again.
So, Garlan suggested that Lynd participate in the team Tournament, which would not affect Vortimer.
Regarding Garlan's proposal, the knights and nobles who had accompanied Garlan from Highgarden all expressed their agreement, as they had all witnessed the power of Lynd's swordsmanship, especially in one-on-many situations, which far surpassed ordinary knight swordsmanship.
But those who had followed Lord Tyrell and remained in King's Landing after the Usurper's War did not know Lynd's strengths and weaknesses, which is why they asked Lynd to go to the main tent to assess his situation.
Although Lynd did not display any swordsmanship in front of them just now, his sturdy and robust physique was already enough to prove his strength, and Lynd passively became one of the participants in the team Tournament.
After hearing this, Lynd asked in confusion, "Why must we participate in the team Tournament? If I remember correctly, those lords don't seem to attach much importance to the team Tournament; even if House Tyrell doesn't participate, there shouldn't be any damage to our reputation, right?"
Hearing Lynd's question, Garlan's face showed an awkward expression, then he signaled to Vortimer and turned to leave.
Vortimer quickly and simply explained that our Pupperfish lord, upon learning that several great lords would not send anyone to participate in the team Tournament, immediately became overconfident, believing he would surely win; so he borrowed a sum of money and bet it on his own family; if no one could participate or if they lost the competition, not only would he lose a large sum of money, but it would also make him the laughingstock of King's Landing, which is why he was so furious early in the morning.
Faced with this situation, Lynd also felt somewhat helpless and could only express that he would actively prepare for the battle.