The Gates of Castle Blacken
After restocking his supplies a few days ago at White Harbor, the knight felt that the Seven were once again smiling on his journey. So far, from what he could piece together from the smallfolk, the Boltons were content to fortify their position in Winterfell and the west, and bickering with the Ironborn over whose lands they get to pillage. The bastards were losing steam as Aenys Frey is said to have broken his neck on a ride back to Winterfell. Another more implausible story, but nevertheless entertaining from a sick point of view, was that a great white rat took the Frey's youngest sons and baked them into a pie and served it at Ramsay Bolton's wedding feast.
Promise-breakers beget promise-breakers the night thought somberly with a smile.
It had been several hours from White Harbor before a guard had asked what a lone rider was doing this far in the dark of night.
"I am a snowbank knight." the man replied curtly.
"A snowbank knight?" the sentry echoed in confusion "What in the hells is a "snowbank knight"?"
"A hedge knight, good sentry, but there aren't many hedges up in th' North 'round this time, eh?" Despite the late hour, the cold, and the fact that he was stopped in front a worn portcullis and so close to rest, the hedge knight seemed as merry as ever. "An' if th' both of us stay out 'ere much longer, th' minstrels will sing the song of the Frostbitten Knight and the Snowman Sentry! Tell whoever it is ye need to tell that I mean no harm, I seek only shelter for th' knight."
The sentry nodded and motioned for another guard to go somewhere. "Very well, you shall sleep in the stables. No doubt you are familiar with that sort of lodging, "Snowbank Knight"." the sentry taunted as the gate began to rise.
" 'Twould be one o' the cheapest stays I have thus far." the knight countered, with a casual shrug. " Gods bless the man opening these gates...an' may they keep us warm this night!"
With that, the man entered the keep, finding a lonely stable and a tavern in which he made his lodging, wondering what new adventures would entail, and chuckling slightly.
"Snowbank Knight". the vagabond pondered to himself That'll be a name I ought ta' remember for another time.