Chapter 78 Premonition of the Storm
A steady drizzle moistens the farmland in Twin River City, but the water level in Ruby Beach drops again and again.
Weimar Royce's sword plunged straight into the wet soil on the beach, and the water stains subsided.
"The troops on the other side are much smaller. The raid last night almost broke through their defenses." Harold Hatton said to him.
Harold showed the dimples on his cheeks, and his sandy-blond hair was very bright in the sun.
"The Waywoods, Belmores, and two thousand cavalrymen of the Malkor family were placed downstream of the Green Fork River by Duke Attis, and they are heading towards us." Harold Hatton said.
"My good brother was almost shot yesterday by Sir Jason Mallister, Earl of Seaside City. If Sir Michelle Redford hadn't come to the rescue quickly, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to come back today." Weimar said fearfully.
He pointed to the water, "The water level here at Ruby Beach has dropped a lot, and the troops on the other side have also been reduced a lot. We can discuss with Sir Anda to launch a general attack." Weimar turned around, patted the sturdy war horse behind him, and Jumped up.
Harold followed Weimar, "We have always adhered to the attack tactics of breaking up the whole into parts. This time we want to attack in total?"
Weimar nodded, "Twin River City has been occupied by Duke Attis. According to the previous arrangement, the castle territories in the northern part of the Riverland north of Wastestone City will be invaded by our army. The one responsible for guarding Ruby Beach is the one from Seaside City. Most of Earl Jason's troops come from the northern part of the Riverlands, with only a small number being levies from the Bracken family, so they pose little threat."
"This time all the cavalry are concentrated here. More than 6,000 valley cavalry are gathered at Ruby Beach. If we still engage in guerrilla harassment, wouldn't it be a waste to have so many heavy cavalry?" Weimar continued.
Weimar's hair had not been taken care of for a long time, and it looked quite messy, growing on his head like a pile of tangled grass. The continuous harassment of cavalry across the river for more than ten days not only exhausted his opponent, but also made him tired.
After continuously fighting with Attis for a long time, suppressing the rebellion at Longbow Hall, and now attacking the Riverlands with Attis from the north and south, Waymar Royce has matured a lot, not to mention that he has to take Harrow with him. De Hatton, the third heir to the throne of the valley, has experienced in the military, and he must look like a veteran on the battlefield.
Harold Hutton is much better than he was when he was young, and he will humbly ask for advice when he doesn't understand. Although he doesn't treat him well in Runestone City, Harold's cheerful personality makes it difficult for people to dislike him.
The cavalry behind Weimar raised their whips, their horses' hooves kicked out a lot of dust, and ran towards Anda Royce's camp.
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Tyrion's disproportionately large head leaned back against the stump, watching the Trout banner fluttering lonely in the wind.
The mercenary Bronn manipulated the dagger in his hand flexibly. In Tyrion's opinion, he was more skilled at peeling apples than the maid next to his sister. Look at his nimble and rhythmic fingers. Wow, what if he went to Casterly Rock? If this mercenary went to have fun, the prostitutes in the city would be happy.
Tyrion sneezed, and a piece of golden fluff floated out from nowhere, making Tyrion very uncomfortable.
Bronn looked sideways at Tyrion, "Cold?"
"No," Tyrion blinked, "At the speed at which Lord Bracken sent me and Lord Hoster to Casterly Rock, I doubt his determination to negotiate peace with the West." He shook his head. At that time, Lord Bracken, whom he suspected, was holding the wine bag and pouring it into his mouth.
Bronn didn't turn around to look at all. He peeled the apple and took a big bite. The sweet and sour taste not only filled the mercenary's mouth, but also spread to Tyrion's breath. The dwarf couldn't help but Sniffed.
"Want to eat?" Bronn asked.
Tyrion opened his mouth. As a Lannister, he was embarrassed to take something belonging to a mercenary, but Bronn had already brought the apple to his mouth and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Hahahaha!" Bronn's laughter made him unhappy. Tyrion curled his lips at Bronn and took another bite angrily.
"This apple," Tyrion reflected, "was obscenely delicious!"
