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The Stormborn and the Stormbringer
SkilledWarriorKiwi
Chapter 19: THE PALE MARE
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I don't care what other people think, I rly liked Barristan's chapters 'cause he's so protective towards Dany. It's a nice change from the usual gross perverted old men she's surrounded by.
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It had been three days and Queen Daenerys had still not returned.
Outside the walls of Meereen the dead and dying were gathered, churning against the walls and pushing at the banks of the river. More and more had appeared during the long hot hours of the day after that first rider had come and collapsed just beyond the gates.
The bloody flux as Ser Barristan knew it but to the Meereenese it was the pale mare.
When the sun had risen over the harpy's city the morning of the queen leaving north, the morning meeting of her councilors had been gathered and Daenerys' bloodriders had also returned. Knowing enough that she was close to them, Barristan had the three at the council meeting. He still felt unsure and almost lost, as he was a knight not a Hand. But Daenerys had trusted him, Grey Worm and Missandei with her true purpose to her disappearance and Barristan would stay fast to his reassurance to look after the city in her absence. Even if the rest of the men gathered were confused as to why she was no longer in the city.
Her kos had barely even questioned her disappearance, trusting in their khaleesi and simply saying she would return. Strong Belwas was much the same, simply shrugging and continuing to eat his roasted horse leg when informed of the queen being gone upon an errand. Reznak and Skahaz, the two Meereenese who bent to Daenerys' ear, had reacted more poorly but it was Reznak who had been near hysterics when told the queen was preoccupied beyond the city walls.
"The queen has left us to our fates," Reznak had all but wailed. "She has abandoned we who have so faithfully served her cause to be put to the sword and for our sweet wives and maiden daughters to be raped and enslaved."
Skahaz had scoffed in response, heavy features set in a deep scowl, "If your first desire is to roll belly up without the dragon queen nursing you as a mother to her babe then you might as well go die with the lepers outside the walls. I will kill the Masters myself."
It had been the decision to shut the gates to the refugees from Astapor and Yunkai, not wanting the risk of the pale mare spreading within the walls. Barristan knew many wars had been lost to starvation and disease, which was a more effective weapon than swords or arrows. Brown Ben Plumm had said that the sellswords hired by the Masters, the Cats and the Windblown, were the ones driving the disease riddled refugees north to swarm the walls of Meereen in hope of the infection spreading within.
"Where is your courage?" Ser Barristan said in irritation to Reznak. "Her Grace freed you from your chains. It is for you to sharpen your swords and defend your own freedom when she leaves. She has trust in us to think for ourselves and defend ourselves if need be. Not cower and flee."
"The queen shall return," Grey Worm agreed. "And we shall kill the Masters when they march to us, just as she would do."
Truthfully Barristan did not agree with his queen's decision to stay in Essos; Westeros needed her, and the Essosi did not want her. But her desire to aid the weak, the vulnerable, outweighed her desire for her homeland and the Iron Throne so in Meereen they stayed and he would serve her still.
"Our stores are ample," Barristan said instead. "When the Masters march to siege it will not be starvation that will be the threat. Hysteria within Meereen would cause as much peril as the army beyond."
"Then we should kill the noble families before the Harpy's resume their knives," Skahaz said, thick fingers thumbing at his weapon hilt. "They will seek to topple Meereen from within. The head of the Harpy is no doubt a highborn overlord, a secret general commanding an army of shadows to slaughter our queen's people. They will take advantage of the siege, we should kill their grown sons or at least take the children as hostage to ensure good manners."
"The queen will not kill children." Of that Barristan had no doubt.
Skahaz gave Barristan a dismissive look, "Ser Grandfather may be a foreign knight but you are as withered as the burnt orchards beyond the walls."
