Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 239 Test
The 1,300 cavalrymen of the Golden Company and the King's Legation Guard marched in battle formation in the night.

They unloaded their baggage and donned heavy armor at the makeshift camp that Stannis's black cloaks had left behind before charging.

The Golden Corps cavalry brought by Little Griffin this time are truly heavy cavalry. The heavy steel armor means that this is not a light team. As the killer of the Golden Corps, their combat distance is only two to four miles. Any further would be a waste of horsepower and manpower.

It is impossible for either humans or horses to walk in heavy armor during a normal march.

When the Golden Group members put on the gilded bronze armor, the temperament of the entire team changed and became solemn and dignified.

Young Griffin and Ser Jon Connington were at the front of the column, and their eyes froze when they saw the Golden Company's prepared charge.

Several legion centurion commanders and standard-bearers came to the front one after another, waiting for orders.

Young Griffin looked at Jon and saw him nod slightly. He drew his sword and said, "All troops, stand ready for battle! Move out!"

"Yes!" Jon Connington was the first to respond. He drew his sword, dropped his armor, and followed the call.

Then, thousands of torches lit up the land south of the Great Wall like sparks, and began to march towards the Black Castle. In the night, the troops were arranged in more than 50 rows, with 20 riders in each row. The horses were not fast, but steady and reliable.

It’s a pity that this battle did not give this unit any room to perform.

When they were about a mile from Castle Black, the scouts that had gone out with Stannis's Night's Watch returned.

Tristan of the Golden Company, Ser Arthur Sandras of the King's Legacy Guard, and Alliser Thorne, the master-in-chief of the Night's Watch who came from Eastwatch as a guide, returned to the team together.

"Lord Aegon." Sir Arthur Sanglas, who was knighted by his brother Earl Gunther, greeted the young Griffin and rode straight to the envoys to report the situation. The Night's Watch coach Alliser Thorne hesitated for a moment, resisted the urge to stand in line, and followed his duty to stay where he was with Tristan of the Golden Company.

Tristan reported what he saw to Little Griffin: "Your Highness, Castle Black was not breached, but the gate was attacked by wights at night. Stannis's black army quickly took back the gate. The gate is very small, only enough for three horses to pass through. Outside the city, wildlings and wights were fighting in a mess. The terrain and situation were unclear in the night. After Lord Stannis took back the gate, he had already begun to retreat to the Wall. When we came back, they were collecting corpses to burn, and the Night's Watch were repairing the gate."

Although there was only torches for lighting, Little Griffin keenly noticed that all the scouts who returned to the team had strange and pale faces.

Ghoul?

Griffin didn't expect to hear such a word from Tristan, but he didn't ask immediately. Instead, he suppressed his doubts and gave orders according to Jon's teachings: "In this case, pass the order down, the whole army slows down, there is no need to rush. Since the Night's Watch is in control of the situation and does not need to rush to help, then we will fulfill our duty as good guests. Master Alliser, I wonder if the castle commander has any arrangements for us?"

"This..." Alliser's face was stern, but he didn't know how to answer for a moment. "Sir Aegon, I'm sorry, but Castle Black has just repelled the night attack of the wights, and there is no time to make appropriate arrangements. However, you can let your troops temporarily stay in the Guard Tower and the Spear Tower, and you and the King's envoys can go to the King's Tower."

Now there was no commander who could control the situation at Castle Black. The original garrison was commanded by the blacksmith Donald and Jon Snow, the steward whom Alliser hated the most. Alliser brought some men from Eastwatch as a guide, but although he was the highest position in theory, Stannis's 300 men were not for show. Alliser could only make the best possible arrangements within his responsibility and let these foreign soldiers have a place to stay overnight.

"Yes, please lead the way, Lord Elisa."

The marching troops slowed down.

Griffin then asked Tristan: "Ghoul, Tristan, if I heard correctly, you just said this word."

