#harlaw

[internet-goblin]

"Average ironborn has two braincells" factoid actualy just a statistical error. Average ironborn has 0 braincells. Rodrik the Reader, who lives in a Book Tower and knows over 30 letters, is a fuckign nerd adn should not be counted

[thetorturedlover]

Houses Harlaw of Harlaw, Harlaw of Harlaw Hall and Harlaw of the Tower of Glimmering

[duchess-of-oldtown]

I love Rodrik Harlaw because although he loves Asha, he's not really into the whole Iron Born thing. Yes, he's gone to war with Balon, he goes to the kingsmoot, he sails with Euron but he doesn't really believe in it. Anything not book related and he's like

[aelyxmagnus]

Anyone have some art of our lord and savior George R.R. Martin’s self insert character Rodrick the reader? Bringer of nuncle?

[nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma]

[classicasongoficeandfire]

Asha Visiting Harlaw by Nawia

[scotianostra]

24th July 1411 saw the Battle of Harlaw, near Inverurie.

A pretty bloody battle, by all accounts, aren’t they all? Well apart from Carberry Hill, look for it in the tumblr search box to your left if you don’t recall it!

This was Scot against Scot clan battle, a feud between Donald of Islay, Lord of the Isles and Alexander Stewart, Earl of Mar, fighting on behalf of the crown, and was all to do with who controlled Ross, a large region of northern Scotland.

Donald planned to strike south east into Moray towards Aberdeen, along with 10,000 of his clansmen, Stewart, forewarned of their arrival, had gathered an army of Knights on horseback, of around 1,000, and over 1,000 spear-men, heavily outnumber but better armed.

Holding his knights as cavalry reserve, Mar organised his spear-men into battle formation to face the advancing islanders near the town of Inverurie.

The islanders launched charge after charge against the close packed ranks of Mar’s spearmen but failed to break their ranks. Meanwhile Mar led his cavalry into the main body of Donald’s army, where the islanders thrust their dirks into the soft underbellies of the horses, stabbing the knights as they fell.

By nightfall the dead littered the field. Exhausted, Mar and the survivors of his army rested and waited for the battle to resume the following morning. With the dawn they found that the men of Donald had left the field, retreating back to the Isles.

The heavy losses suffered by both sides meant that neither side could claim the day; however Mar had successfully defended Aberdeen.

Among the dead was Provost Robert Davidson and many of the City Burgess’s fighting on the Crown side.

The ferocity of the battle gave it the nickname “Red Harlaw”. It is commemorated by one of my favourite memorials, on the battlefield near the town of Inverurie, designed by the architect William Kelly and erected in 1911.

The inscription around the top reads “To the memory of Provost Robert Davidson and the Burgesses of Aberdeen who fell here, AD 1411”. There are also a number ballads and music commemorating the fight, one of them is another Child ballad.

Roud 2861 ; Child 163 ;

As I cam' by the Garioch land, An' doun by Netherha', There were fifty thoosan' Hielan'men, A-marchin' tae Harlaw.

Chorus (after each verse): Singing didde-aye-O, Sing fa-la-doh, Sing diddle-aye-O-aye-ay.

“It's did ye come fae the Hielan's, men, An' did ye come a' the way? An' did ye see MacDonal' an' his men As they marched fae Skye?”

“It's I cam' fae the Hielan's, men, An' I cam a' the way? An' I saw MacDonal' an' his men As they marched fae Skye.”

“It's wis ye near or near enough, Did ye their number see? Come tell tae me, John Hielan' man, What might their number be?”

“For I wis near or near enough, An' I their number sa'; There were fifty thoosand Hielan'men A-marching tae Harlaw.”

For they went on an' furder on, An' doun in by Balquhain; It's there they met Sir James the Rose, Wi' him Sir John the Grame.

“If that be true,” said Sir James the Rose, “We'll no' come muckle speed; We will caal upon wir merry men, An' we'll turn wir horses' heid.”

“O nay, O nay,” said John the Grame, “Sic things we mauna dee; For the gallant Grames were never bate, And we'll try fit they can dee.”

They went on an' furder on, An' doun in by Harlaw; They fell full close on ilka side, Sic strikes ye never sa'.

They fell full close on ilka side, Sic strikes ye never sa'; For ilka sword gaed clash for clash At the Battle o' Harlaw.

The Hielan'men wi' their lang swords, They laid on us full sair; The' drove back wir merry men, Three acres breadth an' mair.

Lord Forbes to his brother did say, “O brither dinna ye see? The' beat us back on every side, An' we'll be forced to flee.”

“O nay, O nay, my brother dear, O nay, that mauna be; For you'll tak' your guid sword in your hand, An' ye'll gang in wi' me.”

For the' two brithers brave, Went in amangst the thrang; They swope doun the Hielan'men, Wi swords baith sharp an' lang.

