Whose hands does Chapter 91 fall into?
Meteor-like arrows surged up the walls of King's Landing in waves. The night and the already dark salt water of Blackwater Bay concealed the size of Stannis's fleet. The warship slowly approached the castle located on Aegon's Hill. city wall.
"The Vale Cavalry has just left the old city gate this morning, and Stannis's Dragonstone Fleet has arrived at King's Landing impatiently. It's just the right time." River Ryker's eyes penetrated the shrouded darkness, his eyes filled with emotion. Looking at the distant sky with fear.
Ser Barristan Selmy remained silent, with the decaying Red Keep behind him.
The soldiers of the Capital Guard shouted in the distance, "One! Two! Push!"
The long-armed catapult moved slowly and thunderously like a behemoth. In the red castle with a large gap in the stone wall in front of it lay countless corpses. The direwolf emblem and the lion emblem were both animals waiting to be slaughtered, sinking into flesh and blood.
"The King's Hand pin, the burnt face, alas, could this be the former Prime Minister Eddard Stark?" Varys, the eight-clawed spider, said regretfully as he followed Barristan.
Barristan turned to look at Varys, with deep meaning in his eyes.
Varys's little bird found Eddard's body in the deepest part of the Red Keep. It looked like it had been scorched by fire. The Winterfell guards beside him also suffered the same fate. The flames burned them cleanly, leaving them unrecognizable. The charred body, Only the stubborn bones were left and were rescued by the golden robe when they were about to be burned to ashes.
Not only that, Varys also suggested mobilizing craftsmen and stepping up the construction of catapults and ramming vehicles.
The suggestion quickly faced problems after it was adopted by the queen. The Red Keep was located on Aegon Hill, and it was very difficult to push siege equipment up, especially when it was hindered by the wooden sheds built by countless residents of King's Landing.
Then there was a sea of fire that filled the sky.
King Joffrey ordered it to be set on fire.
Barristan seemed to have returned to the era of the Mad King more than ten years ago.
"Burn them! Burn them!"
Mad King Aerys's voice was hoarse and terrifying, and his long sharp nails mixed with blood were rubbing the corners of the Iron Throne.
The disobedient residents of King's Landing succumbed to the spears and swords of the golden robes and became wailing souls in the fire.
Barristan stepped over the remnants and bricks of the Red Keep buildings, and chose the black cottonwood that had survived in the courtyard of the Red Keep. The green shade was still there, and he sat down in silence.
Barristan removed the silver scabbard and placed it on the stone steps. He lowered his head and no longer looked at the tragic situation of the Red Castle.
"When the fire started, the residents of King's Landing rushed out one after another, and many ran to the Red Keep. When the boulder finally hit the Red Keep, many people even helped the northern soldiers." Varys folded his hands and regretfully explain.
Barristan didn't say anything. He had no intention of responding to the spider's hypocrisy.
"Ser Barristan, leave the dirty work of cleaning up the battlefield to me and Lord Varys." Earl River Ryker of the royal territory said.
"That makes sense. It's better for spiders to deal with the dirty spider webs that can be seen everywhere in the Red Keep." Varys smiled and looked at Barristan.
"I'll just sit here and take a rest. After all, there is still a big battle to be fought." Barristan said, his words losing the determination of the former captain of the Kingsguard, and more of a loneliness.
Varys nodded, "Ser Barristan's devotion to duty is so admirable." He and the Earl of Duskendale walked side by side towards the Red Keep courtyard, murmuring and complimenting each other.
"Do your duty faithfully." Barristan looked bitter and smiled as if he was mocking himself. This compliment was always ironic to him.
"The soldiers of the Reach along the Golden Road have gathered at Bitterbridge. The road from the West to King's Landing is clear." Tyrion drank red wine and belched. "You are taking me with you to march towards King's Landing. It looks like It’s not like they want to put me in the position of acting prime minister.”
Tywin sat in front of the camp, looked at Tyrion expressionlessly, and said: "Renly has assembled a hundred thousand troops in Highgarden and is also marching towards King's Landing."
