The next three days flew by. The trap was solid and ready. The main army would be too stupid to notice unstable ground. His only hope was that the sheer weight would not collapse the ceiling of the trap prematurely. He was finishing arming himself for the battle they anticipated at any moment. There were small bands of white walkers which were sent on suicide missions to the wall at various points to check for weaknesses. With all of the additional men, all were eliminated immediately.

They allowed a few to survive attacks on the main gate near castle black. They wanted the main commander to believe they were understaffed at castle black. They had sent wildlings north to dig the additional trench. They drew the least amount of suspicion digging north of the wall. They had all returned unharmed.

Hannibal suspected that today would be the final battle. He had a looming feeling and could practically smell the dead growing closer. They did stink quite badly. He turned to Margaery as he began to fasten the metal armor over the links of chain mail he was wearing that would protect him from bites and scratches. "Are you warm enough?" He asked her. He had ordered that she would stay atop the wall to watch, even that was uncomfortably close for him. However, he knew she would be sick with worry otherwise.