All over the city people were bustling and attending to their business. Men were serving the city as scribes, priests, scholars, servants, cooks, farmers and craftsmen.
Women carried weapons on them, dirk, spear, bow or sling were the weapons of choice. In the training yards woman trained topless, like they apparently fought in battle. Showing their bare breasts and the iron rings in their nipples, made stiff from the cold wind of the mountain.
Also, catching the eye were the rubies on their cheeks. Seemingly glued to them or a kind of piercing like the rings. It was interesting to see that some women had two, three, four, sometimes even more and others no rubies.
Of course, they drew many glances due to their concealed features. Harry, Bella, Andy and Marcella all walked with a catlike grace, projecting their predatory nature.
While his wives and Melisandre drew many man's head with their bodies and tantalizing walk they weren't approached. Most were probably travellers and others most likely some sons who weren't yet gelded. Though Harry's body also seemed to be appreciated by the many woman on the streets, judging from the lingering looks they sent him. Accompanied by curious glances in hopes of catching a glimpse under the shadowy hood.
It looked like the women were mostly in charge of the daily life. Curiously enough all groups of merchants had at least one woman with them. If it was for supervision or protection Harry wasn't sure.
"Do we ask for directions or does anyone know where to go?" he asked the four woman. It was unfortunate that they had to leave the people who could know something behind. Marwyn wouldn't leave the library and seemed still a bit disgruntled at having missed the activation of the Well of Paradise. However, Harry had a feeling it was because the middle-aged man feared he would be gelded by these women.
Mirri needed to stay because, frankly the Lharzeen trusted her and so she was the only reliable person to run things at home for the moment. They trusted Narcissa and themselves just fine too, but like the former slaves took time to get used to magic on this scale.
His wives shrugged their shoulders, but Melisandre seemed to have an idea. "If I may speak, my Lord?"
He made a dismissive gesture and said with a sigh. "Melisandre we've been over this. You can speak your mind anytime and don't have to ask for permission. Ok?" the last part was said fairly annoyed with a strange tone in his voice. He could understand that she would want to show respect, but the raven-haired man found her reverent staring quite enough to be honest. She even got a small nearly unnoticeable flush to her cheeks when he smiled at or complimented her.
Harry still didn't agree with this prophecy. It could even describe something different than a person. Maybe an event. Heck enlightenment could mean something different than a physical source of light, but rather a spiritual or mental one. Still all his arguments were met with closed ears.
Melisandre only nodded, but it seemed to flow off like water on a ducks back, just as Harry expected. "As you wish. From what I remember the Great Fathers claim to be descendants of Hyrkoon the Hero." Before she could be interrupted the red woman continued cutting the protest of. "It is only one of the many names for Azor Ahai. When you would show them what your capable of" here she glanced at his sword upon which his left hand rested. "then I am sure all of them would follow you in a heartbeat." from what she saw until now Melisandre was nearly absolutely sure that she found Azor Ahai in Harry. The only thing missing in all this was the bleeding star. Otherwise the evidence was in overwhelming favour of Harry. 'Maybe in the future it will happen.' she mused determined.
Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes and was successful. "No, we will simply ask for an audience with the Great Fathers and see what it brings." As an afterthought and really just to appease the woman he said. "But lets keep it as a backup plan."
"Backup?" asked Melisandre confused, having never heard the term.
Slightly amused Marcella explained. "A backup is a plan in case the first one does not work, so you have something to fall back on."
Inclining her head in thanks and that she understood Melisandre stored the information away, just like all the other strange words or exclamations the five of them used. Pulling the piss out of me, like Harry used one time was the strangest one so far.
Having resolved it for now Harry, took his hood down with his wives following suit. He searched for an unoccupied guard or anyone, really. As luck would have it a typical female guard with her breast bared was standing near. She had one ring in each nipple and three rubies on her cheeks. One on the left and two on the right. Focussing on her face was easy, with how often he had to do so with his wives.
"Excuse me, could I have a moment of your time?" Harry inquired politely. So far the only thing he learned in the Dursley household, besides cooking and gardening that wasn't useless.
The guard seemed to look like most humans in this area. Olive skin and a little on the small side with five feet and five inches. Dark brown almond-shaped eyes took him in and assessed him and his companions. That he wasn't immediately dismissed was a point in her favour. She could see danger or it were just their unique appearances with the slitted eyes and elongated incisors that could be seen when speaking or smiling.
"What do you want?" it was said in a tone that was neither harsh or gentle, welcoming or repudiating. The language sounded much like Indian he heard Parvati Patil talk with her sister Padma. It was curious that some languages, like the Common Tongue seemed to be English, resembled the ones in their home world.
Coming out of his musings Harry responded. "We" pointing at himself and gesturing behind him. "would like an audience with the Great Fathers discussing an offer we would like to present them with." deciding it was the right thing he introduced his group. "My name is Harry Black, that are my wives and..." having no idea what to call Melisandre he went with "advisor, with whom do I have the pleasure of talking?"
He decided not to outstretch his arm to shake her hand or brush his lips against it. He had no idea how they would take it not to mention how their 'husbands' would. When they gelded their sons then he had no desire to find out if they did it to offending strangers.
"Abha." came again the short and nearly crisp reply.
'Maybe the cool mountain air and the exposed nipples with cold iron in them do that or she simply has a grumpy personality? I bet on the former though.' mused Harry with an unseen grin as he followed her when she motioned him to do so. Presumably to lead them to the leaders of this town. He himself was in turn trailed by his companions.
After a few moments of silence, the same was broken by Bellatrix who couldn't help but ask. "Why exactly are you wearing iron rings in your nipples and why do some only have two and others none, also how do you breastfeed children with them?" she decided to forgo politeness and introductions. The woman, Abha didn't seem to be interested in them after all. Not to mention that it was a fascinating subject.
"I apologize, but my sister Bellatrix does sometimes forget to use her manners." it was accompanied with a glare from Andromeda in the direction of said witch.
Surprisingly Abha laughed as she guided them around a corner occupied by merchants who mainly sold food in form of fish. Apparently from the Leviathan Sound. "It is fine. We get these questions quite a lot actually." after she was done chuckling at the dumbfounded expressions of her company she said. "Only women who already bore a child are allowed to have one iron ring, though one usually does not wear it until later. Obviously she then has to care for the child." another corner was taken, this time they encountered farmers selling some of his livestock. "Every pregnant woman or young mother helps with the rearing, caring and nursing of children, so that should the mother of one child fall in battle the child is not without support. The Great Fathers decide how many children each woman bears, the norm is two to three. Only a woman who has birthed the typical number of children and served a few years in the service of caring for them all is allowed her second ring. Only then the iron rings are normally attached to symbolize that she will bear no more children and is allowed to go into battle with the rest."
