Chapter 43 Riverrun
Lady Catelyn pointed to Tyrion, "This man came to my house as a guest with the intention of murdering my six-year-old son!"
"In the name of King Robert and Lord Hoster, I ask that you bring him to justice and help us send him to Winterfell to wait for the king's law to be enforced!" Ser Rodrik drew his sword and pointed it at Tilly. Ang, said loudly.
The sound of a dozen swords being unsheathed in unison was particularly pleasant to Catelyn's ears, but in comparison, Tyrion Lannister's frightened expression at this time made her feel even more happy.
Tyrion's two attendants were so frightened that they obediently surrendered their weapons. Yoren quietly put down the tableware in his hands and retreated to the wall silently. The Night's Watch swore not to participate in the internal affairs of the kingdom. Tyrion was left alone and dumbfounded. One second he was sitting down to eat dinner peacefully. In the blink of an eye, the swords in the whole room were drawn towards him.
In Caitlin's eyes, the dwarf's forced smile was satisfying.
"Mrs. Stark, I think you must be mistaken. Bran and I have nothing to do with each other." Tyrion said while looking at the chaotic and obviously beneficial scene, trying to maintain a smile.
"You are not allowed to call the young master by his first name." Sir Rodrik said solemnly, his eyes looking really dangerous.
Tyrion quickly said yes, "Okay, okay, I have nothing to do with your son's affairs. I, I swear on my honor."
"Lannister's honor." Catelyn sneered, raising her hand to show everyone in the room, "This scar was caused by his dagger. He sent someone to use that dagger to cut my son's throat."< br>
The hotel suddenly fell into a commotion again, and Tyrion could clearly feel the anger around him rising. Damn woman, how could she incite people's hearts without using the gray smoke from the gold mines in Casterly Rock? She must have incited them faster than here.
He looked around. The knights of Harrenhal, two damn mercenaries who could kill him with just a spit, and a group of peasants who had no idea what ridiculous things they were doing stood up in response to the call of the damn Stark woman. Behind Tyrion were two attendants who were so frightened that they even handed over their weapons, and Yoren the Wandering Crow, who did not participate in the kingdom's internal affairs. What could he do to fight this Caitlin?
Not far away, twenty or thirty people from the Frey family were sitting quietly. They were undoubtedly the decisive force that could turn the situation around. However, the people from the Frey family sat quietly. Two or three people even stood up excitedly and drew their swords with everyone else. , but was quickly pulled to sit down by the leader.
Tyrion's mood gradually calmed down. He knew that this hotel seemed to be filled with vassals of the Tully family, but in fact there were many families who were afraid of the Lannister and harbored evil intentions. But he was not stupid enough to talk to Catelyn's group in front of her. He just clenched his fists reluctantly and said, "There is no other way, Mrs. Stark."
"I will take you to Winterfell," said Catelyn, "to await the king's judgment."
Winterfell? Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the free rider who had accepted his gold coins before, "If anyone can tell my father about today's incident? You know, Lord Tywin will be worried that I leave without saying goodbye." Damn it, He would worry that he would ruin the family's face. His eyes circled around the person who did not stand up to respond, "Whoever tells him the news will be rewarded heavily by Lannister."
Ser Rodrik said worriedly, "I hope everyone will not make this matter public."
Tyrion almost laughed out loud. The northerners were just idiots. He looked at the thoughtful Free Riders and smiled to himself.
"We need to leave immediately. You guys, the Stark family will be forever grateful to you. If you are willing to help us escort the prisoners to Winterfell, you will be rewarded heavily." Caitlin said to everyone without talking nonsense.
There is a big reward, Tyrion looked at the faces of all those who support Catelyn, you will definitely get a big reward, not what this woman promised, Lannister must pay his debts!
They quickly walked out of the house, and the stars in the night sky brought light to Caitlin and her party. The mercenary arranged his clothes, led a war horse that he could tell was a battle-hardened horse, with faint scars from spear stabs, and followed Mrs. Caitlin away. .
Sir Rodrik gave the mercenary instructions, and the latter looked at him with a smile. Tyrion realized that the situation was not good, and muttered, "Don't, don't, oh~" The hood covered his face Above, his eyes were completely covered.
Lannister, all debts must be paid! Tyrion screamed in his heart.
The rain started to fall just at this time, and the drizzle was continuous. Tyrion could even feel the slow speed caused by the mud on the horse's hooves, and he was slightly happy. Maybe the nobles of the Riverlands would kill to please his father and rescue Tyrion. hold head high.