"Yes, Your Highness," Tristan looked over and said to the commander and their prince who had come closer. "Just as Lord Viserys said, the resurrected dead, cold blue eyes, wights. I saw with my own eyes that Stannis's black knight chopped a wight in half, and its upper and lower halves were still moving. There were even two giant wights. The Night's Watch said that before dark, they were the bodies left at the city gate by the failed wildlings who attacked the city."

Griffin paused, feeling a little uneasy. He tightened the reins and remained calm: "So, there really are White Walkers haunting outside the Wall?"

Tristan replied, "That should be it, Your Highness."

Without waiting for Griffin to say anything more, the tall and mighty Franklin took off his armor and laughed: "That's right, I've chopped down a lot of people in my life, but I've never chopped down an alien. I wonder if it's similar to chopping a human."

Someone joked, "Haha, I heard there are women among the White Walkers, do you want to try some?"

Someone else replied: "Haha, if you catch a White Walker woman, send her to me. I want to see how she is different from the girls in Essos."

"." The topic quickly changed. Griffin shrugged and rode in silence.

Jon Connington rode up to him quietly and said, "Your Highness, there is no need to worry about anything else. We are here to ask Master Aemon to recognize your identity. Before we achieve our goal, nothing else matters."

"I understand, Ser Jon." Griff nodded.

The night after a battle was always busy, and when Griffin and the witnesses finally went to meet Master Aemon, the skyline was already turning pale.

The Black Castle lacked a coordinating commander, and the actions of the black army were chaotic throughout the night.

Stannis, Donald and Jon were taking over the city's defense, dealing with the bodies and repairing the city gates, while also sending scouts to observe the outcome of the melee outside the city.

Although Alliser took the initiative to take on the responsibility of reception and was very enthusiastic about handling the reception of the Golden Group and the King's envoys, the black brothers under his command were completely insufficient. Although the mercenaries and the soldiers of the envoys were very conscious of doing their own things, everyone came to Alliser, making it difficult for him to cope with the demands.

In the end, Griffin, Barristan and the others simply asked Alliser to take them directly to the city wall to look for someone at the outpost on the wall, but it turned out that Maester Aemon was not there.

Fortunately, they found out that Maester Aemon was in the burned Shield Hall.

It was hard to say that this meeting had any sense of formality. When Griffin and his party found Master Aemon in the dark and dilapidated shield hall that had been burned, he was still treating the wounds of the wounded, his hands covered in blood.

The restaurant was badly damaged by the fire. The only clean place was the long dining table where Master Aemon and several night watchmen had simply spread out a layer of bedding to accommodate the wounded.

It was in the blood-soaked hall that they met Master Aemon.

When they arrived, Master Aemon was tending to Donald's wounds.

When Griffin saw the old man with white hair and cloudy eyes, he found that his hands were surprisingly steady.

The arrival of the uninvited guests caused the screams of the injured in the restaurant to subside. The old man and his equally old-looking assistant seemed to have noticed something, but their hands that were treating the wounds did not stop at all, and they were still carefully cleaning and applying medicine to the injured.

Griffin spoke only after the old man had treated Donald's wound and fed him milk of poppy to relieve the pain. "Maester Aemon, hello. Aegon Targaryen sends his greetings. Sorry to bother you. Maester Aemon, can you please take a break and leave the work here to Master Haldon? Haldon is a doctor who is good at treating sword wounds. Haldon, please take over Master Aemon's work and treat the wounds of these bravely wounded black brothers."

Halton, who was following behind Griffin, responded, "Yes." Then he took out his own medicine bag and walked forward.

Maester Aemon seemed to have heard them coming. "Oh, Lord Aegon? Hello, my brothers in black thank you for your generosity."

Griffin said, "Just call me Aegon, Master Aemon. I'm sure you've heard that the King asked me to look for you." He wanted to call Master Aemon his great-great-grandfather and the king uncle, but since he hadn't gotten recognition yet, Griffin followed Jon Clinton's advice and played it safe.

"Oh, yes." Maester Aemon seemed a little unprepared, and the words were stuck there. "Yes."

