Chapter 41 The little finger of the five-finger peninsula
"He is just a silly child, but I love him as much as my biological brother. If he dies, I will be very sad." Kate's pleading voice lingered in her ears, as if it happened yesterday.
Those calm gray eyes stared at him, making him tremble inside.
He looked down at his attire. He was only wearing a chest protector and mail, and he had taken off most of the protective gear.
"Idiot! How could there be an idiot like you when you put on these protective gears!" He looked towards the person who spoke, who was himself with fine lines on his face.
He shook his head, tied the last rope, and held the sword nervously in his hand. The calm gray eyes of the Stark family remained motionless. He used all his strength to slash at Stark with the sword.
Swords rained down, and the attack was fierce, but it was himself who suffered the injury, not Stark.
He retreated continuously, the plaster on the ground stuck to his shoes and trouser legs. He forgot where he was fighting, the woods or the wasteland?
Oh no, it turned out to be the castle courtyard, and he kept backing up.
"Surrender!" the Starks shouted more than once.
But he stubbornly shook his head and swung the sword with all his strength.
He retreated from the castle courtyard to the steps facing the water. Water stained his feet and reached his ankles. Stark's patience was obviously about to run out. The sword tore apart his body's flesh and blood like a wolf's fang, leaving wounds everywhere, but not to the point.
"No!" This was his own voice, the one with the fine lines on his face.
Shut up, he really wanted to rush to his older self and understand him with a sword.
But he didn't. Stark slashed hard with his backhand. His breastplate and leather were mercilessly penetrated, and a very deep wound appeared in the soft flesh under his ribs. He fell in a pool of blood and stared with his eyes. Caitlin was watching anxiously from a distance, "Kate" he murmured.
Bright blood gushes out from between his iron gloves, and the fine lines on his face block his view of Kate.
"Silly boy." His older self said with a half-smile.
"I'm so stupid." He burst into tears, his consciousness blurred, and Stark's gray eyes stared at him ruthlessly, as if staring at death religiously.
Petyr woke up in the dungeon deep in the Red Keep, his dream shattered and brought back to reality.
He gasped loudly and groped for the darkness, "Ahem!" Cockroaches slithered through his fingers. Petyr stretched out his hand to crush them to death, but the sound of tiny insects in the distance persisted. Only then did he realize that his mouth was dry and his throat was hoarse. Like being pierced by a sword.
Petyr forced himself to calm down. He gave up opening his eyes. There was no need to open his eyes in the dark place. He thought carefully about the current situation. He had a golden dragon hidden in King's Landing. Maybe it could be used by the Red Keep dungeon guards.
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Damn it! How is it possible that you, a former prisoner, have never thought of these thoughts? Petyr pinched his soft parts and used the pain to force himself to calm down.
Brandon Stark, I dreamed of him again. The running wolf has obviously disappeared from his memory more and more over the years, but now it seems like he really appeared yesterday. Every time he falls asleep in the dark, Bran Den Stark haunted him like a nightmare. The Stark family's extremely calm eyes, the heavy slashing of the broad sword, and in the dream his own blood turned into mist and wrapped around him.
In the dungeons of the Red Keep, he found himself unable to think. Petyr pinched his thigh hard, and the pain brought him back to consciousness, but what he thought of was another Stark.
Eddard Stark stood in front of him in a deep voice, with the same calm eyes. Brandon's eyes held a trace of confusion and respect, but Eddard's eyes were full of majesty and damned justice.
"I order in the name of the Hand of the King that Petyr Baelish be taken to the dungeon." Eddard Stark's words seemed to be his own end, leaving him trapped in the dungeon of the Red Keep.
"Did she really not receive the letter I sent to Kate?" A voice lingered in her mind, the voice of young little finger.
"Don't be stupid." Petyr spoke in the dark dungeon, and only the high wall of silence responded to him.
Time was frozen in the dungeon, and Petyr was attacked by hunger, thirst, loss of soul, and endless exhaustion. Long Sail has arrived in King's Landing. He originally thought that nothing would happen during the tourney. A trace of luck remained in Petyr's heart. The real tears are still here in Petyr. The Tears of Lys can still contribute its final value.
He calculated the embarrassing situation that Attis would face when he returned to the valley with Lysa, Robin, mother and son immediately after the death of the former Prime Minister. Lysa's erroneous arrangement forced Attis to imprison his adoptive mother. He originally thought that Blackfish would do something. He said that Brynden Tully was Lysa's uncle after all. However, Brynden, as a Blood Gate knight, said nothing at all, and even cooperated with Attis to hide it. Petyr did not believe that Blackfish had been in the Blood Gate for more than ten years. Regarding the knight's experience, he had no connections in the Eagle's Nest City. Blackfish must have known the news, but he cooperated with Attis and did not make any announcement.