'So they make sure their offspring is cared for and that they have one at all.' thought Harry intrigued. Despite himself he asked a question of his own. "Then what do the rubies mean?"
Touching one upon her cheek Abha explained once more. "The rubies symbolize each great battle won." after walking on the main street for a bit they came upon a huge square that seemed to be the town centre. On a hill overlooking the whole square was a huge building that looked more like a mansion, where the Great Fathers most likely ruled from.
Stopping at the stairs she pointed at the top of the hill where the mansion stood. "The Great Fathers reside on the top. You will have to ask for an audience there." with that she turned and walked up with them still trailing behind.
The ascend did not take long and soon they stood before the bronze doors. The doors had a picture of a man with a flaming sword carved into them. Harry nearly blasted that thing open and the doors apart upon seeing it, but held himself back. For now at least.
At the doors stood female guards as well. Abha told them that people where here for an audience, the guards nodded and motioned for Abha to go inside and relay the news.
It took longer than expected for someone to come out again. Marcella, Andromeda and even Bellatrix were content to wait, but Harry saw that Melisandre was annoyed at being made to wait, not to mention that these people made him, Azor Ahai in her eyes at least, wait. It was no outward sign one could see by casually observing her, but rather one to notice after spending a good amount in her company. The crossing of her arms and the slight tapping of her index finger on the elbow.
After an good hour the door opened again. The group stood up from the ground where they sat down to wait instead of remain standing. His wives still had their hoods up, not wanting to draw attention from men, who obviously did not lack women or the will to acquire them through any means. Sure, these people were no threat, but to kill a host and hopefully future ally would probably be counterproductive.
In that hour many questions went through Harry's mind. The most important was how would he convince these leaders to aid him? In the end it didn't matter, because Abha came back earlier than anticipated and led them inside.
The interior was obviously lavishly decorated with tapestries of victories and legends. Ornaments of various precious metals inlaid with gems as well as other expensive looking objects. They came upon an empty foyer, which had nearly everyone's eye twitching at having been made to wait outside when there was a waiting room inside.
As the walk progressed few people were encountered. Among them mostly guards, but one stood out. From the look he was a noble, who wore some elaborate green and yellow dress. It was long, loose and shapeless. It was wound around the hip, under an arm and over a shoulder, looking like it might fall of any moment if not for the left hand of the man holding it in place, while he took small steps. His hairstyle was ridiculous, having it styled into horns. Of course, he ignored them with his nose turned up and the typical superior attitude a pureblood might have.
He was ignored in turn.
They were led further inside until all of them stood again before a big door. Outside they had to hand over their weapons, obviously. Upon opening the door they were greeted with ten figures in a big room with a high ceiling sitting elevated upon a dais, openly showing that they were considered of higher station. Knowing exactly how such people wanted to be addressed Harry did just that.
"Greetings, noble and wise Great Fathers and thank you for granting us this audience." Harry bowed with his companions following suit, just low enough to show respect, but not so low as to appear submissive or weak. His voice laced with what he hoped genuine gratitude, his Occlumency working to not let his mask slip. He was a bit befuddled that only old men were in this council, but shrugged it off as a quirk of their culture.
Obviously they thought him insignificant and instead of introducing themselves they rather leered at Melisandre quite openly. She replied with a murderous glare, fire burning in her ruby orbs. Harry did not find these men so handsome or good looking. It was probably through all the close inbreeding that they practised. Ten males for ten-thousand of woman in this city alone was kind of a surprise. Marwyn had stated that ninety-nine out of hundred were gelded, but that would roughly mean one guy for hundred women.
'Something is fishy here.' Harry thought, but shook his head and coughed loudly into his hand to draw attention back to himself.
Once that happened he looked as expectant as he could, when still nothing happened he just pressed on. "We are here to present you with a proposal that should be quite interesting to you all." at the same time he thought he could've presented them with a mountain of gold and these lecherous men would ignore it in favour of leering at Melisandre and when the hoods would've been down his wives.
"We heard you have problems with the growth of edible food, which is understandable considering the location of your city." motioning around him and spreading his arms wide as if wanting to hug someone. "We have a solution for this problem..." before he could get further his audience again looked another way, it seemed the attention of these men was as short as a toddler's. This time their lustful stares were directed at Marcella, who took her hood down for whatever reason.
Harry was a moment away from petrifying them, put the Imperio on them and be done with it. Although Melisandre seemed to be of the same mind, judging from her eyes trying to incinerate these guys.
Before Harry could say anything further the guy in the middle, who seemed in charge, spoke. "We knew you would be coming here sooner or later and your reasons for it as well." it was directed at all of them. "Sadly, we have already come to an agreement with Meereen and the other cities of Slavers Bay." with not an ounce of sadness in his voice, behaviour or facial expression.
While the vile men in front of them talked about how many bed-slaves they would receive from Yunkai and other slaver cities like Meereen through their pact with the House of Pahl, Melisandre, and when she saw right Bellatrix as well, was at the end of her rope.
Here her master offered to make their lands fertile again, something that was practically a miracle, and these people were only thinking with their cock. The last part was nothing new to her having lived in a Red Temple and having been a Temple prostitute herself at one point, but it made it not less despicable. Before she could attack, display her displeasure or do anything to harm these fools Harry said something himself.
"Then we have nothing further to discuss. Good day." the voice used to transmit these words was emotionless and cold. He had to restrain himself a good bit, their only chance at an obvious alliance was out of the question now.
'Maybe we could persuade the Ghiscari, but I doubt it when we want to abolish slavery, their only thing to trade.' a mental sigh escaped him then. It seemed they had to fight alone in the coming war. Preparations had to be made.
Upon turning around and wanting to exit the spears of the guards were crossed, most likely due to a gesture from these Great Fathers. Hearing the voice that grated already on his nerves, did not made Harry inclined to not use violence. "Leave the women here. They will make good breeding cows." said the spokesperson of this so called council. Having definitely chosen the wrong one for the job.
With a mental command he let his wives stand down, for now. Next he immobilised the two guards at the entrance with a muttered "Immobulus!" freezing them in place at the door, followed by a Colloportus and Muffliato for the door and room itself. All this happened in the span of three seconds.