Ser Barristan, who was traveling with him, stepped forward and said, "Maester Aemon, hello, I am Barristan Selmy. Before I left, His Majesty Viserys told me to give you his regards. His Majesty would like to come and see you in person, but the situation in Westeros is not good enough."

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Barristan gave his name. Before Aemon could answer, the wounded in the dining room began to murmur, "Barristan? That Barristan?"

As the most famous knight of our time, Barristan's name is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Maester Aemon smiled across his old, wrinkled face. "Oh, Ser Barristan, how do you do? I have heard of your name. My Lord, how is Lord Viserys? Is he accustomed to staying at Dragonstone, where the weather is unpredictable in the fall?"

"Master, your Majesty is in good health, so there is no need to worry."

"Well, that's good," Maester Aemon said. "This is not the place to talk, Lord Aegon and Ser Barristan. Please follow me."

The group began to walk out of the restaurant.

As Griffin was walking, he saw Ser Jorah behind Barristan standing still in the dining room. He didn't move until he walked out of the door. He heard Ser Jorah's slightly sad voice behind him: "Everyone, I'm Jorah Mormont. Excuse me, which one is Edd. I want to know something about the Lord Commander."

After I went out the door, I couldn't hear the voices behind me anymore.

"Master Aemon, his majesty the king asked me to bring you a letter." As the team stopped outside the restaurant, Griffin saw Barristan take something out of his body.

Maester Aemon reached for it and was about to reply, "I can't see."

But as soon as his hand touched the letter, he stopped talking instantly. He saw that the "letter" was a polished black glass slab with the content of the letter engraved on it. Master Yimon could read what was written on the letter just by touching it.

The letter was short: "Hello, great-grandfather Aemon. Viserys Targaryen, descendant of Aegon Targaryen V, and his wife Daenerys Targaryen send their greetings to you. We look forward to meeting at the Wall one day."

Griffin saw that after Master Aemon had "read" the letter, his hands, which had been so steady in treating the wound just now, were trembling slightly, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

This deeply touched Griffin, and he became more convinced that his uncle the king was a good king who valued family affection. He couldn't help but feel more excited about the recognition of his relatives.

"Maester Aemon, Jon Connington greets you. With all due respect, how do you intend to determine Aegon's identity?"

"Sir, I'm sorry. Actually, I don't know why the King asked you to come to me, but since he believes in the so-called 'wisdom' of an old man like me, why don't you and Lord Aegon tell me your story. Aegon," Maester Aemon carefully put the slate into the storage bag of his maester's robe and held out his hand to Griffin. This surprised Griffin because he hadn't said a word since he came out. But Maester Aemon, who seemed to be blind, still found his location accurately. "Child, are you willing to stay with an old and nagging old man for a few days and tell him your experiences and stories?"

Griffin suppressed his gaze towards Jon Connington and answered earnestly, "Of course, Master Aemon. It is my pleasure."

This was one of Jon's guesses about how Aemon would react.

No matter what, Master Aemon was a prince who almost became king, and he chose to go to the Wall out of responsibility and consideration for the overall situation. Jon guessed that even if Master Aemon had no way to confirm his identity, he would keep Aegon at the Wall for a while for the sake of the "overall situation" in his mind, to test Aegon's character and confirm the attitude of His Majesty Viserys.

Viserys's attitude was rather ambiguous, and Jon was a little unsure. He originally thought that he was a bad guy and was trying to exile him in some way. But after actually encountering the wights at the Wall and seeing their magic fires from Stannis' Night's Watch, Jon was no longer sure.

If His Majesty Viserys was considering the survival of the world, then perhaps Prince Aegon was sent here to warn Aegon and his brother Jon Connington in some way, to broaden their horizons and make them realize that the real threat is not the lords of Westeros, but the evil existence outside the Wall.

According to King Viserys's intentional or unintentional propaganda, there will be a huge war that will sweep the world and concern the survival of mankind. Considering that the king's blood relatives are now so weak and dying, Jon has to consider a possibility: Is King Viserys sending Aegon to the north a test for Aegon?

(End of this chapter)