It was Missandei who spoke then, "And you should know, honourable Shavepate, that to beware the old man in a profession where men die young. Ser Barristan has served long and strong in Westeros and has many feats and battles won by his hand, including the slaying of the last dragonseed after fighting his way through the Golden Company. He rescued Lady Jeyne Swann from a pack of bandits and slew their leader in combat and defeating the Smiling Knight. Can you claim such feats, noble Skahaz?"
The Shavepate glared at the scribe but she just stared back with an unyielding golden stare. Daario grinned from where he was standing off to the side while Barristan was inwardly quite surprised at Missandei knowing that much about him.
"There is also the confirmations of the host marching towards Meereen from all directions," Brown Ben Plumm added in, choosing to ignore the spat. "The Yunkai'i have bought themselves new sellswords, and two legions from New Ghis fought beside them. Yunkish envoys have been sent to Myr and Volantis to hire more blades. The Company of the Cat, the Long Lances, the Windblown. Tolos and Mantarys have agreed to an alliance with the Masters and are also marching to Meereen. Some say that the Wise Masters have bought the Golden Company as well. There is also word that Volantis is sending its fleet. However with the queen...gone, perhaps Volantis may follow her to wherever she fled atop her beast."
"The Khalessi did not flee," one of her bloodriders said, the bells ringing in his braid as he shook his head.
"Then where is she?"
"She will return," was all Grey Worm said.
On the morn of the third day the galleys of Qartheen, of Tolosi and New Ghis had completely sealed the great river Skahazadhan and others out to sea were now visible in the bay as they inched every closer. They had grown bold as the days grew with no sign of the golden dragon or the silver queen. Due to the threat, the fishing vessels withdrew completely to the city.
Daario had scoffed at the news, seemingly the only one entirely unbothered by the rapidly building siege within the waters.
"When was the last time the Qartheen had marched to war?" the sellsword said. "Like the rest of those Masters they just hide behind their walls if they get so much as a glimpse of those horselords and think that's fighting. Much like those cowardly Harpies here in Meereen. We should trim the noble family trees some more, before those fools get more bold."
"The queen would not wantonly slaughter her own subjects," Missandei said with her usual level calm.
Daario had just replied with a blithe, "Yet they would gladly slaughter her. Why should we let the queen's enemies live when we could just drag them from their pyramids and cut their heads off? To cause more mischief when the slave armies arrive? Let that be the gift for when she returns, with the news those cowardly shadows have been slain in her absence."
"She is no butcher."
"Better the butcher than the meat. And her dragon can eat the rest, I doubt it would protest. It knows what is it and the sooner our queen stops acting like a horse or harpy and more like the dragon she is the better it will be."
"Better for your blade, do you mean?" Missandei asked, voice still level and stare unwavering. Daario just laughed, taking no offense to the scribe's words.
"The queen does indeed have her dragon," Brown Ben Plumm said. "The slave army will be sorely mistaken if they think they can slaughter it like one of the freedmen."
"A monster," Reznak insisted. "A monster that eats the people of Meereen as easily as it eats cattle-"
"You mean a foolish boy who threatened its mother?" Daario said, arching an eyebrow as he picked at his nails with a knife. "None were stupid enough to threaten the Conqueror before Balerion, I would think. That beast isn't stupid, even if your perfumed mind can't seem to grasp that notion."
There was truth to the matter, for all Barristan did not understand dragons he was not oblivious to the protective and possessiveness the golden beast exhibited towards Daenerys and her to it. Even when it had torn Mero limb from limb Daenerys had chosen to clean the blood from its muzzle by hand, using a soft wet cloth to wash away the red and using fingers to pluck bone and hair from between its teeth. The dragon seemed to respond to the queen's own emotions much as she did to it. Though he had served a Targaryen throne for the majority of his life, the true nature of the dragonriders was lost to him.
