Immediately after returning home, I must leave again. I am being sent south to a celebration. Apparently someone is being appointed to the Kingsguard. I do not know who, or what family, has asked for my presence. My father seems annoyed or frustrated by the request, so I assume that it cant be a good thing. Mother wants me to stay home and not attend the celebration. But father sees a fairly simple way to repay a debt, so I lace my boots and trek south to a town near Dhorne. We have made it to Lord Harroway’s Town, not far from The Trident. I have brought Narissa, Indrid, and Maester Trenton with me. We are travelling with, and being protected by (I believe), a merchant and his guards. It is well that father sent them along, just a day outside of my family’s holding, we ran into bandits. Filthy mountain clans that tried to rob us. The guards, Indrid, and myself dealt with them effectively enough. I hate these men that would prey on the innocent and unwary. But I hate the punishment even more. There is no glory in striking down bandits that are fleeing. But if we do not, they will just return with more on the next attempt. I console myself with your words, “By putting them down, you may be saving another man’s life.” It is the only thought which soothes my conscience.
I doubt my father will ever understand Narissa. I told her to bring along her play sword. She feels safe with it near at hand. Father thinks she holds onto it to remind her of her “lost love.” Nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I believe she hates the banker’s son. He led her on and alluded to a future that could never be. She was hurt, maybe even devastated, by his rebuke. She has grown to be a fine woman. Although her age and marital status concerns me. Her marriage could do much to fortify our family’s holdings. I think she wishes to remain unwed and help the family in the great game of houses. If only she could but learn to put aside her toy sword and act a proper lady.
Indrid is well. She is as taciturn as usual. Maester Trenton as well. Although the day we left he seemed to be regetting the abundance of wine and ale at my homecoming feast.
There is not much to tell. The long days riding are often boring and I find myself reviewing Ser Tully’s teachings to keep my mind alert. In a few days, we will be heading south to King’s Landing. There at least I should be able to find a good bed to sleep in.
Farewell, until we meet again my love.