"Hahahaha!" Bronn laughed again. He patted Tyrion on the shoulder and asked, "When can we go to Casterly Rock to meet your father?"
"At this rate," Tyrion pointed at the carriage with half of the apple, "we have to first consider when the honorable Lord Hoster will fall asleep."
I saw a rider galloping into the camp and delivering a letter to Lord Bracken. Tyrion could clearly see Lord Bracken's carelessness at the beginning and his panic now.
"Speed up, we have to get to Casterly Rock to meet Lord Tywin!" Lord Bracken shouted.
"What happened?" Bronn asked in confusion, wiping the fruit shavings on his dagger with his sleeve.
Tyrion chewed the pulp, "Look at it this way..." A smile overflowed from his mouth, "No matter what the situation is, it is a definite fact that our Earl of Bracken is eager to take the respected Duke Hoster to negotiate peace with the West! "He jumped up excitedly and shrugged proudly at Earl Bracken, who was looking at him, showing a look of regret.
But the violent coughing in the carriage was what made Bracken nervous. ……
The raven from the west swooped into the window of the bachelor's room with a "plop!"
Pycelle climbed up from the girl with his aging body, picked up the letter on the raven's paw and read it carefully. He frowned, turned around and smiled at the girl and said: "Child, it's time for you to go."< br>
The girl climbed up from the bed tiredly. She didn't expect that the old man in front of her was so difficult to take care of.
"The silver deer you promised, my lord." The girl said to Pycelle with sleepy eyes.
"I pay monthly, kid, go away." Pycelle said with a smile.
The girl's sleepiness had completely disappeared. She did not dare to show off her temper in front of the important ministers of the Red Keep, so she could only go out silently. However, the curses she uttered when she went out were still too loud, and Pycelle in the room heard them.
"Be a lady, child!" Pycelle's expression remained unchanged as he put on his clothes and picked up the book previously sent by the school. He had to give this tricky "Genealogy and History of the Major Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" to the Prime Minister. , this letter from Ser Kevan Lannister was something he had been waiting for.
Before that, he had to go to the queen's chamber.
Cersei was lying on her side on the bed, looking at Lancel Lannister, who was naked in front of him. His handsome face was very similar to Jaime's.
"Hold me, Lancel." Cersei spread her legs, tempting the cute blond young man with a red face in front of her.
Unable to resist this temptation, Lancel crawls into Cersei's bed, eager to seek her comfort.
After some thought, Cersei put on a shawl and a silk robe wrapped around her body. Even after giving birth to three children, her figure was still attractive.
Walking out of the bedroom and into the hall, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Cersei asked.
"The Grand Maester, my queen," said the queen's Lannister bodyguard.
Cersei glanced at the bedroom and walked to the bedroom door, "Stay in the bed and don't move, Lancel. There is a rope there. Remember to gag yourself."
"Bring him in!" Cersei said to the door.
Pycelle walked into the queen's room tremblingly. He went straight to the point without any hesitation.
"Dear Queen, I want to take this book to the Prime Minister for review."
Cersei glanced at the long and familiar title of the book and put down the glass in her hand. "Why did you give it to him?"
"Sooner or later, my queen," Pycelle said.
"What do you mean, my great maester, are you threatening me? You must know that Lannister must pay its debts!" Cersei's voice was so high that Pycelle wanted to cover her mouth.
"It was never my intention, I am..." Pycelle said to Cersei in a deliberately low tone, "My loyalty to Lannister, from my academic works to the golden dragon in my hand, there is nothing that does not prove my loyalty. ”
Pycelle placed Kevan's letter on the table, "Your uncle's letter is also what your father means. There can be no mistakes in the layout of Lannister in King's Landing for so many years, my queen."
Cersei looked at the letter and then at the book. Her lower lip trembled, she closed her eyes and nodded, "Get out, Grand Maester."
Pycelle took a deep breath, left the queen's bedroom, and headed straight for the Prime Minister's Tower.
Cersei walked back to the bedroom, looked at Lancel lying on the bed, poured the red wine in her hand on him, and climbed onto the bed.
(End of chapter)