Chapter 7 - Robert’s Rebellion Part 7
After three days of relentless marching, the Targaryen host, brimming with confidence and high morale, arrived at Gladden's Hollow, a village located 7 miles north of King's Landing. Maester Gerold, chronicling his experiences 25 years later, painted a picture of a weary yet determined army, fuelled by recent victories and the promise of triumph over the rebel forces “all were tired, hungry, and battle worn but our spirits were as strong as ever. We had just defeated the rebels twice, our army was larger than the foe in front of us, and we had never had so much booty in our lives.” The leaders of the Targaryen army were buoyant, despite the physical toll of their relentless campaign. Lord Oberyn Martell revelled in the prospect of Dornish spears claiming countless Northmen, while Lord Mace Tyrell advocated for a head-on charge due to their numerical superiority. The Loyalists boasted 33,000 effective fighting troops against the rebels' 24,000. However, King Rhaegar, the voice of caution, acknowledged the rebels' advantage in holding higher ground.
Lord Mace Tyrell of Highgarden, Lord Paramount of the Reach and Warden of the South
In the rebel camp, tension permeated the air as news arrived about Jon Arryn's defeat at Farring Cross. Lord Eldon Estermont, leading the Stormlords, considered retreating to Duskendale, citing the unfavourable odds against the approaching Targaryen forces. The Northern lords, however, advocated for standing their ground. In the midst of heated discussions, Lord Eddard Stark made a decisive declaration: they would make their stand at Gladden's Hollow. Lord Eddard Stark's decision to stand and face the oncoming Targaryen forces reverberated through the rebel camp. The Northern lords, recognizing their liege's resolve, rallied behind his decision. The Stormlords, though hesitant, yielded to the collective will of the rebel army. As the Targaryen host approached, Gladden's Hollow became the chosen battleground for a confrontation that would shape the course of Robert's Rebellion.
On the morning of the next day King Rhaegar was awoken by one his men. It was earlier than the King had been expecting to be waking, and he asked to know why on the night before a battle was he awoken early. The person who walked into his pavilion made it clear why he had been awoken. Ser Oswell Whent, bedecked in his Kingsguard Armour and a white cloak made dirty by dust entered on bended knee. When he arose the King welcomed him like a brother, embraced him, and then quickly asked why he was there. As the details of the revelation remained veiled, King Rhaegar, spurred by the weight of the newfound knowledge, swiftly departed his tent. Mounted on horseback, the king, accompanied by Ser Oswell Whent, rode towards the no man's land that separated the Loyalists from the Rebels. In a move that perplexed both Loyalists and Rebels alike, King Rhaegar commanded Ser Oswell Whent to fashion a rudimentary white flag using the king's cape attached to a spear. The symbol of peace, usually reserved for surrender or parley, stirred confusion among the Loyalist ranks as they witnessed their king ride out, seemingly unaccompanied, towards the centre of the no man's land.
Ser Oswell Whent, Knight of the Kingsguard
As the makeshift white flag waved in the wind, the rebel lords grappled with the unexpected turn of events. Debate arose among them about the appropriate response, with some advocating for immediate retaliation, while Lord Eddard Stark intervened, insisting on an honourable approach. A delegation of rebel lords, led by Lord Eddard Stark, set forth to meet with King Rhaegar Targaryen. The delegation included Lord Eldon Estermont, Lord Roose Bolton, Lord Selwyn of Tarth, and Maester Boremund. The air crackled with tension as they approached the Loyalist leader.
The parley commenced, and Lord Stark, with a steely gaze, pressed for answers. The rebels sought retribution for the deaths of Lord Rickard Stark and his eldest son, and above all, the whereabouts of Lyanna Stark. The atmosphere grew charged as Lord Stark's first question addressed the fate of his sister. King Rhaegar, sombre and serious, delivered a revelation that sent shockwaves through the rebel delegation. "Lyanna is dead," he declared. The Northern lords, brimming with a desire for revenge, instinctively reached for their weapons, halted only by Lord Stark's command. Questioning the veracity of Rhaegar's claim, Lord Stark suggested that it could be a ruse to unsettle him before the impending battle. To substantiate his words, Rhaegar presented a silver ring that had belonged to Lyanna since their grandmother's death. The rebels, shaken, grappled with the weight of the revelation. Lord Stark, his voice revealing a subtle tremor, inquired about the circumstances of Lyanna's death. A pregnant pause enveloped the parley before Rhaegar disclosed the tragic truth – Lyanna had died after giving birth to their son.
Silence hung heavy after the revelation of Lyanna's tragic fate. Lord Stark, his voice heavy with accusation, demanded answers “what now? Are we expected to make peace because you raped my sister and she had a son?”. The severe accusation angered the King “we loved each other! It was her idea just as much as it was mine.” This defence gained a curt response from Lord Selwyn of Tarth “she was just a girl! She knew nothing of the consequences of her actions. You, however, did.” Rhaegar's impassioned defence clashed with Lord Selwyn's stern rebuke. The tension escalated until the king, recognizing the weight of his actions, conceded the truth. "I loved her, and for that, I plunged the realm into war. And now she's gone..." The gravity of the moment settled upon the parley.
In a moment of introspection, King Rhaegar reached for his crown, symbolizing the power and responsibility he bore. Examining it, he contemplated the toll of his decisions. "Over the last few weeks, I have come to the realization that a scion of House Targaryen may no longer be fit to wear this crown. The news I received today confirms that. It is time to end this war.” As the king prepared to hand over his crown, the sound of horns from both Loyalist and Rebel camps pierced the air. A messenger rode in with urgent news – an approaching army, 50,000 strong, revealed itself on the western horizon. The banners confirmed its identity: Tywin Lannister had arrived.
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