Before Ser Mufasa arrived at the North Sea Kindergarten, a battle took place here. Ser Mufasa didn't see it, but he saw the outcome.
When Ser Mufasa arrived at the North Sea Kindergarten, he saw a person lying at the gate. His splendid armor was tattered, and the longsword in his hand had broken in half.
His helmet was nowhere to be found; blood streamed from his forehead, over his eyes, nose, and mouth, reaching his neck.
"Gendry, what are you doing? Bullying someone?"
Ser Mufasa looked at the warrior standing beside him, as massive as a bull, wearing a horned helmet mask and carrying a war hammer. He was panting like a bull.
"Ser Mufasa, I fought him fairly. His skill is lacking, so I can't be blamed," Gendry said with indignation.
Ser Mufasa dismounted and helped Ser Loras to his feet.
"Sorry about that! Loras, Gendry's strike was neither light nor heavy! Are you alright?"
"It's fine, I was just careless; I didn't expect an unknown person to be so strong."
Loras wiped the blood from his forehead, then introduced his two brothers to Ser Mufasa.
Earlier the two of them had kept some distance, hiding behind a large tree, which Ser Mufasa didn't see.
"This is my elder brother Willas, and my second brother Galan!"
Ser Mufasa exchanged greetings with the two and invited them to the South Mountain Nursing Home for a whole‑pig feast.
"Ser Mufasa, may I see your mounts? Whether it's Hraka the White Lion, the Charcoal Fire Dragon Colt, or the Treading Snow Black Steed, I'd love to see them up close," Willas said from his wheelchair.
Seeing this determined young man despite his disability, Ser Mufasa felt a measure of respect for him.
"Sure, you may ride my horse!" Ser Mufasa lifted Willas onto the saddle of the Charcoal Fire Dragon Colt and handed him the reins.
"Thank you!" Willas said after a brief pause.
When the group arrived at the South Mountain Nursing Home, the feast was about to begin. The scent of pork drifted far, drawing many passersby who came to share the meal.
Ser Mufasa welcomed them all with generosity. Among them were farmers, hunters, and mercenaries.
Heraka lounged lazily under a nearby tree, rolling about.
When he saw Ser Mufasa arrive, he ran over, wagging his tail like a dog.
Ser Mufasa also patted his big lion head.
"Such exotic beasts, even one is a gift from the Seven Gods. I didn't expect, Ser Mufasa, that you have three," Willas said enviously.
"Actually I have four, plus a lucky‑cat! Though Tyrion uses it as a money‑god in his casino!" Ser Mufasa thought.
The lucky‑cat named Kate can bless Tyrion's casino with daily profits, keeping it consistently in the black.
"Mufasa, you're here! Are they all here for a free meal?" Jon Snow, dressed as a chef, was carrying plates from table to table.
"Jon, they're all members of the House Tyrell: Willas, Galan, Loras!"
Ser Mufasa introduced them.
Jon Snow nodded and continued serving the dishes.
Ser Mufasa and the others sat at a table, and Gendry removed his helmet while eating.
"You!" Loras exclaimed, surprised to see Gendry's face.
"Why does he look so much like Renly!" Loras thought.
What he didn't know was that Gendry didn't resemble Renly; he looked like Robert.
"Ser Loras, it appears you have recognized me. Yes, I am the disciple of Tuobu Modde; we met when you forged that gleaming armor for him," Gendry said.
"No wonder you're so strong; you're a blacksmith!" Galan said.
Although knights also train strength, it can't compare to a blacksmith's decades of relentless hammering.
In the earlier battle, Loras's sword was deflected the moment it struck Gendry's hammer, eventually cracking. Gendry's strength was evident.
Soon, a roasted suckling pig was brought up by Jon Snow.
"Eat quickly; I guarantee even Robert has never tasted such a delicious roast pig," Ser Mufasa said.
Everyone began to feast heartily, especially Gendry; after his duel with Ser Loras, though he won, he was exhausted.
After they ate their fill, Ser Mufasa took Willas and his two brothers to tour the South Mountain Nursing Home and the North Sea Kindergarten.
When parting, Ser Mufasa produced a new black jade balm.
"This is what saved Brandon's legs: first shatter the bones, then apply the paste; after three months, stronger new bones will grow," Ser Mufasa explained.
"This! Ser Mufasa, such a generous gift—our brotherhood doesn't have much money now; perhaps I could introduce my sister to you," Willas said.
"Indeed, Mufasa, you must have met Margaery, who's a year older than you and looks sweet and cute!" Loras said.
"Hahaha!" Ser Mufasa laughed.
The others didn't understand why she was laughing.
"What's wrong, Mufasa?"
"The prettier a woman is, the more she deceives! So I'm always wary of kind women, especially perfect ones. Your sister is too perfect! So perfect it's frightening!" Ser Mufasa said.
Margaery is very beautiful, known as the Court Rose, and the Seven Kingdoms know her; but she is not only beautiful, she's also intelligent—smarter than many.
"So that's it, Ser Mufasa likes simple girls! Hahaha, what a strange mate preference!" Galan laughed.
"I never said that! Please don't spread rumors!" Ser Mufasa said nervously.
Things in the noble circles can become more and more outrageous as they spread.
If that happens, it'll get out of hand, and Ser Mufasa will be in trouble.
"We're leaving! Ser Mufasa!" Loras said.
After they left, Ser Mufasa went to the South Mountain Nursing Home, intending to bring Heraka back to The Red Keep.
He then saw an old man clad in a gray robe standing before Heraka.
"Old man, what are you doing?" Ser Mufasa asked.
"Ser Mufasa, what do you think of sparrows?" he asked.
"Sparrows may be small, but they have all five organs. Although Westeros currently considers sparrows pests, like rats and snakes, they sometimes eat insects."
"How to put it? All animals are part of a cycle: sheep eat grass, wolves eat sheep, the earth devours the wolves' corpses, and new grass grows again," Ser Mufasa said, showing his deep understanding of the cycle of life.
"Is that so? It seems you truly are chosen by the Seven Gods!" the gray‑robed old man said.
"Um, actually, I am..."
"Ser Mufasa! I was once a monk. While preaching I witnessed the suffering and ignorance of the lower classes, but I lacked the power to save them. My words were like sparrows chattering, so they gave me the nickname: High Sparrow."
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