But it didn't matter, Petyr had a backup plan. With Lysa's infinite trust in him, Petyr also learned the secret language between her and Kate's sisters when they were children. He took advantage of Robert's opportunity to go north and planted his own spies. He sent the secret letter to Caitlin in Lysa's name. He believed that Caitlin would definitely disclose the matter. Even if she did not directly accuse her in Winterfell, she could still announce it to the Seven Kingdoms after confirming it with her uncle Blackfish.
By then, Attis's motive for imprisoning Lysa will definitely be suspected by the Iron Throne. If Attis is contacted to leave King's Landing, and the timing of the former Prime Minister's death, by then, even King Robert will probably issue a warning to Atis. The princes of the valley would not be able to unite because of this matter. Even if Attis produced evidence that Lysa poisoned him, everyone knew that the situation in the Eyrie could be completely faked. By then, Attis's inheritance rights may be deprived of the Iron Throne, Lysa will be released, and he can fish in the troubled waters of the kingdom through the conflict between lions and wolves, and finally marry Lysa and manage the valley
The corner of Petyr's mouth curled up. In this extreme and suffocating dark environment, perhaps only reviewing his perfect plan and imagining a bright future could slightly boost his spirit.
Attis's face appeared before his eyes, with the golden robes and the Arryn cavalry behind him. They all laughed heartily, pointing at themselves, mocking his plans and scorning his imagination.
The eagle seemed to place him in the sky, and the fear caused by weightlessness spread to his limbs. His limbs were limp and weak, and Petyr was afraid to make any sound.
The earth came closer, Petyr was torn apart, flesh and blood flying.
The faces of Brandon Stark and Attis Arryn merged into one. The broad sword of the running wolf, the swiftness of the falcon.
Petyr miscalculated. Attis moved too quickly. He took over the City Guard too quickly. He took control of the Red Keep too quickly. He purged the chancellor's chamber too quickly. He cleared Gulltown Customs too quickly. It was over too soon. The Narrow Sea Pirates and he even contacted Qarth? How could Qarth reach an agreement with the Valley? What does Qarth, half a world away, need from the Valley? Something to do with the Free Cities? He mobilized the Chancellor's mind, but found that he was extremely drowsy and could not think.
Petyr's confusion reached the extreme. His confusion and doubts conquered his own unwillingness. In the heavy darkness, only the sigh of his little finger was left. The stairs had not been built yet, and the chassis had been lost. This was how easily the Duke of the Valley things to do.
"I'm so stupid." Petyr held his little finger and muttered in the darkness.
But he didn't expect anyone to respond.
"You are a bit foolish, Lord Baelish."
"Who? Who's talking?" Petyr opened his eyes.
Sparks ignited at this time, and the familiar smooth head was Varys, an eight-clawed spider.
"Varys, are you here to take away my head?" Petyr smiled sadly, his face looking extremely pale in Varys's eyes.
Wallis frowned innocently, "The world always likes to use the most extreme sinister ways to speculate on eunuchs' thoughts."
"Haha!" Petyr raised his hand feebly, "It's so funny, aren't you a spider? There is no hanging spider."
"It's not a good thing to be rude to spiders at this time." Varys shrugged and said.
Petyr's consciousness finally recovered somewhat in the warmth of the fire, "Then what are you doing?"
"Look at me, old friend," Varys handed over a wineskin, which seemed to be filled with Petyr's only desire now.
Petyr took the wine bag and drank several sips. "Ah~" He felt a sense of relief that he had not tasted in a long time.
"Summer red, haha! What a delicious wine." Petyr said with a smile, grabbing the wine bag with both hands, not letting go of any drop of wine.
Varys looked at Petyr with pity. Yesterday's Chancellor of Finance was gone, and now he was just a beggar from the Five Fingers Peninsula, but beggars couldn't taste the taste of summer red.
"Varys, tell me, tell me your conditions." Petyr asked after completely regaining his consciousness.
Varys wrapped the cloak behind his smooth head, "What are the conditions, Lord Baelish?" "So you come here and give me some wine so that I can meet the stranger?" Petyr said lightly He smiled, obviously he wouldn't believe it.
Varys shrugged, "People always use worry as a sign of wisdom. Lord Baelish seems to be deeply troubled by these words. Words are like wind. Don't change your mind because of these, Lord Baelish."
At this moment, Petyr heard the roar of his younger self, "Come here, Brandon Stark!"
But the grown-up Petyr just said: "Words are like swords, I can only be my own shield."
Varys looked at him puzzled, "Aphorisms are coming out frequently at this time? Littlefinger."
Petyr raised his head and looked at Varys, ignoring that Varys never called him "Littlefinger", "I still have many golden dragons left in King's Landing. Give me a clear message, Varys, I know you will not come in vain. ”
Wallis' pity eyes did not change, he shook his head slightly, "You are so stupid."
Petyr looked at him reluctantly. Based on his experience, Varys's trip would never be in vain.
"Lord Attis will not let you go, Petyr, and you know that," Varys said.
"I know, I know, Varys, but you can help me out, I have leverage." Petyr said with difficulty, leaning against the wall.