While on the outside nothing differed from three seconds before, besides the widening of the guards eyes which wasn't seen from their superiors. Turning his head slightly around while shadows concealed his features and the room temperature dropped a good ten degrees Harry asked as cold as the room now felt. "What did you just say?!" it was one thing to deny an alliance, but another entirely to threaten his wives in such a manner.
In all cases before the men had not much power or influence, but these had a whole town at their disposal, full of woman trained to kill from birth not to mention allies. Beside him all of his four companions were ready at a moments notice to attack these fools.
The men left of the leader sneered with a leer directed at his wives who's hoods were now all down. "You heard us! Leave the bitches here and you can go. Die, when your enemies arrive to slaughter and enslave you and your people." apparently this guy was just as dense as the rest of these idiots and not very adept at feeling the atmosphere.
Now fully turned Harry looked at these poor excuses for humans and concentrated all his power in his Legilimency, connecting him with all ten of them and draining him of a good deal of magic. He did not read surface thoughts and searched for no memory or feeling. No, he did the opposite he send them his memory of the Dementors and the feeling of utter fear and dread that climbed upon ones spine every time it was encountered, letting the hairs of the neck stand on end in alarm.
Seeing that Harry walked nearer. "So, I finally have your exalted attention." it was said with a sneer that would make Snape jealous. Still walking he summoned his blade to him, which appeared a second later in his hand. "Now listen and listen well, though I doubt you can do so, seeing as most of your thinking is done with your prick." he mocked them as he drew nearer to the dais, drawing his sword slowly, as the eyes of the Great Masters widened in fear. The smell of urine now prominent in the air followed by the one of feces.
Smelling it, Harry commented. "Disgusting! I came here to offer you an alliance. Willing to make your land bloom once more in exchange for military help." his eyes were hard and cold as the emerald fire danced in his orbs.
He looked the leader in the eye still. Skimming through his memories that were wide open to him. "An opportunity others would kill for." now channelling his magic into the sword, engulfing it in flames he pointed it at the old geezer in the middle and their spokesperson. "Without even hearing of our proposal and its advantages to your people you dismissed us made an alliance with our enemies, accepted slaves as payment and then even have the gall to demand I give you my wives to do with as you please, defiling their bodies! All while you have thousands of woman at your disposal, which I bet you can't properly satisfy."
Nobody heard the murmurs of agreement from the guards still frozen at the door. Looking on in horrified awe as their leaders were about to be turned to naught but ash. Both had three rubies on each of their cheeks, but even with their battle experience they could do nothing but look on.
He stood now directly in front of the old man and leader of the council, his voice raised from a whisper that was heard through the room to a firm and strong voice hard as steel and fiery as a lovers possessive passion. It seemed the old geezers just now regained the ability to speak as he loudly exclaimed. "No, wait..."
He got no further as the flaming sword descended upon him, cleaving the body in two from head to toe as well as the table in front of it. "Too late." the two separate parts burst into flame from the sheer heat the blade emitted and fell apart until nothing remained but cinders. Normally Harry would've spared these idiots, saying they weren't at war. Well, that has changed now with four armies marching on them and these people being the ally of an enemy.
The strike was the signal his wives took to engage themselves. Summoning their weapons from outside, Bella threw her daggers into the skulls of the outermost two men, while casting an Avada Kedavra at a third one. Her fury, with those who sought to separate her from her husband, master and centre of the world all rolled in one, so great as to use the killing curse.
Marcella with her shortswords in hand was quickly besides two of them and cutting them to pieces, hitting the ones on the opposite site of Bella's attack. She let them die from the poison in agony and hit a third one with a quick Diffindo, cutting him in half diagonally from hip to shoulder.
Andromeda leaped up to the dais in a clockwise rotation, swung her axes in an horizontal arc and cleaved another old man in two parts at the waist, like a hot knife through butter the axes did not even slow down. Using her momentum she swung herself further and took the head of another man. He didn't used it anyway so it was no great loss.
The last to die did so at Melisandre's hands. She flung a quick explosive fireball at him, letting the body explode upon impact. Watching pleased as guts and gore from the pig rained down upon them, but did not stick due to the nature of their armour. While she herself was far enough away to escape the shower of gore and splinters from the wooden floor.
Seeing the work done Harry sheathed his sword again. "That was satisfying." he heard Bellatrix comment as her daggers flew back towards her. No sound came from the skulls where they previously rested, so sharp were the weapons.
"Yes, it was." agreed Marcella she nearly lost her control at the audacity of these old codgers. Trying to make her into a whore. 'As if Harry would something like that happen.' she thought with utmost conviction. The olive-skinned women knew the moment the words left the mouth of the idiot that it were to be his last.
Andromeda too put her weapons back, at her belt. "Indeed." she concurred "Though I doubt we will now get the loyalty of these warrior-women." What could they say? Sorry your leaders were absolute dicks? The slaughter of their governing body would not really endear themselves to these people. The bodies were put on a pile and incinerated by Melisandre, who took probably a bit too much pleasure out of it.
Harry was silent as he too put his weapon back in the scabbard and walked down from the dais towards the slightly shaking guards, ignoring the burning bodies. "I won't harm you." seeing their still wide and fearful eyes he looked behind himself and added. "They won't harm you either." The raven haired man clapped his hands, dispelling the Immobulus and letting some of the atmosphere return to normal with the gesture.
Now with his wives and Melisandre behind him and the door locked there was no escape. It was proven when one guard tried to do just that and flee through the door. Both stood with their dirks drawn before them. Holding up his hand to be non-threatening he continued. "I just wanted to tell you that your leaders apparently had something against more people joining their noble circle."
The shaking subsided and their usual instincts came to the fore. Firming the grip on her spear the left one asked. "What do you mean?" confusion in her eyes evident.
Harry sighed and went to explain, but started with a question. "Did in recent times happen some accidents that resulted in the deaths of promising males?" even his wives had confused expression on their faces at the abrupt change of subject. They were confident in him, however.
Looking at each other the two guards nodded slowly while this time the right one answered. "Yes, some were killed in accidents, others did not wake up from their sleep, while most were found dead with wounds in their bodies."
"Like I said." Pointing behind him to the corpses in their various states he continued. "You see these men were in their youth when this plan was hatched. They did not like that once reaching manhood their cock and balls would be chopped off." seeing that he had the attention of the guards Harry went on. "So they arranged several unfortunate accidents and such for the more comely, larger and stronger males. With them out of the picture they themselves would be chosen as Great Fathers in turn."