The first stike Lord Forbes gied, The brave Lord Donal' reeles; The second strike Lord Forbes gied, The brave MacDonal' fell.

What a cry amongst the Hielan'men, When they see'd their leader fa'; They lifted him an' buried him A lang mile fae Harlaw.

[jedimaesteryoda]

The Reader: the Crow’s Eye’s True Nemesis

Lord Rodrik “the Reader” Harlaw is introduced in Asha’s first POV. He is her (favorite) maternal uncle, and good-brother to the late Lord of Pyke (as well as possibly the eponym for Balon’s firstborn son). He is the Lord of Ten Towers, Lord of Harlaw. 

Lord Rodrik was seldom seen without a book in hand, be it in the privy, on the deck of his Sea Song, or whilst holding audience. Asha had oft seen him reading on his high seat beneath the silver scythes. He would listen to each case as it was laid before him, pronounce his judgment . . . and read a bit whilst his captain-of-guards went to bring in the next supplicant . . .  Lord Rodrik Harlaw was neither fat nor slim; neither tall nor short; neither ugly nor handsome. His hair was brown, as were his eyes, though the short, neat beard he favored had gone grey. All in all, he was an ordinary man, distinguished only by his love of written words, which so many ironborn found unmanly and perverse.

-A Feast for Crows, The Kraken’s Daughter

Rodrik is indistinguishable as far as physical appearance goes. He possesses neither the muscular frame of a warrior like Victarion, a handsome face like Jaime Lannister or even a disability or disfigurement like Tyrion. He is very unremarkable and uncharismatic, a guy who couldn’t stand out in a crowd as opposed to the handsome, charismatic Euron. 

What truly distinguishes him is that instead of being a hyper-masculine warrior who likes to pay the iron price and has a gung-ho attitude towards the Old Way, he is, as his sobriquet suggests, a bibliophile in an anti-intellectual warrior culture that disdains reading, likely due to its association with greenlanders. 

He also happens to be the guy who is always right: stating to Asha that she won’t win the kingsmoot, the Old Way is dead, that Euron’s plans to sail to Slaver’s Bay and attack the Reach were bad ideas, etc. Hell, his advice to Asha to read Haereg actually provides her the tool she needs to effectively overturn the decision of the kingsmoot.

One must also note his sigil: a scythe. While the scythe is often associated with the personification of death in popular culture, Death AKA the Grim Reaper, one must remember that, unlike the sword which is designed solely for war, the scythe is actually a farmer’s tool used for harvesting grain. The scythe stands in direct contrast to the House Greyjoy words “We Do Not Sow.” It fits with Harlaw being the most fertile of the Iron Isles, and the Reader’s more peaceful, constructive approach as opposed to the Greyjoys’ purely martial approach.

"Asha, my two tall sons fed the crabs of Fair Isle."

-A Feast for Crows, The Kraken’s Daughter

“The Old Way served the isles well when we were one small kingdom amongst many, but Aegon's Conquest put an end to that. Balon refused to see what was plain before him. The Old Way died with Black Harren and his sons . . . his dream of kingship is a madness in our blood. I told your father so the first time he rose, and it is more true now than it was then. It's land we need, not crowns. With Stannis Baratheon and Tywin Lannister contending for the Iron Throne, we have a rare chance to improve our lot. Let us take one side or the other, help them to victory with our fleets, and claim the lands we need from a grateful king."

-A Feast for Crows, The Kraken’s Daughter

His attitude towards the Old Way is the opposite of the general revanchist attitude seen among Ironborn like the Greyjoy brothers. He sees it as a bygone relic of a distant past that no longer works in the present. He knows the dream of Iron Islands independence is a pipe dream. Part of it is the personal losses he suffered in the Greyjoy Rebellion. He lost both his sons in that war, his sisters ended up going mad after Gwynesse lost her husband and Alannys lost her two eldest sons and her youngest was taken as a hostage. 

Moving from that, and showing keen political acumen, he sees an opportunity for the Iron Islands to take advantage of to improve their situation. He suggests the Ironborn use their fleets as political leverage to gain some land on the mainland, which for millennia had been an Ironborn aspiration. During the reign of Qhored the Cruel, the Ironborn had an empire on the western coast that extended from Bear Island to the Arbor. The reign of the Hoare kings from Harwyn to Harren Hoare had them ruling the riverlands. These conquests provided the Ironborn with the resources that their small, rocky islands lacked with their holdings in the fertile riverlands and Reach providing them grain and foodstuffs, and even the poor Bear Island providing an access point for timber, the essential raw material in shipbuilding. Even Balon’s plan involved that aspect with regards to conquering the North. The Reader suggests gaining land on the mainland not through conquest, which in Ironborn history has always shown to be short-lived, but through diplomacy, a grant via negotiations with a king on the Iron Throne. This would allow them to have holdings on the mainland, but in a more stable and permanent manner than in the past given their dominion would be state-sanctioned. 