"Bad news, isn't it?" Tyrion buried half his face in the wine glass. "You look like this," Tywin reached out and knocked down the wine glass, and the red wine spilled all over Tyrion's face. "You are not worthy of being a Lannister at all."
"Okay," Tyrion wiped the wine stains from his mouth, stretched out his tongue to lick the scent of wine left on his lips, "it seems that I am worthy now."
"We have enemies on all sides, and the House must either live on or, like the Targaryens, perish," Tywin said.
Tyrion clenched his fists, "For a dwarf, becoming a Lannister is the greatest blessing. The death of the family is not a good thing for half of the people." Perhaps it is also the greatest misfortune, Tyrion thought to himself.
"I won't stay in King's Landing for too long. When Stannis' fleet is driven back, I will leave you two thousand Casterly Rock soldiers to serve as your barrier in King's Landing." Tywin said.
"Oh," Tyrion looked at Tywin in disbelief, "I really feel a deep father's love."
A cold snort came from Tywin's mouth, "Take care of Cersei, take care of the young king, and let Jaime and I deal with the northerners and southerners with peace of mind."
"We need allies, father," Tyrion reminded, "or else we are doomed. No one can deal with both the South and the North."
Tywin looked at Tyrion in silence, his lips moving slightly, and Tyrion knew that his father agreed with his point of view.
"You're right," Tywin said.
Tyrion took a long breath, "Edd Stark must not die. The conflict with the North is the easiest to resolve. Getting Eddard and Miss Sansa to Winterfell intact is the most important thing in King's Landing right now." After all, the previous war was in the Riverlands, and it was Riverrun that damaged the honor first.”
Tyrion looked up at Tywin who stood up.
Tywin tapped the table, "Continue."
"Renly Baratheon and Stannis Baratheon became kings one after another. It is said that Stannis released all the ravens on Dragonstone and sent them to the Wall and to Dorne. It is not known what the content of the letter is. What?" Tyrion said.
"It's just nonsense," Tywin said coldly.
"The biggest enemies are the Riverlands and Stormlands behind Renly, followed by Stannis. As long as we give up some benefits, peace talks with the North and the Riverlands are completely feasible," Tyrion said.
Tywin stood there, looking at the huge map of Westeros hanging in the tent.
"The only thing we have to fight for," Tyrion looked at Tywin, "is the Valemen who occupy strategic positions and can protect our backs at any time or stab our backs with a sword at any time."
"As long as we negotiate peace with the Wolf family, as long as Attis Arryn's interests in the Riverlands are guaranteed, and the Iron Throne brings the Green Fork under the rule of the Vale, this is something Stannis cannot agree to, I'm afraid. "Renly," Tyrion said worriedly, "Renly is good at adapting. He may win over Attis Arryn to ensure the results he achieved in the Riverlands."
Tywin took a deep breath and kept looking at Tyrion with his eyes.
"You must attack with force. The motto of the Arryn family is 'high as high as glory'. Attis Arryn must at least be decent in appearance. God, Joffrey is the confirmed heir to the Iron Throne. Stannis and Renly He is the one who intends to usurp the Iron Throne, as long as he gives Attis enough benefits." Tyrion murmured.
Tyrion looked at Tywin, "I remember, dear King Robert once said it verbally," Tywin stared at Tyrion. Tyrion's analysis was very clear, and almost all the forces from all sides were included. Holding the core firmly, "Myrcella Baratheon was married to Attis Arryn and sent to the Eagle's Nest. I think, coupled with the conditions for legal recognition in the river, Attis Arryn will definitely Will be tempted.”
Tywin's face was expressionless. He approached Tyrion and patted him on the shoulder, "You are right."
Tyrion's heart moved slightly, and he swallowed, "For the family to continue to give me the golden dragon, so that I, a half-man, can enjoy the service of a full human, isn't it?" He looked at Tywin.
(End of chapter)