Five hundred and ninetieth chapters chief of the north
Robb's choice of Lord Rickard Karstark of Cahor City as the High Steward of the North was expected and reasonable.
He did not live up to the teachings of his father and mother. At least he did not choose Lord Wyman Manderly of White Harbor, or the idle widow looking at the countess far away on the edge of the continent.
The Karstark family is a distant relative of the Stark family, and Lord Rickard Karstark himself is an important general under Eddard, so entrusting the North to Rickard is the best choice.
"Robb chooses Lord Rickard"
"fine."
Eddard and Lady Catelyn both breathed a sigh of relief.
The man whose name was called, Rickard Karstark, was tall and powerful, with long hair and a beard, and a face full of gray beard. He was wearing clothes made of bearskin, and on his shoulders
It's a dark cloak.
Wow
When he heard the young master named him as the Great Manager of the North, he immediately stood up and walked to the stage. He hammered his chest with one hand, making a dull sound, and then knelt down on one knee.
"His Majesty!"
"I am willing to take charge of the northern territory for you."
Rickard Karstark first knelt down on one knee to the silver-haired young man on the stage and said in a rumble.
"'Winter Sun', the Earl of Kahor City?"
And Viserys didn't seem to be too surprised when he heard that Robb had nominated the candidate for the Great Steward of the North, because the range that Robb could choose from was actually not very large.
Although the Mandalay family in White Harbor is powerful and extremely wealthy, the Mandalay family is not actually a true Northerner. They are nobles who later migrated to the North. They are of Andal descent and still believe in the Seventh Clan.
God, rather than the old god, has always been somewhat out of tune with the other northern nobles.
In addition to the Manderly family, the people Robb could choose should not be too weak, otherwise they would not be able to suppress the heroes in the north, and they should not be too far away from the Stark family, so Robb chose Rickard Casta.
Ke was also expected by Viserys.
"Can."
Viserys nodded slightly, and Rickard Karstark, who was kneeling below, felt happy when he saw the king nodding, but naturally he couldn't show it on the surface.
Although Robb can appoint the High Steward, the selection still needs the consent of His Majesty the King, and since the King agrees to this matter, it is almost certain.
Then the burly Northerner nodded and stood up, then knelt down on one knee facing Eddard and Robb Stark, who were draped in black beside him.
"Lord Robb Stark, you have entrusted me with the North and you will not be disappointed."
"I'll leave the north to you, Rickard."
Ed's face was still filled with vicissitudes of life. He looked at the general he once served under, then patted his arm and said in a hoarse voice.
The auburn-haired boy on the other side still had a nervous look on his face, his cheeks were green, and even the fluff on his lips had not yet turned into a beard.
"I believe you, Lord Rickard Karstark!"
This was the first time in his life that he had made such an important decision, so much so that his palms were still trembling slightly, but his heart was beating faster not only because of nervousness, but also with surging blood.
His father went to the Night's Watch, and he will be the Lord of Winterfell from now on. He will truly participate in this great struggle. From then on, he will make powerful plans for the palace, fight with iron horses, and have more important decisions waiting for him.
"Lord Robb Stark!"
"Lord Rickard Karstark!"
And the scene suddenly erupted with the clamor of the northern nobles.
The trial of the former Warden of the North, the Duke of Winterfell, is definitely a major event in King's Landing.
In the end, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Stark family and the royal family must have reached some political compromise in exchange for Eddard Stark's life.
These people who were able to do good things in the kingdom discussed it with interested people for a long time, and even drunkards in the tavern compiled some tidbits of news.
He swore that he witnessed Lady Catelyn walking into the king's chamber and staying there for a long time before coming out. Her scream was enough to be heard by the whole of Maegor's Tower.
"You know me!"
The drunkard's voice suddenly became louder, and he stood up with the wine bottle in hand, but almost fell down.
"You know me I would never lie about something like this."
He was shaking the wine bottle in his hand, still talking drunkenly.
"Hahaha"
His words received roars of laughter from the drinkers present, as well as rolls of eyes from the tavern maids.
Of course they knew that this drunkard was talking nonsense. A pariah like him didn't even know which way the king's bedroom door opened, and it was even more impossible to witness Lady Catelyn walking into the king's bedroom.
But for these vulgar people at the bottom, they have nothing to do after dinner. They just like to drink and brag and make up some gossip about the nobles.
The drunkard got even more excited when he heard everyone's laughter, and then showed a little finger.
He claimed that Lord Eddard Stark's thing was too short, so Lady Catelyn needed to find a new bed partner. Many nobles had too short a thing and could not satisfy their noble ladies.
For example, one time he drank too much and was peeing in a corner. The former Queen Cersei Lannister passed by and happened to see his
Bang bang bang
The drunkard's words once again received roars of laughter from the whole hall. The drinkers banged their glasses on the table and drank them all in one gulp.
In the corner of the tavern, a man wearing a white cloak and a hood silently picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
His head was very low, and when he was drinking, he could only see a rough golden beard on his chin. He listened to these drunkards making vulgar jokes about the princes and nobles, and couldn't help but slightly hold the hilt of the sword at his waist.
bang
However, at this moment, there was a bang as the door of the tavern was kicked open, and a group of warriors wrapped in black robes and masks broke in.
Their target was directly focused on the drunkard who was full of vulgar jokes, and it seemed that they had obtained conclusive evidence.
"Publishing rumors about the royal family and maliciously slandering nobles will be punished with an additional penalty."
"take away!"
The leader of the team leader said in a cold voice, and the guards of the Ministry of Internal Affairs stepped forward to catch the drunkard, and then tied the drunkard's hands and feet with chains.
"Spare your life!"
"Spare your life! Sir, I don't dare to do it anymore!"
The drunkard was suddenly frightened and woke up. When he saw that it was the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he was frightened to death.
Of course, he had heard of the bad reputation of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Those who went in never came out intact. However, begging for mercy was of no use now. A piece of rag was stuffed into the drunkard's mouth and he was dragged out by force.
Then the captain raised his head and looked around at everyone in the tavern with cold eyes.
Others hurriedly lowered their heads like frightened rabbits, not daring to look at him.
Then his eyes fell on a man in a white cloak in the corner, and he frowned slightly.