The more he went on the more enraged the two guards became. He wasn't finished, though. "Of course, there were still the many other sons of and the remaining Great Fathers themselves that came before. Over the years these too died either of natural causes or arranged ones until only these ten were left and prevented most if not all other males to become Great Fathers."
It had been a simple plan, but the results spoke for themselves. The motive to get pussy kind of escalated on the way and they did not want to share. To kill their own offspring was way too far though, so it was no great loss for humanity that these scumbags died.
Having done his duty Harry went to leave with his companions behind. He turned his head and said over his shoulder. "I would warn the other cities of Bayasabhad and Shamyriana, there were happening the same things." if Harry was honest with himself he too would be kind of resentful, when his bollocks were to be cut off upon a certain age just because he lacked in some areas. To resort to such methods wasn't the right way, however.
Despite this a kind of defeated aura hung in the air, which was understandable. Their only obvious possible ally was now dead, at their hands no less. It could be attempted to persuade one or more of the attackers to become turncloaks and aid them, but Harry did not think it would be cheap, though even then the Unsullied, Golden Company and even the Legions of Ghis would never do so. Not to mention that they could go back on their word which was very probable if not guaranteed with slavers.
The group made their way outside of the manse, it was dark by now as the sun was just setting and evening arrived. So an inn for the night was needed. Harry doubted anyone would attack them or even believe the story the two guards would tell. All was done in silence as they booked a big enough room for themselves, one for Melisandre and went to sleep for the night.
Sleep came after the typical activities of the night, but even with exhaustion of it and the day catching up it took a while. No one noticed Melisandre exiting her room and going for the temple of R'hllor in this city with the typical ritual pyres burning like every evening. She had the two guards from before in tow with her.
'Dawn came all too soon.' Harry thought as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Like usual he was trapped by his wives, but by now he could easily free himself from the entanglement of limbs. Once all were awake and clothed in their armour the group made way to the common room and breakfast. Something in the air told Harry that this would be no ordinary day. His gut told him something was going to happen, if it would be bad or good he had no idea. Just then he noticed something.
"Where is Melisandre?"he inquired.
Shrugging Bellatrix proposed sleepily. "Maybe she slept in?" she liked the red woman well enough with her worship of Harry, which Bella could certainly understand, although this did not mean she knew the woman's schedule.
A disbelieving look was send the eldest Blacks way by Marcella. "You do know that all the time we've known her she was up before dawn?" the rhetoric question was met with another shrug.
"Maybe." Bella conceded huffing. "But I am not a morning person." she needed her sleep and cuddle time with Harry. That they did not had time for morning sex was bad enough as it is, but to stand up even earlier? No, thank you!
Harry chuckled as he sat himself at one of the tables. "I suppose she can't cause much trouble in such a short time." ordering breakfast the group ate in relative silence while all thought of plans to implement in the coming siege of their new home.
"Do you have any helpful ideas for the defence of our city?" asked Harry. He had a fair few, but the group had to go all out if they wanted to survive. Thank god that the people here had no jets, tanks, missiles or other such military equipment or the group could say their city goodbye in a months time. When the enemy only had bows, swords and ordinary armour their chances were much higher.
"I am sure Cissy is already brewing many nasty surprises for the attackers." said a smug Bellatrix, thinking of all the things the blonde Black would cook up. Garrotting Gas, Erumpent potion, Armadillo Bile Mixture among them for sure. "I myself would think Devil snare would make a good trap."
Raising one eyebrow Andromeda commented. "I doubt it will work. The plant shies away from sunlight and I doubt the armies will attack in the night." The plant would only sit in the ground motionless, in her smallest form, waiting for darkness.
"That's no problem." countered Harry. "We can make Peruvian Darkness powder to give them the conditions they need. It would even be better. No enemy would approach a giant hedge of tentacle vines, but burn them down." taking a bit from his breakfast, which were paneer bread rolls with potato-cheese stuffing. "This way we would lose them. However if we let the enemy approach on the dormant ones and throw the powder on them. They will explode with growth and strangle all they can grasp."
"Wasn't that the stuff these Weasley twins sold at their shop you sponsored?" inquired Marcella as she ate her own breakfast. Ragi Idli, soft and fluffy steamed rice-lentil cakes. "Didn't they have something else that would help us also?" she pondered while stuffing the delicious cakes in her mouth. She had to tell Harry that he should get the recipe from the cook. She always had a weakness for good food and one of the things that attracted her to Harry. His food was more often than not divine.
Knowing what she meant Harry said. "Ah... you mean the portable swamp." stroking his chin he allowed. "Yes they could be very useful in hindering the enemy." But how to arrange the defences exactly? Maybe a wall could be finished in time after all. Protecting the farms and orchards.
'Now that I think about it we will also need trade routes and a working infrastructure and better roads.' a small sigh escaped him at all they still had to do. But the war came first.
The end of breaking the fast went much the same way as the beginning as the group discussed various tactics to ensure their survival. Shortly after all were finished Melisandre came downstairs herself. Looking like serenity incarnate as always. She sat herself directly at Harry's unoccupied left side and also like always greeted him first. "Good morrow to you, my Lord." the rest of the table only got an acknowledging nod and short greeting.
"Long night?" asked Andromeda as the waiter cleaned the table of the plates.
Melisandre again nodded and replied. "Indeed, but it was worth it."
Bellatrix now perked up and inquired. "What was worth it? There isn't much to do and I doubt you had a romp beneath the sheets with some guy seeing as all of them, expect some merchants, have no equipment for it anymore." leaning back in her chair and adding with some smugness, pointing to all of them. "The only other one would be Harry, but I know that you haven't used his equipment, because we three did use it all night long." it was accompanied with a moan, which worked, judging from the slight twitch of Melisandre's eye.
Bella saw the looks the red woman send her and her sister-wives husband, but did not know how to feel about it. On one hand they shared him already and he could outlast them all with his Metamorphagus abilities and other passive traits, but on the other she wanted most of Harry for herself. In the end to tease the red woman was something worth all on its own.
Though, she saw herself in Melisandre somewhat. Every time her gaze was upon Harry it was reverent and passionate exactly like her own. A mixture of great happiness, disbelief at having found what she sought and unbelievable desire, all consuming and burning like the sun was in it. Bellatrix knew they would've to kill this woman to get her away from Harry. Which would be a waste considering Melisandre's talent and knowledge.
Reigning in her desire and show Harry what a much more experienced woman could do Melisandre replied. "No, I have not searched, as you put it, for a romp beneath the sheets. I was in the local temple of R'hllor." it was left unsaid that Melisandre would never sully herself with another man now that she had found Azor Ahai. Unknowingly confirming Bellatrix's thoughts.
