Chapter 21.3- The Seadragon's Roar

I finished bandaging the wound with a series of quick movements. One thing my posting here had achieved was that my hands had grown even more nimble. Maester Bernard did not have a forged links in healing— an oversight that I would see him replaced for when I returned to the mainland. What kind of lunacy had possessed the Citadel not to send us a fully competent Maester. Yes, his links in Admiralty, Shipbuilding, Commerce, Governance, History, and Warfare probably made him one of the best in the realm and as a Maester he had more than passing knowledge of the art of healing, but to lack the chain said something.

Looking over at the man, I decided replacing him was probably shortsighted. I would see him given an addition. The Red Keep had more than one Maester after all— there were nearly a dozen. House Velaryon deserved at least two. We’d get someone who specialized in healing, maybe even midwifery if that was a link offered.

But back to the matter, he was teaching me healing and in no time had decided I knew basically as much as he did so now I operated with no oversight. Just freedom to do as I wished. I moved to the next Cot in the room.

“Ser Bonnifer, how goes the cut?” I asked.

“Feels good, My Lord. Can’t even feel it anymore when I move. Might be fully healed.” He said. He was a blonde man— rare enough in the Stormlands, but add his lithe frame to that and it was clear he had some foreign ancestry to him.

“I doubt that” I said with a smirk that the returned as he scratched at his blonde beard.

“I’ll take a look at it if you don’t mind”

“Of course not, My Lord. As you wish” He said.

I sat on the stool I’d dragged over and began to work on him. I only worked on the Knights. The standard men-at-arms were not worth the time of the Lord of House Velaryon— no one had said those words to me, but I knew it was the truth. There was a reason the Maester and I worked only within this hall— one of a dozen that spotted the castle that was near larger than it had any right to be— on the fifty or so Knights that had been wounded. The rest of the wounded were down in a separate hall being attended to by healers and camp followers. Being completely honest, considering all the combined experience of those healers, they might have been all the better for it. Bernard was not the type of man with much patience for those he considered beneath his station. I made a note to ask Mother which House he had belonged to before he forged his chain. Hadn’t cared before, but now that I was the one in charge, might as well.