Living as a Kingsguard for as long as he had, Barristan was no stranger to the history of the Targaryen's. Before Robert's Rebellion all the preserved skulls of the Targaryen dragons had lined the floors of the Great Hall to guard the Iron Throne. Bones that shimmered like polished obsidian, even after centuries of being stripped bare of flesh. Of Balerion's skull which had been so massive that even Barristan standing tall he could not reach its yawning eye socket and then that of the Last Dragon, which had a skull smaller than an apple. And of the Targaryens themselves, brought down to the other Houses with the loss of the dragons but they were still an oddity almost, with their pale hair and purple eyes. But for the dragonriders, even less was known.
Barristan had to wonder how greatly Daenerys restrained her child, how much of her anchored the golden dragon to something close to civility. Only her did it tolerate her touch and she fussed over the beast as any mother would. She would pat and caress its scales, smoothing her hands over its plated back or rubbing at its snout. When she'd left for Braavos that night the dragon had picked her up in its jaws, as delicately as a cat would pick up her kittens. Barristan had heard from the queen's khalasar that when the dragon had hatched it had been the size of a cat, like the supposed Last Dragon. Now the creature was so large it was near the size of a ship.
But the queen and her dragon were not in Meereen. Instead they had gone north, propelled by a dream and the urge to know of what dwelled beyond the Wall. Barristan was no fool, he knew there were many, many stories about creatures that lurked beyond the Wall not just in the North alone but all over Westeros but for all his decades he had thought of them as stories. Now though it seemed the age had changed and old tales were mired in truth. Yet Barristan could not spend time dwelling upon those supposed tales as Meereen of the now and present was rapidly degrading as days passed.
Outside of Meeren there were thousands now gathered- men and women and children, old men and little girls and newborn babes. Many were sick, most were starved, and all were doomed to die. The bloody flux spread through their numbers, the sick dying and the healthy becoming sick.
There was also more news of the army approaching Meereen, now bolstered with information of elephants, a hundred, armored and towered with scores of Tolosi slingers, and a corps of Qartheen camelry. More ships also barricaded the river and sea as the slave armies closed in.
But there were not just the dying outside the walls, there were envoys sent by the Wise Masters of Yunkai and the Good Masters of Astapor. Barristan had no intention of surrender, as Daenerys had trusted him and her closest with the city, but tradition demanded the envoys were granted safe passage for discussions even if he knew it would go no where.
This time it was Missandei, Grey Worm and Barristan who dealt with them. Grey Worm, as commander of the queen's army, Barristan as her council and Missandei as her closest confidant and scribe. There were three others with the two messengers of Yunkai and Astapor, representing Qaarth, Tolosi and New Ghis but they seemed to be more willing to watch than discuss when they met in one of the towers overlooking the bay.
"We came to meet the dragon queen," the envoy of Yunkai said flatly. "Instead I am greeted by an old man, a eunuch and a bedslave. Does the queen intend to cast insult as well as arrogance?"
"Our apologies. Queen Daenerys is currently preoccupied with other matters. We act on behalf of our queen," Missandei said calmly. Despite her composure Barristan could see the tension in her hands from where they was clasped upon her lap. Only she sat, Barristan and Grey Worm flanking her and on their feet in armour.
Barristan was no fool. Even in the Kingsguard, back when it was for the exemplary and honourbound rather than who you knew and who you bribed. But even those back then who wore the gold and white may be the strongest, the fastest, they were still men and but still fell prey to pride, ambition, love, anger, jealousy, avarice and the lust for power, and all the other failings that afflicted men from king to peasant. The best of them overcame their flaws and their yearnings, did their duty, and died with their swords in their hands. The worst were those who played the game of thrones.
He was a knight and would die as one and knights were to be oathbound. As such the law of hospitality meant he would not slew the envoys unless they prove to be assassins but as the discussion grew Barristan felt the urge just the same.
"Once before the beggar queen was offered peace," one said. "She refused and instead attacked the envoy with her beast, greviously injuring-"
"The envoy was naught injured but his pride," Missandei said.
