The Mountain said calmly, "Sir Alvis, I need you to swear in the name of the Seven Gods and the honor of the Alvis family that you will never be an enemy of the Westerling and Clegane families, never."
In a world with God and faith, oaths are the best way to bind individuals, and even more effective than laws. In a world with God and faith, faith in God can be exploited.
The Mountain did not want to offend the entire northern nobility, and then be wary of being attacked from behind by northern nobles during future battles.
Swearing an oath not to be enemies with the Seven Gods faith and family honor is the most effective thing. Moreover, while I can't say it's 100% effective, it's at least 90% effective.
The oath demanded by the Mountain posed no psychological struggle for Sir Alvis; his mind had been paralyzed by fear of that madman, Polliver.
"Sir Gregor, I, Alvis, in the name of the Seven and in the honor of the Alvis family, swear that I will never be an enemy of the Westerling or the Clegane families, ever."
"Very well, Sir, I believe your oath, and I also believe that you never intended to be our enemy. It's all because of Earl Damon. Earl Damon is Duke Tywin's cousin, and his family is very powerful. It's understandable that you are afraid of Earl Damon."
"Yes, Sir Gregor. I am a minor nobleman, and I dare not disobey you, nor do I dare disobey Earl Damon. Sir… I…"
The Mountain interrupted Alvis's trembling voice: "Sir Alvis, you may leave now. Polliver, cut the ropes binding the knight's wrists. He is a good man; let him go."
"Oh!" Polliver swiftly drew his dagger. The captured knights watched with bated breath as Polliver's dagger pierced Alvis's wrist to cut the rope. Almost every knight had the fantasy that "in the next heartbeat, the madman will cut off Sir Alvis's wrist."
However, even after the ropes were completely cut, the psychopath did not sever Alvis's hand. There wasn't even a scratch on his skin.
Alvis himself quickly thanked the Mountain and Polliver. He asked the Mountain for a horse, and after receiving permission, he stepped out of the hall, but his legs gave way and he almost fell.
While Polliver was cutting the rope for Sir Alvis, he held his breath, his legs so weak he could barely stand. He forced himself to remain calm, clinging to his last breath. As he took a step away, that last breath escaped, and he went limp, nearly collapsing.
"Cowards!" Big-Headed Chiswick was filled with collective contempt for the Northern nobles.
If it were his brother, although he was afraid of having his hand cut off, he would never show fear or cowardice; but if it were him, he would not be afraid of being beheaded.
The aristocrats who had enjoyed a comfortable and leisurely life for sixteen years could no longer be compared to the ruthless and iron-willed thugs who made a living by licking blood on the streets.
When it comes to killing and ruthlessness, the street thugs who make a living by licking blood have far surpassed most pampered nobles.
*
Bachelor Tower.
"Scholar Assa, we need to stop the bleeding! Vanilla ash isn't effective at stopping bleeding." Earl Gavin panicked.
Count Damon's body was trembling as if in spasms.
The scholar said that this was due to excessive blood loss, which caused Count Damon to lose a large amount of heat from his body, making him feel cold all over, which caused this reaction.
If the bleeding cannot be stopped quickly, it will be clear to everyone that Count Damon's life is in danger.
Losing a hand was already excessive; if he were to die in Cliffrock, the consequences would be far more serious. Count Leo, Count Gavin, The Mountain—no one could escape responsibility.
Scholar Asa was a master of medicine, skilled not only in treating human ailments but also in healing wild animals. He treated the horses of Cliffrock City when they fell ill. He could also cure pet cats; Lady Hibel once owned a snow-white, intelligent, and lively cat named Rhys, who was always healed by Scholar Asa when it was sick.
Jenny had also learned a great deal of medical skills from Maester Assa. She worked with Maester Assa to bandage Count Damon, but the blood still seeped out layer by layer, wetting the bandage and dripping through it.
Count Leo was also dumbfounded. He had been helping out from the side, handing over things, water, bandages, and supporting the patient. He touched Count Damon's body, which was getting colder and colder, and then he saw the count's body begin to tremble uncontrollably.
Count Leo panicked as well.
The city of Branding was opened by Count Leo!
Count Damon and he were good friends, but it was because of him that the Count suffered the misfortune of losing his hand.
The Mountain was responsible for the severed hand, and Earl Leo could still find an excuse to deny it. But if Ser Damon were to die because of it, the matter would truly be over. The Marble family would become sworn enemies with the Lyford family, and Duke Tywin Lannister would undoubtedly have a very bad impression of him and would hate him from then on.
"Scholar, think of a solution quickly!" Count Leo roared.
Earl Gavin was also pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat: "Sir, Jenny, quickly find a way to stop the bleeding!"
Jenny's hands were covered in blood. The blood-soaked bandages were untied, and new bandages filled with vanilla ash were put on, but it didn't work. Damon's body trembled more and more violently, his face began to turn blue and purple, and the blood from his severed hand seeped out like an underground spring.
what to do?
People must not die!
But why can't the bleeding be stopped?
The herb ash mixed with countless herbs is a hemostatic medicine, so why doesn't it stop the bleeding quickly when applied to the wound?
Scholar Assaev wore a look of despair.
This makes absolutely no sense!
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"Tie your arms up tightly first!" Jenny suddenly said.
Since Maester Assa's method suddenly stopped working, they had no choice but to risk using their grandmother, the witch's, method. Jenny hadn't learned how to stop bleeding from her grandmother, nor had she learned her grandmother's blood magic spells and techniques; she had only been helping her grandmother with chores until the witch found a suitable apprentice.
She had witnessed her grandmother's method of stopping bleeding firsthand. The first method was to strangle the muscles above the wound with a rope. As for why, the witch had never told Jenny, because Jenny was not an apprentice of blood magic.
But Jenny later analyzed that strangling the muscles above the wound was definitely to prevent blood from other parts of the body from flowing through the muscles. As for whether that was actually the case, Jenny wasn't sure.
That's one method. The second method, to completely stop the bleeding, involves uttering a few strange syllables—syllables with a very unique pronunciation that Jenny had never heard before. Her grandmother said they were High Valyrian, blood magic incantations. This method is more effective at stopping the bleeding than bandaging.
Jenny hadn't deliberately learned blood magic hemostatic spells; she had just heard her grandmother recite them so many times that she was familiar with them.
Seeing that Count Damon's lips had turned blue and his eyes were so wide that he could no longer focus his gaze, we had no choice but to give it a try, regardless of whether it worked or not.
However, this is blood magic.
It is something that people avoid, resent, and fear.
"You all go out first, Scholar Assa and I will be fine," Jenny said. "Hurry, there's no time."
Both Earl Gavin and Earl Leo looked at Jenny with surprise and uncertainty.
"Get out of here! There's no time left, and you can't help us anyway. Don't bother us," Jenny said forcefully, her voice commanding, her eyes sharp as she stared at Earl Leo, leaving no room for argument.
Count Leo and Count Gavin exchanged a glance, quickly walked out, and closed the door.
"Quickly, Maester, go find a rope and tie Maester Damon's arm up tightly, tie it hard and kill him," Jenny said with certainty.
The scholar went immediately.
Jenny was left alone with Damon. The incantation her grandmother used to chant when practicing hemostasis kept replaying in her mind. She didn't know if it would work, but she had to try.
Jenny opened her mouth, lowered her voice, and uttered a series of strange syllables.