The only one having a queer feeling about this was Harry, even though she prayed to her god every day and it was nothing out of the ordinary. "Really? Did you have a satisfying service there?" he only inquired out of politeness and the feeling that something was wrong somehow. The feeling from before came back tenfold.
Now it was Melisandre's turn to look smug. A smile graced her red, full lips and her voice seemed to be even more sonorous than usual. "Yes, I had. I even arranged an army for you!" the last part was said while challenging his wives with a taunting look.
The table fell into utter silence, expect Marcella who spat out her drink and across the table on the ground. She choked out. "What?!" slight disbelief colouring her voice.
Swinging her copper hair over her shoulder Melisandre said. "Like I said I arranged an army for your husband and my lord." the undertone implied non favourable things towards the olive-skinned woman.
Now knowing what exactly this feeling was Harry relaxed. Who knew his danger sense wasn't restricted to mortal danger? "And how exactly did you acquire this army? Pay for them? How many are in it anyway?" he inquired as he calmly drank the last of the milk.
Just as calmly Melisandre replied as she leaned against Harry and held his left arm between her bountiful bosom with her head resting on his shoulder, while she stroked his chest. "Last night at the ceremony, where we pray to R'hllor to bring the dawn back, I spoke to the high priestess and convinced her to let me lead the sermon."
Now stroking his cheek so that her eyes were locked with his own, enabling her to see into his wonderful, fiery and mesmerizing emerald orbs. "After I told my prayer I invited the two guards of yesterday to join me on the dais." now with her other hand guiding Harry's own to her butt she ignored the growls coming from around her and continued. "Did you know that only the most trusted and respected women are allowed to guard the Great Fathers?" after the rhetorical question a throaty moan escaped her when Harry squeezed her ass cheek.
She smiled when the growls nearly turned to snarls. "Anyway I told them of what transpired in the chamber and how you saved their city from the dark machinations of these old men. The two guards confirmed my story and upon when Abha, who is also the leader of the city guard, announced for me all others followed."
Harry did not know what to say. So he went with the obvious. "That's great! Now we have more of a chance to survive at least." he exclaimed relieved at not having to deal with eighty-thousand men with only six of his own. He saw the joy in Melisandre's eyes at having pleased him and the next moment and blink later she claimed his lips in a hungry and wanting kiss. Attempting to imitate a Dementor, by sucking his soul out of his mouth. Her left hand that had guided his hand to her ass was now the one holding his face and the right went straight to his crotch.
Out of reflex he kissed her back, until her hand snaked down to his cock. As he pulled back he saw that all other three woman were glaring daggers at Melisandre. Puzzled he wondered why none of them had went to interfere. It wasn't as if something like that hadn't happened before.
Although, usually one of them would scare the woman who attempted it away before anything happened. One look down he saw that the Melisandre's shadow seemed to be connected with the one of the table and through it with the ones of his wives and his own. "What did you do with your shadow?" he asked curiously and trying to change the subject. He doubted it would work, but tried nonetheless.
The woman in question's bosom was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her hands were still on his cheek and crotch. "I bound your shadows together with mine through the shadow of the table, so that they are immobilised and wouldn't disturb us." it was said while she resumed stroking his cheek and fondling his staff and balls with her hand that apparently slipped through his waistband.
Harry didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that he never wore smallclothes these days. He took it up one day when he noticed that his wives did so too. Most times the leather of the basilisk hide was snug enough anyway. A moan escaped him from her ministrations. Next he used his own hands, removing her own from his body and saying. "I think you should stop or when you release them they will kill you or at least harm you."
The red woman pouted with her full lips and nodded, but did not remove her hands from his own. Once the others were free from the shadowbind, similar to a full-body bind Marcella still with a furious expression on her normally beautiful face yelled. "You bitch. How dare you?!" it was a good thing Harry had the foresight to apply an illusion around their table, that let them appear as if in a normal conversation. As well as an anti-eavesdropping one.
Andromeda voiced similar thoughts as Marcella, but Bella was silently glaring at Melisandre and looking indecisive.
Completely unruffled by their shouting Melisandre replied. "I don't know why you're so upset. You share him already after all, so one more wouldn't hurt. Would it?" She saw the perfect opportunity and took it. Melisandre would never give up on joining Azor Ahai in every way possible. That she had to share with four woman was unfortunate, but nothing she couldn't handle.
That these four woman could kill her easily, at the moment, made careful handling a requirement. However the months she waited was nearly more than she could bear. Being constantly in his presence and repressing her urges and desires. The silencing charm in form of a rune she learned ever so helpful and allowing her to take care of it somewhat without rousing suspicion.
"No." admitted Andromeda hissing. "But we don't really know you all that much." she was still a bit sore about having been made to apologize to this woman. And now she even made advances on her husband. Granted he had three more wives, but the red woman was not among them.
"You know more than anyone else living, today." Melisandre countered quickly as she now only held Harry's right hand with her left, guiding it on her thigh and holding it in place. "Besides my unbreakable vow would not allow me to betray you in any fashion. Not that I had or have any intention on doing so." Melisandre would rather kill herself than to betray Azor Ahai, R'hllor's chosen.
Upon hearing that Andromeda grudgingly backed down, though Marcella took it up. "Be that as it may. That does not mean that Harry wants you as something more than an adviser!" She was okay to share Harry with the sisters Black, but not with this fanatic pyromaniac. It was a chore to prevent her from burning things in the name and glory of R'hllor.
'Maybe we can let her burn some captured enemies once we defeated them?' Marcella mused even though she found burning alive to be unpleasant she had nothing against doing it to enemies. The slavers certainly deserved it.
Now sporting another confident and smug smile Melisandre replied. "What gave you the idea that he would not want me? After all he confined in me with his past, just like I did with mine." now taking his arm once more she trapped it again in her bosom while letting out a content sigh and laying her head on his shoulder. Purring much like Bellatrix would and snuggling closer to him.
Now all with his wives eyes on him Harry admitted. "Yes I told her of my past, but only because I wanted to make clear why I could not and would not be Azor Ahai." it had apparently the opposite effect, it did not matter either way as long as she was the only one to believe it.
At home there Voldemort and Dumbledore believed him to be the Chosen One as well as the rest of the sheep. Though they knew not the prophecy these people still thought as the boy-who-lived Harry were to solve all their problems and believed he could, which was basically the same. Here it was just Melisandre, thankfully.