Varys looked at him quietly, "What leverage do you have, Littlefinger." Varys didn't wait for his answer, and continued, "Why should I risk the anger of the Duke of the Valley to help you out? Use your brain." , you are not like this outside the dungeon, I think you have always regarded yourself as a player in the power field.”
Petyr's lips trembled, perhaps because of the coldness, or perhaps because the words touched his heart. He gasped loudly and coughed continuously.
"Your health is too bad, Littlefinger. Among the countless prisoners I have seen, how long did you last?" Varys said sarcastically, covering his mouth and nose with his long sleeves in disgust.
Petyr coughed violently. He held his hands on the wall, stopped his breathing, and looked up at Varys.
"You're just here to amuse me," he said quietly.
Varys shook his head again, "I want you to deny your relationship with Lady Lysa. During the trial, think carefully and use your brain to speak."
"Trial?" Petyr swallowed, "If I agree."
"Duke Attis will allow you to wear black clothes, and then King Robert will surely compromise." Varys said.
"Put on black." Petyr murmured. He thought of Catelyn. If she got to the Great Wall, Catelyn might have revealed Attis's crime of imprisoning Lysa. Then she might intercede for me and point out that This was part of Attis's sinister plan, to frame the former Prime Minister's most trusted minister. Maybe he would be able to return innocent before he took the oath at the Great Wall.
"Okay" Petyr smiled, and he agreed to the proposal.
Varys also smiled. He left the wine bag and gradually moved away. "I wish you good luck, Lord Baelish." He knew that Petyr had lost his mind and summer red was really useful.
Darkness invaded again, and Petyr sucked the summer red from the wineskin, enjoying the sweetness of the wine.
As if he was waiting for himself to finish drinking the summer red, when he drank the last drop, the dungeon door rubbed against the ground again and slowly opened.
The light opened, the jailer burst in, and Petyr was pulled out.
It was noon, the sun was shining on Petyr's weak body, sweat was pouring down from his body, but he still felt extremely cold and shivered from the cold.
The pulpit of the Great Sept of Baelor, the milky white walls, the hypocritical archbishop
He was dragged over, and King Robert's fat body occupied the sofa in the distance. Eddard sat next to him, as well as the foolish Queen Cersei, the cruel Prince Joffrey, the cunning Grand Maester Pycelle, The vain Renly Baratheon, and finally, the damn Kitty, the damn Attis Arryn!
Littlefinger was dragged to the high platform.
Common people, a dense mass of common people, stood in the square. Among them were businessmen who were forced to buy and sell real estate and their families were separated. There were officials who were forced out of high positions by his means. There were stupid citizens who were victimized by his lending money. The knight failures that I laugh at include children with the same clear eyes as when I was young, prostitutes that I raise, golden robes that I bribe, and many more
"The seven gods have witnessed that no one can hide it," the Archbishop said loudly.
"I am Petyr Baelish, the noble of the Five Finger Peninsula of the Vale and the finance minister of the kingdom." Petyr said with all his strength, his voice echoing in the square. "I come here, in the presence of gods and mortals, to confess my treason and oath-breaking in the attempt to murder my lord Attis Arryn, Duke of the Vale."
Mockery and profanity echoed through the square.
"Not only that," Petyr glanced at Attis, "I also want to force Lady Lysa to commit herself to me!"
Laughter echoed in the square, and the king raised his head in surprise.
"There are rumors in King's Landing that Lysa and I have an extramarital affair that is not allowed by the gods, haha! It's nonsense. Lady Lysa strictly maintains her innocence. She knows the sanctity of marriage and the duties of a lady of the Eyrie, so she rejected my advances!"
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"Hahahaha!" Laughter echoed in the square.
Renly stood up, "This news was confirmed by Minister of Intelligence Varys. Petyr Baelish had harassed Lady Lysa many times, but Lady Lysa refused. This was witnessed by his subordinates."
The female relatives in King's Landing who saw the joke nodded, saying that they had also seen Petyr's rude behavior before.
The eaglets of the Vale had bribed too many people. Petyr kept smiling.
"Because we are guilty, we suffer." The archbishop's fat body was covered with "simple" necklaces and jewelry. He said loudly, "This man admitted his crime in front of the gods. Your Majesty, please tell me how to deal with it." ?”
Attis whispered something to King Robert, and Robert stood up in understanding.
Dressed in black, the Wall was too close to the Starks, Petyr thought.
"Sentence him to death," said Robert.
Ser Ilyn stepped forward and Petyr was pinned to the marble slab.
What's wrong? Varys? Where is Varys? Petyr had a smile on his face before he could react.
If there were gods, they would have heard Littlefinger's last thoughts, which turned out to be Varys.
Attis looked at the fallen head and stood for a long time. The Valley Knight stood behind him. The blue silent scene was in sharp contrast to the cheering crowd.
No more little fingers in King's Landing.
The first volume should come to an end
In the future, updates, no matter the first or second update, will be posted from 9 to 11 o'clock, otherwise I will feel guilty if I make everyone look at it from time to time
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