The Blackfish has lived up to his family’s sigil when he’d swum beneath the water gate and down the river, but the current had been stronger than he’d expected. He’d lifted his head only once he’d reach the point where his head was bursting with sparks like a crackling log. His armor was weighing him down but he’d lifted his head enough to get one quick breath of air before going under again.
This time he swam to the northern bank and crawled out of the river and onto the muddy bank, water streaming out of the chinks in his armor. He fell a few times, swearing the whole time under his breath at the damned luck of a Tully, but in the end he slipped and slid up the bank and into the woods. Dogs wouldn’t be able to track him for a while given how fast and far the river had carried him.
But now wasn’t the time to think, now was the time to survive. The Tully lands had been untouched here. The Lannisters had managed to take Riverrun without much bloodshed and right now Brynden couldn’t allow himself to seethe about that. Right now he needed a horse. Perhaps he might be able to avoid being found if he stayed on his feet, but speed was what he desired and a horse was his only hope.
The mare was easy enough to grab with some carrots and soothing words. Thank god for the outriders helping him with the horses. It was a little tougher to get the creature moving faster than a quick trot, but after a jab of his heel in her flank, she took off fast enough.
He watched the woods for eyes and kept his ears open for the baying of hounds. The mare was dashing through the woods now, pushing herself North. Brynden only hoped that he might be able to escape into the Northern territory. Were the Northern people to be more trusted than the Southron? He didn’t know, but there was always the possibility that he might be able to – what was that? The mare had whinnied at something and was starting to slow down just a bit. Brynden listened carefully, trying to suss out the noise.
‘Show yourself.’ Feminine and young. Familiar? He didn’t think so, but he hopped off of the horse and crept forward. And in between the leaves of a bush, Brynden saw her.
“By the gods, Thalia, what are you still doing here?” The Blackfish said as he pushed forward through the branches. “Put the sword down, it’s Brynden Tully. You sold some of your horses to me a few months back. Is that blood?”
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