"See, you don't love him as Harry, but as Azor Ahai which he is not. You are the only one that believes it to be the case right now anyway." exclaimed Andromeda angrily. She knew that Harry wanted to be seen as himself and not as something else. Boy-Who-Lived, Azor Ahai, Chosen One or any other title he did not earn was something he disliked.
Now Melisandre looked directly at his wives while still clamping onto Harry. "Of course others believe him to be Azor Ahai. This whole city does so too!" after she said it Melisandre felt Harry stiffen and extracting his arm harshly from her grip. Looking up at his face, where before was warmth and gratitude there was now nothing, but a blank face that could've been chipped out of ice, expression colder than a northern winter.
"You did what?" he whispered accusingly, his voice carrying over the table despite the low volume of it. He knew it was too good to be true. Arriving on a good world on first try. He could live in a world where slavers roamed free, women were basically oppressed, everybody fought everyone and for mostly stupid reasons.
What he could not tolerate was being hailed as some kind of saviour. One moment! One moment of inattention, a single one and he again had a situation like back home at his hands.
He silenced his wives with a look when they went to say something and turned his still cold eyes to Melisandre."I told you these things in confidence." As he went on the icy mask melted from his burning fury and was replaced piece by piece with a snarl. "To basically say that I dislike, no loath being seen as a messiah."
His anger wasn't wild, but rather focussed, like a concentrated flame meeting flesh and feeling cold instead of hot upon touching it. "You go and proclaim me exactly that in front of a whole town no less! We will go out there and explain that I am NOT Azor Ahai!"
"You must!" she implored and before he could work up more steam or even explode she went on. "You are Azor Ahai. I saw it in the flames. The Great Other will rise together with an army of the dead after a long summer. He brings with him the Long Night, that only you can stop! You let me serve you despite your reluctance to do so, that alone means something." all tries to again clamp onto him were thwarted by him.
Now gritting his teeth Harry prepared for a good tongue lashing, but was prevented from doing so by Bellatrix. The witch, who was until now silent for this argument, and still was, plopped herself in his lap and kissed him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and hands at his head to hold him in place. The eldest Black knew he was more than a bit agitated, but this method worked up until now every time since she began doing it. She also knew he wouldn't push her away, his anger wasn't directed at her or even at Melisandre. He was frustrated to be again in a position he did not want to be in.
"Better?" Bella asked when she pulled away after a good five minutes of draining the frustration out of him, smiling.
"Yes!" He kissed her himself to show his appreciation and said it as well. "Thank you Bella." he graced her with a smile and squeezed her appreciatively at her waist. It was the last thing he expected to happen, but it worked.
Before he could say any more he heard Bella speak. "I think you should not deny to be Azor Ahai." Seeing his perplexed expression she went on. "You may be it or maybe not. What I do know though is that we need these fighters or we won't win." the last part was said pleadingly with her big violet slitted eyes. These enticing orbs remembered him of a kitten since they took on this appearance and it was startling that eyes who saw that much bloodshed could look so innocent, in his mind at least.
He sighed and looked past her to Marcella and Andromeda, asking. "What do you think?" he found it best to ask or one of the two wouldn't be able to resist interrupting. Either to talk or to hex Melisandre.
Andromeda was the first with her arms crossed and still glaring at the red woman. "I would also feel better if we had more fighters on our side, but not at a cost you find too high." To admit that was difficult and as if she had swallowed something particular nasty. Survival was the most important right now, however.
Marcella huffed, frustrated herself at this whole situation. She should have known better. In nearly everything Harry was involved in, something unpredictable happened to throw a spanner in their plans. On the plus side it made them all experts at adapting on the fly, like a true Gryffindor with a Slytherin attitude to planning and ambition. A dangerous combination.
Sighing the Italian women answered. "I too think it would increase our chances of survival to have an army, rather than not have one."
Now it was Harry's turn to sigh. He slumped in his seat a bit, but caught himself before he could fall backwards to the ground, having forgotten that he sat on a bench and no chair. "I guess you are right."
It was a lose-lose situation right now. Without the army he could hope to take out half the numbers of their enemies with tricks, deception, potions and a good deal of wide area spells. When he accepted he probably would be labelled as something again.
Shortly after he said it Harry directed his sharp gaze onto Melisandre. "That does not mean I believe I am some kind of saviour. We all forge our own destiny, there is nothing predetermined about it."
"As you say, my lord." responded Melisandre and nodded her head. It was slow progress to let him see how important he was, but slow progress was better than none. Though, Melisandre was certain that she had enough patience to complete it. "Then you shall be present at today's sermon in the temple. High priestess Kinvara was adamant that you were to speak before an audience."
Now a little calmer Harry replied. "And what exactly shall I talk about? I have no idea of your faith or its customs not to mention that I am not really a good public speaker." well he did not exactly know that, but he assumed it with his dislike for big crowds and crowded places. That wasn't a good premise for a public speaker Harry supposed.
"On top of it the battle has nothing to do with any of them, not even the faith. Why should they aid us?"
Seeing his doubt and confidence waning Melisandre stated with utmost conviction and belief. "They will follow you once they see your power and Lightbringer in your grip. Showing them that you are the Lord of Lights chosen or like they say Hyrkoon the Hero. That you saved their city from a sinister plot will do the rest!"
"Lightbringer?" asked Andromeda curiously with a raised eyebrow directed towards Harry. "Does she mean your flaming sword?" she had always wondered, much like her sister-wives, what had caused it to be like that. Once it penetrated what Melisandre meant she had to suppress snickers and giggles as well as Bella and Marcella besides her. The previous anger forgotten for now.
Harry nodded, saying. "Yes, apparently it is something special." it was more grumbled like spoken, he couldn't even make himself a sword without it being part of something ridiculous. Probably the next time he displays something in public like his Metamorphagus abilities he gets hailed as some other kind of saviour or god.
'I sure as hell hope not!' He glanced at Melisandre and saw a slight expression of indignation as if it was a great crime to say it was merely something special. She had her mask back up pretty quick though.
Turning his gaze upon his snickering wives he crossed his arms and pouted. "Laugh it up will ya?" a small smile was tugging at his lips though. Nothing to do about it now, but live with it.
His words only caused the dam to break and the laughter broke loose with Harry joining in. It dispelled the oppressing feeling and aura in the air since Melisandre let them know what she had done or rather had not done. It was fortunate that the illusion was up or every single one in the Inn would have thought them mad.