Winterfell? It's too far. It won't take long for Lord Tywin's mercenaries to send out scouts. Going to the North is just a matter of heading north along the King's Road. Catelyn and the others won't be far away before they encounter mercenaries who want to please Lannister. Tyrion thought about it, but the fatigue slowly spread from his feet that were filled with lead to his whole body, and he fell into a deep sleep on the saddle. Before falling asleep, he even found the mercenary supporting him. Gee, who has a heavier reward than Lannister's golden dragon?
Caitlin looked into the distance worriedly. She lifted the dwarf into the middle of the team. Dozens of horses were driving all night. Caitlin looked at everyone with a tired look on their face. Sir Rodrik was even more so, with a particularly tired look on his face. After all, he was a coach who had been loyal to Stark for decades, and he had been working really hard recently.
If you head north in the rain, not to mention Winterfell, even the Neck is far away from the end of the world. The King's Road leading to the north is full of mud and potholes. What if the mad dog of the Lannister family touches here?
What's more, heading north along the King's Road, you will inevitably get closer and closer to the Twins City of the Frey family. "Late Frey" is what my father called the old Marquis Frey who was ninety years old and could still afford a new house. Always wavering on his political stance, if the lions really start a war, his father will definitely summon the vassals, but will the Marquis Frey respond? Caitlin was extremely skeptical.
Which way to go, she specifically emphasized at the inn that she should go north to Winterfell. The Lannister mad dogs and the half-hearted vassals of the Riverlands would definitely set up an ambush on the King's Road. The road going north was full of dangers.
Where to go? Catelyn looked at the intersection of the Kingsroad.
Valley? Absolutely not. Although his uncle "Blackfish" Brynden Tully is a Knight of the Blood Gate in the Blood Gate, it is the fiefdom of Attis Arryn, and his sister Lysa is still imprisoned in the Eyrie. This is tantamount to throwing himself into a trap. Attis must have imprisoned Lysa without telling his uncle, otherwise his uncle would not have reacted.
By this account, the uncle was also in deep danger.
Where to go? Caitlin looked to the west, her home, the closest home she had now.
His father and his brother were all there. Although if a war breaks out, the Riverlands will inevitably suffer disaster, and Riverrun may bear the brunt of the enemy's invasion. However, there are two rivers converging there, and the city defenses are strong. My father has recruited vassals, and the army cannot be underestimated. Who is stronger and weaker in the fight with the lion? There are unknowns.
Ser Rodrik looked at Lady Catelyn and asked softly: "Madam."
"Riverrun, Ser Rodrik." Caitlin said firmly, riding towards the river road in the other direction of the crossroads.
Where the Tengshi River and the Red Fork River intersect, a majestic triangular castle is located. Thousands of years ago, the Tully family seemed to think that facing the river on both sides might not be the most beneficial to city defense, so they built a castle on the west side of the castle, which is the only part not facing the water. The large man-made trench is always opened and water is released during battles, filling the entire trench, making the castle surrounded by water on three sides, like a castle in the middle of a lake, almost indestructible.
For Riverrun, any guard with more than 200 people is redundant.
The residents of the Riverlands love this castle, and the towns outside the castle have always been prosperous. The Riverlands have always cherished the long summers in this peaceful period, and worked diligently to grow food and open up wasteland for farming.
Duke Hoster governs the Riverlands in an orderly manner. Although his vassals include the same ancient nobles who have long disdained the rule of the Tully family, there are also emerging nobles who have risen in power in the past thousand years. They are under the leadership of Hoster Tully. Always appearing more submissive in front of others, the Duke used his superb political wisdom to reconcile many conflicts among the Riverlands nobles. He also completely established the Tully family's high status in the new dynasty after the end of the Dragon Dynasty through marriage. His Prestige doesn't even exist only in the Riverlands.
But now, the old Duke is no longer able to do what he wants. He has been seriously ill and bedridden, and it is difficult to sit up and stand.
Tyrion raised his head and looked at this majestic castle, already ignoring the strange looks from the people in the river.
"You Tullys are really fish. The castle is built in the water." Tyrion joked. None of the mercenaries from the West and the two ministers from the river he had been expecting showed up. This woman has fooled herself. I'm afraid Tyrion's early The two types of people in Hope are still running around like stupid pigs on the King's Road leading to the North!
"I think this would be the most appropriate burial place for you, Lannister dwarf." Catelyn said to him coldly.
Tyrion raised his head in disdain. The triangular sandstone castle seemed indestructible, but it could not stop the power of his brother Jaime's sword at all.
(End of chapter)