Chapter 29: Chapter 29
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That would be especially useful when the Long Night finally arrived.
Their most notable dissimilarity was the difference in age. At the time of their first meeting, Gregor was twenty-one, and Dacey was sixteen.
In his first life, Gregory would never have dared to lay a hand on any female younger than eighteen. Not only because it was illegal, but also because it was immoral.
Whereas in Westeros, age of consent laws were practically nonexistent. Having lived in the country for two decades had somewhat lessened Gregor's rigid twenty-first century American views on the topic.
He still thought it was disturbing that girls were deemed of eligible as soon as they had their moon's blood for the first time. One of his sisters had gotten her first period when she was only eleven.
In any case, Gregor would take his time in his pursuit of finding a bride. He would also keep his options open until he was more certain about his relationship with Dacey.
He would wait a while before he even mentioned the concept of marriage to her. He would hate to address it too soon. He could handle rejection, but not when it ruined a perfectly healthy friendship.
Furthermore, Gregor had greater concerns than getting hitched. His top priority was still his objective to unite Westeros.
By this point, he had already done a fair job of bringing the Seven Kingdoms together. The process was still in its preliminary stages, but he was witnessing some progress with every passing week.
As he anticipated, Gregor did encounter some setbacks. For instance, some in Westeros were more willing to bond than others. That was reflected in the ratios of the peoples who came to Moat Cailin.
Of the nine regions of Westeros, the Ironborn composed the smallest percentage of the Legion without Banners. So far, no one especially prominent from the Iron Islands had entered the organization.
Most of them were bastards, peasants, and former thralls. There were some retainers from Houses Harlaw, Botley, and Goodbrother that had signed up, as well.
At first, Gregor was unfazed by the low turnout of the Ironborn. After all, based off the canon content in the franchise, they were basically a civilization (if you could call them civil) of people who thought themselves too good to enter an alliance.
Robb had approached Balon Greyjoy with the offer of a coalition, and how did he reply? He all but said "fuck you" and attacked the North.
Gregor had often wondered why the rest of Westeros had not banded together to wipe out the Iron Islands. More to the point, how had the Ironborn even survived this long?
They lived on a cluster of desolate rocks, they resorted to raiding rather than trade, and they were too proud to form a friendship with any of the other cultures in Westeros.
Even the masters of Slaver's Bay were not so reprehensible. While he did not condone genocide, Gregor personally believed that the Ironborn were a nuisance that the rest of Westeros could do without.
All the same, the Iron Islands could be useful in their own way. He was holding out hope that at least some of the Ironborn were wise enough to see the benefits of a united Westeros. Surely some of them had that much sense. Some of them must have been with honor.
It turned out they did. In the third year after the Legion without Banners was founded, there was an incident that even Gregor had not forecasted.
During the eighth month of that year, a lone ship sailed up the Cut (that was the name that had been given to the canal). When the on-duty lookout spotted the ship from afar, Gregor was promptly summoned to the gate.
From the top of the gate, the Mountain peered down the canal through a far-eye (that was what telescopes were called in this world), and he focused on the vessel as it approached.
Straightaway, he recognized it as an Ironborn ship. That was rather quaint. The Iron Islands were located off the western shores of Westeros.
The Cut opened up onto one of the eastern banks. Any Ironman who wished to get to the canal would have had to either travel through the Riverlands or go all the way around the southern end of the continent.
Either route would have expended a great amount of time and resources. Whoever was currently traversing up the Cut must have been determined to reach Moat Cailin.
Gregor's eyes widened when they fell across the name printed on the side of the ship. It was the Iron Victory.
Victarion Greyjoy was coming. For what reason, Gregor could not fathom.
Gregor's council and the top officers of the Legion had joined him at the gate. They concentrated on the large vessel apprehensively, as well.
"What are your orders, my lord?" Ser Rodrik Cassel inquired.
Gregor stood thinking for a minute. Then he lowered the far-eye and proclaimed "When the ship nears… open the gate."
That command stunned several of the people present.
"My lord?" Gerion Lannister remarked, perplexed.
"Trust me, Gerion," Gregor asserted, "If Victarion intends to storm the moat, we can easily overpower him."
"Why even give him the opportunity?" Allard Seaworth, second son to Ser Davos, debated.
"Because I do not believe seizing Moat Cailin is his objective," Gregor observed, "If it was, he would have brought more than one vessel. However, as a precaution, we should account for the whereabouts of all the Legionnaires from the Iron Islands. Make a note of where they are, but do nothing to give the impression that something is aloof."
"It will be done, Ser," Polliver pronounced.
The Mountain's men-at-arms still tended to refer to him as 'Ser,' even though he had been a lord for over two years, and lords generally outranked knights in terms of status.
There were some landed knights who stood higher than minor lords, but Gregor certainly was not a minor lord. Still, he allowed his men to continue addressing him by the title of 'Ser.'
Most of Gregor's companions went to locate their Ironborn colleagues and keep track of their movements. Oberyn Martell, Rodrik Cassel, Sylas Vikary, and Dacey Mormont were among those who remained with the Mountain.
When the Iron Victory reached the end of the canal, the gates were opened and it was granted entrance. Every person on the waterfront eyed the vessel warily as it came into the harbor.
The entirety of the ship's crew was armed, but most of them did not have their weapons brandished.
The dockhands guided the ship into port. Once a gangplank was set up between the bridge of the Iron Victory and the closest dock, the vessel's captain and his senior officers swiftly disembarked onto the waterfront.
Gregor and his associates had already climbed down from the gate. They arrived on the dock at approximately the same moment as Victarion and his men. That was when he and Gregor met face-to-face for the first time.
Back when he was just a fan of the series, Gregor had thought of Victarion as the one Greyjoy who was even remotely likeable.
Asha and Theon had their own redeeming characteristics, but apart from his traditional Ironborn ideals and the ruthless murder of his third wife, Victarion had nothing he had to redeem.
He was only marginally more intelligent than Gregor's men-at-arms, but he commanded more authority and respect from his men than almost any other military leader in Westeros.
In terms of stature, Victarion was a brute of a man, just as the books entailed. He still stood nearly a head shorter than Gregor, but even Dacey had to tilt her head upwards at him.
One of the men standing next to Victarion had a gash in his face. It had opened his lips, rendering his front teeth visible, even when he closed his mouth. That must have been Dagmer Cleftjaw.
Gregor knew that Dagmer had served the Greyjoys for most of his life in the original universe, but he could not recall if the Cleftjaw had ever served under Victarion directly.
If he had not, then what reason could he have for being there with Victarion now?
Whatever Dagmer's reason, it must have been the same as Victarion's reason for coming in the first place.
The only way to find out the reason was to ask.
After an interval of intense silence, Gregor cordially declared "On behalf of Robert Baratheon and the Seven Kingdoms, I bid you welcome, Captain Victarion."
"Iron Captain Victarion," Dagmer Cleftjaw corrected him.
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