The rest of the day was spent making plans for the defence of their city and thinking up ways to do it. They still had enough time to prepare or they also could simply strike now when the enemy was still separated. The Qartheen ships would have only be put to the torch, nothing more. The armies of Ghis, Slavers Bay and the Dothraki horde were trickier. Ghis and Slavers Bay will most likely wait for each other to merge their armies. The Dothraki maybe too, but it wasn't certain. Fifty-Fifty Harry would say.
On one end they were idiotic savages on the other they needed the slavers for their own ends. Without them the Dothraki wouldn't get new weapons etc. in exchange for slaves. Things they couldn't and even wouldn't make themselves, but needed. It was already hindered by them through all the people they took in and with no end of it in sight for the near future. Harry expected that a large influx would happen soon, after all with armies marching from Meereen, Yunkai and Astrapor Lhazar was a target for raids.
It was dusk when Harry and his companions made their way to the temple. The building wasn't as grand as the ones in Volantis or Lys, though it served its purpose well enough all things considered, carved like the rest of the city into the mountain itself.
It seemed R'hllor was the only god in the cities of the Patrimony. Although in the book written by Maester Naylin, Rubies and Iron, there were only dark gods mentioned that were worshipped here. That alone showed that the Maesters weren't purely out for knowledge, rather wanting to dictate what was fact and what not, manipulating knowledge to suit their needs.
Archmeaster Marwyn agreed with that assessment. Harry was shaking his head to banish the stray thoughts Harry made his way inside.
The interior was a great hall with equally impressive pillars, circled by iron braziers with flames in them. Fuelled by wood. The whole temple seemed to be made out of the black basalt typically used in the city. The group was greeted directly at the door by a woman Harry assumed to be Kinvara. She like Melisandre was beautiful with the same type of choker on her neck. She could've been a twin to the red woman. Harry groaned at that.
"Greetings, Melisandre." Looking at the rest of the group her gaze finally settled on Harry, her face adopted the same mysterious and a little eerie smile that Melisandre sometimes wore. "Azor Ahai." she breathed in also the exact same reverent, lustful and joyful tones as red. The woman practically floated over towards him as if reaching for the answer to all her questions. Single minded purpose filling her.
'Please, don't let her have a crush on me as well.' Harry prayed to no one and all gods that would listen. None did.
Besides him his wives were having similar thoughts and were ready to defend him from unwanted advances. Once she was an arms-length away, with no sign of stopping, the three of them interfered, freezing her in place. Marcella hissed through gritted teeth. "Careful lady, that is our husband." pointing at herself, Bella and Andromeda. They had enough on their hands with Melisandre they did not need another fanatical pyromaniac with a crush on their man. Not. At. All. "So keep your hands to yourself!"
Now looking much like a kicked puppy with a confused expression on her face Kinvara stated. "I just wanted to show him my devotion and bathe in his glory."
His wives were now growling and asking themselves if it wouldn't have been better to listen to Harry and do the defence of their city alone. Andromeda snarled. "Great, do it from an acceptable distance then. A few hundred yards should do." cancelling the Immobulus Andromeda brought her self up in front of Harry.
Trying to placate his wives and salvage the situation somewhat Harry intervened. Clearing his throat he said. "Could you show me where I can speak to the faithful people of Kayakayanaya, so that everybody hears?"
Now looking at him again the red-haired woman's face lit up as if Christmas had come early and brought her nameday along for the ride. "Of course, of course! Forgive me, but I was simply enthralled with your aura, so golden, bright, magnificent and beautiful." A wistful and longing sigh escaped her accompanied with a bit of a squeal. The eyes she gave him now were definitely the same fuck-me eyes Melisandre gave him a few months prior and still did.
A feeling of dread crept up Harry's spine. 'Religious, fanatic and pyromaniac Fan-girls.' the feeling of said dread was accompanied shortly after by pure terror. 'When that spreads they will multiply!' it took all his considerable willpower and Occlumency to not hyperventilate or run.
'It is for survival of our city. I hope at least so.' were his thoughts as he followed Kinvara with his companions trailing behind. It now felt more like a walk to the gallows than anything else. His wives acting as a shield in a triangle formation.
The group arrived at the middle of the room where a short stair led upwards so that the voice of the speaker could be heard all over the temple. Kinvara took to speaking first, to introduce him. "People of Kayakayanaya and followers of R'hllor you all heard what my fellow priestess Melisandre told you yesterday evening."
She motioned to the woman in question who again stood like the picture perfect of serenity, while nodding to the audience. "As well as the account of your two most respected guards recounting what had transpired in the chamber of the Great Fathers." the title of the old men was spat out like something rotten. Similar reactions were drawn from the crowd in form of boos. The majority came from the women, from whom most had looks of fury etched on their faces. While the men were seemingly indifferent to it, with few really joining in.
Opening her arms wide the copper-haired Kinvara looked as if to momentarily receive a blessing from R'hllor. "R'hllor has sent his champion Azor Ahai or as you all know him here Hyrkoon the Hero, to punish the Great Fathers for their foul and vile deeds. Where they spat on the traditions of this proud city. He burned them to ashes and purified their souls, sending them into the arms of R'hllor to receive judgement." another round of cheers erupted this time from all present.
"He even unveiled similar plots in our sister cities of Shamyriana and Bayasabhad. I, the humble servant of R'hllor, am honoured to present you AZOR AHAI!" with a flourish she swept aside and made room for Harry.
Harry sighed and resigned himself to his fate. 'In for a penny, in for a pound.' he thought as magnificent flaming wings erupted from his back, burning with red, orange and yellow flame. It were the wings of his new Animagus form. Having lost his old one he thought a new one was in order. Having already completed the process once he did it again in the year of travel in the flying city.
Of course, he couldn't be normal and have the ability blocked like his wives. No, his form wasn't even normal. No, bear, wolf, fish, insect or anything mundane. No, he was a Phoenix of all things, though the healing tears weren't functioning from what Harry guessed was that he already sacrificed the ability with his last form. Well, it was better than a basilisk he supposed. Only nice for transporting things by flame or lifting massive loads. Although Harry wouldn't try out if he would survive a lethal blow and be reborn and doubted he would.
Gasps echoed through the hall as his wings flapped and he landed directly besides Kinvara, who seemed to have an orgasm at this very moment. Looking at Melisandre it seemed she too had a look of bliss on her face. He suppressed his annoyance and threw his wives a quick glance. They too looked miffed, but controlled themselves in front of so many people. So long as nothing happened to fuck this up then Harry was hopeful.
"Greetings people of Kayakayanaya." it seemed the crowd was speechless after having seen him grow flaming wings on his back and fly up where Kinvara was. His expensive and masterfully crafted armour was also making an impact with its appearance.
