In the territory of Greywater Watch, Jojen Reed, a boy with the "Greensight," joined King Robert's convoy. He traveled with the King, heading toward Winterfell.
Throughout the journey, Jojen Reed kept observing Lancelot.
"Why are you looking at me? I know I'm handsome, but you're not a pretty girl, and I'm not Lord Renly," Lancelot finally snapped after being stared at too many times. Being constantly watched was uncomfortable.
The boy would stare at him from close range, his green eyes unblinking, as if trying to see right through Lancelot.
"Ser Lancelot, you will have a son in the future," Jojen Reed suddenly said.
His voice wasn't quiet, and everyone nearby heard it.
Jaime Lannister heard it too and quickly came over.
"Hey, crannogman boy, you say Lancelot will have a son? What kind of son?"
"Blond hair, green eyes. His name will be Simba. I saw you holding him, announcing to the world that he is your heir," Jojen Reed said.
"How old am I? Even if what you say is true, that's a long time from now," Lancelot scoffed, twitching his mouth.
"What else did you see, Greenseer?" Lancelot asked gruffly.
"I am not a Greenseer. In the North, among a hundred skinchangers, one will have the Greensight. Among a hundred with the Greensight, one will become a Greenseer," he continued.
"The Greenseer of this generation is not me. His place has long been decided," Jojen Reed said.
"Oh! So it's the legendary 'rigged election'!" Lancelot said dismissively.
"It is destiny. Destiny chose Bran..." He trailed off.
Jojen Reed then took a deep look at Lancelot.
"The Greenseer will thank you for what you've done, Ser Lancelot." After finishing his sentence, he started eating the frogs and lizards he had caught.
Watching him, Lancelot felt that even Bear Grylls and Ed Stafford would have to bow down.
"He's eating with such gusto. I wonder if it tastes like chicken?"
Joffrey, watching Jojen crunch on his food, swallowed hard.
"Joff, looks like you've been living too comfortably in silk and satin. Want to try a different diet now?" Lancelot asked.
"You caught me. I won't hide it then."
Joffrey walked over to Jojen Reed and traded his roast leg of lamb for a roasted lizard.
He took a bite and found it surprisingly delightful—a flavor he had never experienced before.
From then on, Joffrey and Jojen Reed hung out together for the rest of the journey.
"I can solve your lion's fur problem."
Seeing Joffrey's lion, Storm, looking frizzy and unattractive every day, Jojen Reed pulled out a bottle of mysterious refined oil from his home.
"What is this?" Joffrey asked, eyeing the green liquid in the bottle.
"It's not Wildfire, is it?"
"Not Wildfire. It's an ointment made from moss. It makes the hair of any person or animal smooth and shiny."
Hearing this, Joffrey immediately took Storm to a riverbank and gave him a bath.
Sure enough, once the fur dried, the frizz was gone.
"Thank you! Jojen! Hahaha!"
Having spent time with Jojen Reed, Lancelot now had access to his stats.
Name: Jojen Reed
Identity: Heir to Greywater Watch
Class: Prophet, Seer
Strength: 9
Speed: 8
Intelligence: 14
Spirit: 15
Magic: 24
Talent: Greensight (Can see fragments of the past and future; incomplete omniscience.)
It seems his prophetic talent is trustworthy, stronger than Melisandre using flames to glimpse the future, Lancelot thought.
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After passing the Neck, snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The further north they went, the heavier the snow became.
Looking at the heavy snow, Lancelot recalled a poem: North country scene: a hundred leagues locked in ice, a thousand leagues of whirling snow.
"Lancelot, come have a snowball fight!"
Joffrey and the others started playing in the snow.
Because the road ahead was blocked by heavy snow, the soldiers were busy shoveling, giving the royals time to play.
Suddenly, a snowball hit Lancelot in the head.
"Yay! I got him!" Myrcella laughed.
Lancelot immediately packed two large snowballs and threw them back.
The group, including Jojen Reed, played wildly! Everyone's face was frozen red, especially their noses, which looked like carrots.
At night, Robert ordered the soldiers to cut down nearby trees to build fires.
Lancelot performed the Spark Spell for Joffrey and the others.
"Is this fire magic? Lancelot, you're amazing!" Myrcella looked at Lancelot with adoration, her eyes sparkling like stars.
"This is nothing. Look at this." A fire butterfly flew from Lancelot's palm, followed by another, until many fire butterflies began circling Myrcella.
She began to dance in the snow, following the fire butterflies.
"So beautiful!" Lancelot couldn't help but say.
"Yeah, my sister is beautiful, isn't she, Lancelot?" Joffrey asked.
"Indeed. But she's also my cousin!"
Seeing that Lancelot had mastered the Fire Butterfly spell, Melisandre called him over to teach him a new magic.
"The new fire magic is called the 'Fire Bird'."
Melisandre clasped her hands together, and a small red bird, dozens of times larger than a butterfly, emerged from her palms.
"When the Fire Bird technique is fully mastered, you can summon a thousand fire birds simultaneously. It is called 'Chidori' (One Thousand Birds)."
Lancelot nodded, though internally he thought, I've watched Naruto, you know.
The road to Winterfell was severely blocked by snow. In the end, it took the combined efforts of Melisandre and Thoros casting high-level fire magic to melt the snow.
It was only then that Lancelot realized King Robert had brought Thoros along. However, since Thoros wasn't wearing red robes, Lancelot hadn't associated him with the Lord of Light.
"Melisandre, is Ser Lancelot the one you chose?"
After dealing with the snow, Thoros asked. He was currently wearing a gold cloak, not his former red robes.
"Not the one I chose. He is the one chosen by High Priest Benerro!" Melisandre replied.
"When I left Volantis, Benerro wasn't High Priest yet. I didn't expect him to rise so quickly," Thoros noted.
"The Lord of Light chose him as High Priest; there must be a deeper meaning," Melisandre said.
Thoros followed Melisandre to Lancelot.
"Although it's not the first time we've met, this is my first formal introduction! Ser Lancelot, I am Thoros, a priest of the Lord of Light."
A large bald man with a beer belly and a friendly smile greeted him.
"I am also pleased to meet you! Lord Thoros, I heard your magic is even superior to Melisandre's. I wonder if that's true."
Lancelot immediately began checking Thoros's stats.
Name: Thoros of Myr
Identity: Servant of the Lord of Light
Class: Priest, Prophet, Mage
Strength: 17
Speed: 17
Intelligence: 15
Spirit: 36
Magic: 58
Talent:
1. Fire Prophecy: Can see the future in the flames.
2. Resurrection: Can bestow the Lord of Light's grace upon the dead to bring them back to life.
Lancelot hadn't expected Thoros to be this powerful. His magic was higher than Melisandre's, and he had two talents, especially the second one: Resurrection. Bringing back the dead was an act against nature!