Sure enough, just as Jon stepped over the threshold, a piece of wood as thick as an adult's waist hit him from the side.
Kipling was pulling a rope in his hand with an excited smile on his face.
Sansa, who was closest to him, screamed and covered her eyes, and her legs felt weak.
The wood weighed more than 300 pounds. If it hit a person, even if he didn't die, he would at least vomit three liters of blood. In his eyes, Jon's body, which was not much thicker than a stick, seemed to be broken in the next moment.
In just a flash, Kipling seemed to have figured out how to enjoy Sansa and then train her to make money for him.
He had already seen that Sansa was a rare beauty, so he could consider investing some money in her now. When her body grew up, he might be able to get three times, five times, or even eight times the return.
However, the next moment he was dumbfounded and felt extremely regretful for his actions.
Jon punched the heavy impact wood, and the impact wood, which was almost as heavy as a man's arms, suddenly had several deep cracks! If it weren't for the rope holding it up, it would have broken!
Kipling couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. He didn't know how much strength was contained in Jon's lean body! He couldn't react for a while and just stood there in a daze.
As Jon slowly turned his head, Kipling finally reacted and quickly threw away the leash in his hand like throwing away a poisonous snake, but it was too late.
Jon turned and walked over the threshold toward him. Kipling felt that the urge to urinate that he had just developed seemed even stronger, to the point where he had to urinate, and his whole body began to tremble.
"It's over."
Seeing that his trap had failed, Kipling's eyes went dark and he fainted in extreme fear.
It was not until the early morning when the sky began to turn pale. Ned and his companions, who had temporarily escaped from their pursuers, came to an uninhabited mound.
The uninjured people went to keep watch, while Todd's deputy Beric, who stayed behind, rushed to check on Ned's injuries.
Ned sat on a tree stump of suitable height, breathing heavily, and Arya held her father's bearded face in her hands, trying not to cry out.
"Let me take a look. I know a little bit about medicine."
Syrio said to Beric, who nodded and then turned back to get some clean water.
Syrio took out a small knife from his arms, and gently cut open the blood-soaked clothes on Ned's shoulder, revealing the black wound inside.
The skin that had come into contact with the arrow had all turned black, and an area about the size of a palm centered on the wound had turned dark blue and even swollen into a large lump.
'Trouble!'
Syrio's heart skipped a beat.
"This is a poison arrow! We need to deal with it quickly!"
Hearing him say this, everyone became nervous. They had all been on the battlefield, and being hit by an arrow was difficult to deal with, especially a poisoned arrow. It was almost impossible to survive.
Syrio said to Ned
"Lord Stark, I will now open your wound and squeeze out the poisonous blood."
Ned didn't say anything, just nodded. For someone like him who had led troops to fight the enemy in his teens and had several arrow wounds on his body, cutting flesh and pulling out arrows was nothing to him.
Syrio heated the knife over the torch and then stabbed it into the skin around the arrowhead.
"Well--"
Ned gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan. Arya held Ned's head tightly. She could feel her father trembling violently with pain.
Syrio knew he had to act quickly, so he cut a cross-shaped wound along the edge of the arrow in two strokes, then dug out the arrowhead and squeezed the wound hard with both hands.
The black poisonous blood flowed onto Silio's hands, which felt a little slippery. He cleaned them a little and continued to squeeze them hard until nothing could be squeezed out.
Arya looked over her father's shoulder at the wound that was bleeding black blood and Ned's painful expression. She raised her head and asked,
"Teacher, if I use my mouth to suck it out, can I suck out all the poison?"
Seeing the black blood on the ground emitting blue light under the refraction of sunlight, Syrio felt something was not good.
"Go get some clover!"
Winterfell.
"Robb."
Maester Luwin handed three letters to Robb. Judging from his expression, none of them were good news.
"It's news from Riverrun. Lord Tully is leading his army to confront the Lannister army at the Golden Tooth."
"What are their intentions?"
"It should be Tyrion's business."
It is unacceptable in any way that Catelyn took private action against Tyrion without sufficient evidence.
In the original plot, after Ned was arrested and imprisoned, Jaime would lead his army to defeat the Tully army that was confronting him under the Golden Tooth.
In the subsequent battle, he captured Catelyn's brother, Robb's uncle Edmure alive.
Most of Jaime's troops were cavalry, and with their excellent mobility they quickly surrounded Riverrun.
Caitlin's family was blamed for her impulsiveness.
Of course, she was just misled by Littlefinger and blinded by her own hatred. Even if Tyrion hadn't happened, Tywin would still have attacked the Riverlands.
This can only be said to have given him a suitable excuse.
"This is also news from the Riverlands. The Mountain attacked Lord Beric."
"Beric? Was it Lord Dondarrion sent by father?"
"Yes, but Lord Beric was very cautious, so the loss was not great."
"Jon," Robb muttered.
"What?" Maester Luwin asked.
Robb shook his head. He thought to himself that Jon might be in the river area now, so he must be careful.
"Is this a letter from Kings Landing?"
"This is a letter from Lord Petyr. He said Lord Ned had escaped from King's Landing, but..." Luwin paused, "I heard that Lord Ned seemed to have been shot by an arrow."
A cold light flashed in Robb's eyes, and at this moment a voice sounded behind him.
"What happened Ned!"
"Mother."
"lady."
The two turned around and saw that it was Caitlin.
Caitlin snatched the letter and glanced through it quickly. The words escape and shot by an arrow pierced her mind.
"My Ned."
Caitlin's eyes were filled with mist, and she turned around and asked
"Where are Arya and Sansa?!"
Robb and Luwin didn't know how to answer. After all, Ned seemed to have left quietly, and it was still unclear whether he could take care of Sansa and Arya.
"Don't worry, mother. Since father was able to escape, how could he abandon his sisters?"
Maester Luwin also consoled him.
"Yes my lady, my lord will never let anything happen to Lady Sansa and Lady Arya."
The sudden appearance of Catelyn disrupted Luwin's thoughts. He suddenly woke up and asked Robb
"Sir, should we gather the army and other vassals now?"
Robb hesitated for a moment because he had trusted Jon before, and Jon told him to tell Ned not to trust Littlefinger.
But Littlefinger has now delivered such important information.
Robb knew that this thing could not be faked. After all, it would be easy to verify how hardworking Ned was.
Now his information was conflicting, so he was confused for a moment.
"Robb, what are you waiting for! Gather the army and prepare to rescue your father!"
Caitlin was a little angry when she saw that her son hesitated.
After thinking for a while, Robb decided to trust Jon for the time being, so he nodded to Maester Luwin, and Luwin understood.
Soon, Luwin watched as the ravens were released one by one, and they would fly to every castle in the North.
Luwen knew that they would soon bring a large army of reinforcements.