"I am sure you have heard some things about me so let me clarify. Yes I have killed the Great Fathers after I discovered how exactly they came into the position." so far that all was true even if a bit misleading. "That was not my initial purpose though. I had hoped to form an alliance with your city and your sister-cities, having heard of the reputation of your legendary warrior women. This was refused by them, stating that there was already and alliance with my enemies. In exchange for not aiding me Slavers Bay would send them bed-slaves and other kinds of slaves even indicating the other cities too would not come to my aid."
Outraged faces were upon all females with most males mirroring it. Slaves weren't very well received here it seemed. With women in charge of the war and men with everything else he guessed they wouldn't want to lose what they had in terms of work. Maybe they even were victim of enslavement themselves, sometimes. Just like the Lharzeen, only that their army would be harder to break and the location of their cities making it more difficult to conquer.
"I need support because I am in the progress of raising a empire in the west near the Poison Sea. I made the Red Waste fertile again like I am sure you heard, bringing life back to it once more. I took the Lharzeen in who are constantly harassed by Slavers Bay and the Dothraki horse lords."taking a deep breath and thinking that this was easier than he thought. "So I ask you here and now. Are you willing to fight with me? Willing to carve out a kingdom of legend from Essos if not more? Willing to crush all those who oppose us?"
The more he spoke the more confident he got when Harry arrived at the end he drew his sword letting the flames on it dance wildly. Swinging it in an horizontal arc out of its sheath Harry unleashed a tightly controlled burst of pure white light that flew up to the ceiling, formed into a ball while compressing itself. Seconds later it exploded and bathed the whole room and temple in its light, letting itself be reflected from the coloured glass. Amidst it all Harry looked ethereal with his wings and flaming sword raised in the air. It was impressive what a creative use of a Lumos Maxima could create. "Who is with me?" he shouted in an augmented voice, so that it had the properties of his Animagus forms voice.
"All hail Azor Ahai!" Kinvara shouted out to the masses.
The cheers that followed let the temple tremble under the onslaught of voices crying out in agreement, mixed with cheers and shouts of joy as well as reverent kneeling.
'Well, at least they are happy.' Harry mused as he sheathed his sword after putting the flames out as well as retract his wings. Joining his wives again and at least accepting the hug Kinvara gave him even though she had to be pried from him by his wives. Melisandre was not much different.
He sent his wives a look that stated clearly. 'That is your own fault, as much as mine.' with dark amusement in his eyes. He received only nods in response mixed with sighs and grumbles.
After that people reluctantly dispersed. The next day Harry sat with his companions, Kinvara, Abha and the two guards from two days before in the room previously occupied by the Great Fathers. The two guards were twins named Dipti and Divya. Both had the usual skin tone and brown eyes of the people living here. Looking eerily similar to the Patil twins from his home world. Something Harry seemed to have been ignoring the first time around.
"How many fighters can you spare, so that the city isn't defenceless?" Harry inquired as his gaze rested upon Abha. Who seemed to have adopted the same fuck-me eyes as the rest of the women and red priests. He ignored it as best as he could, which was made difficult due to that every single of these women now doing the same.
She pondered that a short while. "I think we can spare nine-thousand of our ten-thousand fighters, master. The fortress was never breached by the Jogos Nhai since its founding, so these should be sufficient." Her chest puffed up and out in pride, letting the rings in her nipples swing a little. They only had so many because literally every woman was a fighter in the city, which was unusual, but Harry wouldn't look a gifted horse in the mouth.
"Excellent." Harry smiled at that and Abha beamed in response apparently taking it as a compliment for the city having held against all in his name. Which probably was true when one went far enough back in time to Hyrkoon the Hero, if he had existed. "Would you say that the last thousand could too come with us when I and my wives strengthen the walls and gates?"
"Strengthen the walls and gates?" asked Dipti or was it Divya? No matter who from the two it was she sounded eager to hear what it was. One thing thing that still aggravated him a bit was that all of the women here seemingly did not care that he had wives. It apparently meant that when he had more than one then it did not matter how many came after.
The problem was Harry had no intention nor the capability to satisfy ten-thousand and four women. In the other cities were again awaiting him roughly the same numbers, if not more. Exceeding thirty-thousand was way too many. Though, it was a matter for another time like so much these days.
In the meantime his three wives that were with him made it abundantly clear what they thought of it. At the moment Marcella sat in his lap with Andromeda and Bellatrix beside him. Glaring at any woman who so much as came too near.
Harry nodded while Marcella nibbled at his ear and jaw, which served no purpose, but to show these women what they never would possess. "Yes, we can increase their durability so that no onslaught from outside would be successful as well as craft gates of steel that are as light as wood."
Against this the Jogos Nhai could run a hundred years and not get through while not a single defender manned the walls. These people had no siege equipment of any kind. Only mounts, swords, bows and arrows. Nothing against high, thick walls and gates.
"After the changes a skeletal group to man the cities will suffice, to collect tolls from travellers, merchant and the like." Even if a siege from the east should occur then they had still supply lines that could not be cut off, coming from the west in the form of the three roads.
It seemed the looks of awe would not cease anytime soon. To change the topic Andromeda, who held his right arm between her bosom and kissed his neck, asked. "What of Shamyriana and Bayasabhad, will they join us?" the more fighter their group has the more chance of survival.
Abha nodded her head in confirmation. "Yes, I am sure they will follow Hyrkoon... Harry once they know who he is." she corrected herself hastily upon Harry's glare. When he had to be some kind of saviour figure he would not tolerate to be called something else. That was the first thing he made VERY clear.
The rest of the meeting concluded with nothing special to discuss. In the end nine thousand fighters were to come with them and thousand would remain to protect the city.
It took their group only two days to strengthen the walls while the smiths forged big doors out of steel. The runes for the feather-light charm were not difficult to apply and after another day it was completed. After that Harry, Andromeda, Bellatrix and Marcella created a temporary portal to transport all of the fighter to their city with the orders to report to Narcissa once arrived.
A few men would also follow in caravans with horses and other beasts of burden to transport their belongings. Something Harry was pleased about, they needed scholars and such to teach the Lharzeen to read and write. Well the ones that wanted to learn that is. Marwyn alone would not suffice and they themselves had other things to worry about.
It established somewhat of a routine for the next two cities. Arriving, killing the Great Fathers, explaining things, transporting the army with their portals and improving the defences. It took them a week for the remaining cities. After that it was time to prepare for the oncoming armies, showing them who now is on top of the food-chain.