Chapter 45

"The land from this stream to that mountain in the distance is yours." Domeric said in old tongue to Mag the Mighty as his men brought wagons after wagons worth of food while looking at the giants in disbelief and shock.

"Land. Ours." The giant said as he pointed at the stream and then at the mountain.

"Yes. All this land is yours. You can do whatever you want within these lands." He explained in old tongue in a slow manner so that the giant would understand what he said. "Though you won't have to worry about food as I'll continue to send that to you every 3 months." He explained and the giant gave another nod to him.

"Do not harm the men that I'll send to bring you food. Okay." He said and the giant gave him another nod and a simple use of Legilimency told him that Mag at least understood what he said on a basic level.

He gave a nod and the giant climbed on his mammoth before leaving for the place given to them to build a new shelter upon.

"I had not believed that they were true." His aunt's voice came from behind him once the gaints and the mammoths had left "In hindsight, I should have believed you when you told me about them."

He turned to look at her and found that she was still gazing at the giants with an disbelieving gaze.

"It's alright." He said "These are the kind of things that a person finds hard to believe until they see it for themselves. I have no doubt that any Northern lord or lady who hear about giants would find it similarly hard to believe. And I'm even going to point out what the Southerners would think when they hear about this news."

His aunt stayed silent for and they both watched the giants vanish behind the hill before she finally broke it "Giants, Children of the Forest, magic. It seems like I'm living in the Age of the Heroes once again." She said with a chuckle before she turned to look at him "You are serious about protecting them. Aren't you?" she asked and he nodded.

"Yes. I'll protect them. And in return, they'll protect me and my lands when we are attacked by other people."

"You seem pretty sure that you'll be attacked by other people." She said with a raised eyebrow and he gave a careless shrug.

"A prosperous land attracts attention. And not always the good kind. That is a simple truth of this world. And sooner or later, I'll attract the bad kind of trouble as well. It's just a matter of time before we're attacked by other people."

She gave him a nod and he turned to look at another woman who worked as a seamstress within Dreadfort.

"Did you take all of their measurements Elena?" he asked and the woman gave him a shaky nod in return.

"Good. Walton. Take the measurement from her and give them to Tobho Mott. I want him and the other black smiths to create armor for all the giants with those measurements."

"It'll be done my lord." The man said with a feral grin and left with the paper in hand and he took a deep breath before looking at the lands in front of him once again.

"You do know that other people might try to attack these giants right?" his aunt asked and he nodded before picking up the give Weirwood saplings that he had brought with him in order to plant them around these lands.

"I know. That is why I'll plant these Weirwood saplings and create a magical parameter around these lands. Parameter that would repel any human with the intent to harm these giants."

"You can do such a thing?" his aunt asked and he gave a nod.

"Easily. It'll take some time to grow so many Weirwood trees and the Children would have to spend some time turning those Weirwood trees into Heart trees by carving the faces but after that, I won't have to worry about other humans harming the giants."

"Is there anything that you cannot do?" his aunt asked with barely hidden amusement and he gave a snort.

"Many things. But let's return to the Dreadfort for now. After all, we have many things that we need to take care of." With that he gave Walton a nod and then took his aunt's hands in his. And then with a tug and a twist, the next moment they were back in Dreadfort once again.