There was outrage on the faces of the envoys, that she would dare to interrupt them. Barristan kept his hand gripping his sword hilt, for even though the Masters were garbed in silks and lavish jewels he wouldn't miscount them to a threat even if they looked to be unarmed.
"Either way, the queen now does not even deign to meet us," one finally spoke, "She casts insult upon insult to the ancient cities."
"State your purpose, noble lord," was all the scribe replied.
"The rules for peace are quite simple," Another of the men said. "The foreign queen is to relinquish her hold upon Meereen and leave. As a show of our gratitude and forgiving nature, we are even willing to permit her to leave with her stolen property, the Unsullied and translater of the Good Master Kraznys mo Nakloz."
Barristan tensed even if Missandei and Grey Worm kept themselves neutral, as not if the men before them spoke as if they were livestock.
"The queen will not leave Meereen, she had pledged to stay here until the safety of the freedmen is assured."
"Which will never happen. Slavery has been the way of the world long before dragons were even birthed and shall do so long after that foreign queen of yours turns to dust. We are civil men here and your barbarian queen should know that, even if she is so arrogant to not meet."
"You are men who tore us from our mother's arms, stole us from our homes and sold us for coin yet we are the uncivil ones?" Missandei's voice, which remained as calm and even as when the meeting began, seemed to enrage the envoys more than any amount of screaming or cursing ever could.
They left just as furious, with Missandei refusing all attempts of bargaining as all came down to Daenerys and her host leaving. Barristan knew it was simply more wood for the fire and the envoys had been an empty gesture to begin with.
There were enemies swarming all around Meereen, like wolves circling a dying stag.
More and more ships drew up to shore, spilling countless soldiers upon the banks and without any act of subtlety after the refusal of terms. The Yunkai'i were even bringing in wood by sea to build their siege weaponry. Behind their ditches they were building catapults, great bowed scorpions, tall trebuchets. Despite this there were no building of battering rams so they would not try to take Meereen by storm. They would wait behind their siege lines and chip away at Meereen piece by piece.
They were growing bolder as the days stretched with no sign of the silver queen and her golden dragon. And truthfully Barristan himself worried. Daenerys would not abandon the city, not when she had forgone Westeros for it, but she was a half a continent away and there were no means to find her. There had been several reports of the dragon being sighted but those were laden with hysteria or such embellishment he did not believe them any more than he believed the tales about Daenerys from Volantis.
And on this fourth day of no return, Daario came with news that Ben Brown Plumm had chosen the sides of the Masters.
"A coward, would that I bring his severed head for our queen," Daario had growled. He had already claimed several for new Stormcrows during the skirmish and made mention of how some were even Westerosi.
A sell-swords loyalty was always in doubt so Barristan was not overtly shocked by the betrayal.
Though the pale mare was also inching its way through the slave armies gathered beyond the wall, mostly through the Tolosi but had already brushed against the New Ghis legion.
There were also the Son's of the Harpy, who had not been idle. More and more were being slain, freedmen found with their throats cut as the days lengthened with no sign of the dragon queen.
Barristan himself refused to believe the queen was dead; he did not know the speed at which a dragon flew, so he did not know if she had even reached Braavos after four days. Further still his disappearance was now known to the general populace, who had grown used to the golden dragon gliding over the city or catching fish in the bay. Now the blue skies were empty and the queen unknown. Half would think she was dead, even as rumours flooded the streets.
He had come to bring Daenerys Stormborn home but instead she was gone to the wind and he had failed her just like he had failed her father, her mother, her brother. Perhaps the Gods had decided that, that his fate was to watch the Targaryens he had sworn to protect instead perish while he lived on. Dead, every one, yet he still lived, who had sworn to protect them. And now Daenerys, his bright shining child queen. She is not dead. He could not believe it and must have faith she would succeed in her quest to know her dragon dream.