Also, let’s look at a scene in Victarion’s last POV in A Feast for Crows. 

In the yard Victarion came on Gorold Goodbrother and old Drumm, speaking quietly with Rodrik Harlaw.

-The Reaver

The Reader is noted to be talking with the Lords Goodbrother and Drumm. What do we know of them?

Gorold Goodbrother is Lord of Hammerhorn on Great Wyk. His fief is removed from the coast of Great Wyk, with much of his wealth being derived from his mines rather than the sea. He holds his maester in such high regard that he refused to let Damphair send him away.

Dunstan Drumm is Lord of Old Wyk. He is also one of the failed candidates at the kingsmoot.

What’s more, the fact that they are "speaking quietly” suggests that they are trying to avoid being heard. Just what could they be discussing? After, they were spotted talking, Rodrik and Dunstan voice their concerns about Euron’s taking of the Shield Islands and inviting the wroth of House Tyrell. The Reader was likely making alliances with other dissenting lords, and building a political base of his own.

Then, there is this scene later in the chapter when Euron proposes sailing the entire Ironborn fleet to Slaver’s Bay. Rodrik challenges his plan with facts. 

"When?" The voice was Lord Rodrik's. "When shall we return, Your Grace? A year? Three years? Five? Your dragons are a world away, and autumn is upon us." The Reader walked forward, sounding all the hazards. "Galleys guard the Redwyne Straits. The Dornish coast is dry and bleak, four hundred leagues of whirlpools, cliffs, and hidden shoals with hardly a safe landing anywhere. Beyond wait the Stepstones, with their storms and their nests of Lysene and Myrish pirates. If a thousand ships set sail, three hundred may reach the far side of the narrow sea . . . and then what? Lys will not welcome us, nor will Volantis. Where will you find fresh water, food? The first storm will scatter us across half the earth."

A smile played across Euron's blue lips. "I am the storm, my lord. The first storm, and the last. I have taken the Silence on longer voyages than this, and ones far more hazardous. Have you forgotten? I have sailed the Smoking Sea and seen Valyria."

"Have you?" the Reader asked, so softly.

Euron's blue smile vanished. "Reader," he said into the quiet, "you would do well to keep your nose in your books."

-The Reaver

While clearly not the kind of guy who goes looking for a fight, he is no coward either, given it takes guts to basically call Euron a liar to his face in front of everyone. With a simple question, he manages to be the only person to visibly get under Euron’s skin. It’s the only time we ever see Euron lose his cool as he basically responds by threatening Rodrik. 

"Are we slavers now?" asked the Reader. "And for what? Dragons that no man here has seen? Shall we chase some drunken sailor's fancy to the far ends of the earth?"

His words drew mutters of assent. "Slaver's Bay is too far," called out Ralf the Limper. "And too close to Valyria," shouted Quellon Humble. Fralegg the Strong said, "Highgarden's close. I say, look for dragons there. The golden kind!" Alvyn Sharp said, "Why sail the world, when the Mander lies before us?" Red Ralf Stonehouse bounded to his feet. "Oldtown is richer, and the Arbor richer still. Redwyne's fleet is off away. We need only reach out our hand to pluck the ripest fruit in Westeros."

"Fruit?" The king's eye looked more black than blue. "Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard."

"It is the Arbor we want," said Red Ralf, and other men took up the cry. The Crow's Eye let the shouts wash over him. Then he leapt down from the table, grabbed his slattern by the arm, and pulled her from the hall.

Fled, like a dog. Euron's hold upon the Seastone Chair suddenly did not seem as secure as it had a few moments before.

-The Reaver

The Reader is able to successfully get the whole room on his side in opposing Euron’s plan to sail for Slaver’s Bay with Euron effectively losing control of the situation, and fleeing the scene. While Euron was always able to effectively dispatch his fellow Greyjoys from his brothers to his niece, Rodrik manages to succeed in politically outmaneuvering him. He managed to go up against the man who decisively won the kingsmoot and win. The Reader is clearly no warrior, but he manages to be a skilled politician. 

Euron has a formidable rival in Rodrik Harlaw. Unlike Euron’s fellow Greyjoys, Rodrik commands his own seat that can be used to oppose Euron. Harlaw being the most populous and wealthiest of the Iron Isles also effectively makes the Reader the most powerful lord on the Iron Isles. Rodrik’s vast store of knowledge from a lifetime of reading allows him to be the man who pulls Euron’s curtain, with actual facts being the antidote to Euron’s tricks. Not only that, but Harlaw has enough skills as a politician to potentially build a coalition to oppose Euron. 

We shall see where it leads as the series goes on.