He had to remember she was nothing like those he had served, she had ridden her dragon much as Aegon had ridden Balerion. Whatever he may think of her golden beast, he was certain he did not misjudge the devotion the creature gave to her and she it. It would not let her come to harm unless a city wished to burn and while the people of Braavos were many things they were not stupid. And there was no point in entertaining perhaps the Faceless Men, for all the gold the Masters could muster would not be enough to buy that contract.
Barristan must have faith that Daenerys would return, just as Missandei and Grey Worm had.
"She will not go home without us," was all Missandei said when she brought up the rumours, with Grey Worm nodding resolutely beside her. The three had many meetings without the rest of the council, the only three trusted with the queen's true purpose.
Barristan could only hope she had reached her great great uncle Aemon in time. Barristan was one-and-sixty and when he had to climb the hundreds of steps up the Great Pyramid his knees and spine ached always yet Aemon was to be over a century of age. A man lost to the Wall and Barristan could only hope Daenerys had managed to reach her last family in time, even with the perils of Meereen churning like a storm beyond the walls.
"It is said the Masters have created an army of scorpions to loosen bolts into the sky when our queen returns."
"It is no simple thing to slay a dragon in the sky. In Westeros, many tried to bring down Aegon and his sisters. None succeeded and that was with dragons with a single head."
Only the eyes were the vulnerable spot of a dragon- the eyes and the brains behind it. Yet the queen's had six eyes and three brains and Barristan doubted it would be felled easily. Only there were they vulnerable, not the belly as some tales would say. Even with the storming of the Dragonpit during the Dance, only when the skulls were caved in did the dragons die and they made their killers pay dearly all the same. Thousands dead for four chained and stunted beasts in a cave and Daenerys' dragon was no bound pet.
Yet still, with no word there was worry even if he did his best to avoid brooding upon it and instead focus on the war building outside the walls. Because the slavers meant to attack Meereen, when they lost patience with the pale mare ripping through their ranks.
Something the Green Grace, Galazza Galare, said as much during a council meeting. Of all, not just Barristan, Grey Worm and Missandei. As the fifth day dawned with no sign of the silver queen and her golden dragon. Missandei had suggested it, though from the tilt of her full lips were any indication she did not trust the priestess. The scribe trusted none that held power when slavery was alive but she said the Green Grace was head of the faith and perhaps the Masters would listen to a ceasefire from one of their own more readily. The Green Grace had not seem overtly happy with being asked to speak to the Masters after Missandei refused their first terms but had finally agreed for peace though she had insisted that Hizdahr zo Loraq would be a better envoy for such discussions.
One of the Harpy's, Skahaz had said in distaste, before the council began.
"And what of the Sons?"
"They had claimed thirty lives before the morn even broke," the Shavepate had added.
Barristan frowned at the sudden jump. The killings had been kept in single digits but now with the queen's prolonged absence it had begun to jump dramatically and Barristan felt it would only get worse from here.
"Cowards all," Rakharo, one of the queen's kos, said in disgust. "Such as the Masters, hiding in shadows because they cannot fight."
Missandei also suggested offering gold to the sellsword companies, if not to bribe them back then to bribe them to break their contracts and simply leave Meereen. To offer to the captains or their own lieutenants, as sieges were long and boring and the pale mare was galloping rampant through the slaver armies beyond the walls.
Then the Green Grace had returned, with much the same news.
The woman was old, even by his he would guess another twenty. She settled down upon one of the chairs in the room with the council in a swirl of silks, drinking from a goblet of lemon juice to soothe her throat before she spoke.
"Has there been any news of our gentle queen?" the old woman asked as she set her goblet down.
"None yet."
"The gods sent the man to us, it was sign that he was stricken upon a pale mare. He came as a harbinger. He came as a sign we all ignored." The Green Grace said, her voice growing mournful.
"Superstition of old women," Skahaz sniffed.
The Green Grace sighed in a gust of air. "The peace that we worked so hard to forge flutters like a leaf in an autumn wind and will spin away into nothing. These are dire days. Death stalks our streets, riding the pale mare from thrice-cursed Astapor and will quickly spread to these walls even as it gallops through the army beyond. Hundreds are taking ship, sailing for Yunkai, for Tolos, for Qarth, for any refuge that will have them than this dying city. The queen has abandoned us after she killed so many of us. My people have lost all hope and turned against the gods themselves, giving over their nights to drunkenness and fornication."
"And murder. The Sons of the Harpy slew thirty in the night."
"I grieve to hear this. This is why I say invite Hizdahr zo Loraq to these meetings, bring him in as a voice and he shall aid in stopping these killings and may parley with the Masters beyond before Meereen is returned to the dirt."
And how will he succeed at that, unless he is a Harpy? Barristan shifted, his mail clinking with the movement even as Missandei never dropped her stare from the Green Grace. Around her neck was a necklace made from a dragon tooth, a gift from the queen. The white fang was stark against her dusky skin and her golden eyes were as watchful as a hawk as she studied the Green Grace closely.
Reznak jumped in then, "The Green Grace is correct. The noble Hizdahr knows of diplomacy and manners, he would do well to soothe over the tattered edges before grievous war breaks out upon us. Peace is the pearl beyond price and Hizdahr will help us find it."
Irritated, Barristan spoke, "The queen did not install him in her place. She sent him away and made her terms for her hand clear and he failed them."
"Her beast can be swayed with a piece of mutton, Her Magnificence is young and gentle and had been blinded by stories of Old Valyria."
The idea the queen's dragon would ignore Daenerys' wellbeing for a slab a meat was enough to nearly make him snort if Barristan had any less control. Daario didn't bother hiding his derision for the comment, however, opening scoffing at the old woman's words before he took a large gulp of his wine. Grey Worm said nothing while Belwas continued to eat.
"The dragon is untamed, wild and rabid," Reznak agreed. "It has feasted upon children before-"
"Yes, the Masters were indeed concerned for children when they took over a hundred and sixty for mile markers," Missandei said and making Reznak choke on his words.
"As for my request," The Green Grace smoothed down her skirts while choosing to ignore the scribe, "It had come to naught. The Masters demand dragon blood in return for the grievous offense taken against them. To give them that and they shall leave Meereen be, but the creature has left due to the death of its mother."
"The queen is not-"
"I know these were not the words you wished to hear," interrupted Galazza Galare. "Yet for myself, I understand. That dragon is a fell beast like all its kin, birthed from Hell with no purpose beyond death and ruin. Yunkai fears them and with good cause, you cannot deny. Our histories speak of the dragonlords of dreaded Valyria and the devastation that they wrought upon the peoples of Old Ghis and how they terrorized Essos before the Doom took them. Even your own young radiant queen, fair Daenerys who called herself the Mother of Dragons...she is not safe from it. We may be far across the sea but I know of Targaryens and they can be devoured by dragons just as anyone else and bucked from their backs."
Reznak gasped, hands flying to his breast, "Have the Gods of Ghis told you?"
"The queen has perished," the Green Grace said, tears shining in her eyes beyond the silken veil. "She has been slain and her broken body lies in the grass beyond Meereen's walls. May the Gods grant her sweet sleep and swift death to her abomination of an offspring if it should return. Her freed servants should leave Meereen as well, so the cities can forget the bloodshed and destruction the dragon queen brought to us."
Then a distant thud rumbled through the distance, catching everyone's attention. Barristan, who had been about to reject the Green Grace's assumption for he had the Seven and they had not uttered a thing, quickly strode over to the balcony and saw the rapidly building chaos below.
Now the catapults and trebuchets of the slaver army were moving. Not just the ones in the scorched land next to Meereen but also the ships surrounding the bay. Flinging boiling pitch, flaming rocks and disease riddled bodies into the city of Meereen as bells began to toll below.
The siege had finally begun.
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