Chapter 232 The Buck with Broken Horns
"The waves should not belong to him. Seaworth is a noble name."
Roland Storm, the bastard son of Nightsong City, took off his helmet. The nightingale carved on it was eye-catching.
Davos looked at the bastard's breastplate, which was engraved with a warrior holding a giant sword. The seven-pointed star emblem of the Seven Gods was hidden behind the warrior.
The sea breeze ruthlessly pushed the waves, forcing them to continue to surge onto the deck. For the first time, Davos felt that the rickety ship could make him dizzy. This was something he had never seen in decades of smuggling!
There was a trace of sadness on the bastard's measles face, "He is a good captain, but the ship is uncertain. Maybe when you return to Dragonstone, you can find an island to bury him..."
Roland Storm said no more, turned and left Davos.
"A noble name..." Davos's voice was very small. He tried to open his eyes wide enough to see Dale's mud-stained face clearly.
The Onion Knight squatted down and brushed the water grass off his son's face with his hands, feeling a little choked in his throat.
But tears are like salt in the sea, they are everywhere, not surprising, even a little cheap.
When he came ashore, he didn't even notice that the Sea Spirit sank to the bottom of the sea. He only remembered that Mathos was shot into a sieve by arrows in front of his eyes. He made no sound and was swept into the valley without even wailing to his father for help. Under the hooves of the cavalry, no corpses were even found during the hasty evacuation.
Ironically, apart from some damage to the hull, my own Black Bess looked in tatters, but its sailing speed was not even affected much.
"A noble caste, but tainted by smugglers." The sadness brought to him by the death of his two sons was quickly covered up by a bigger wave of guilt. Davos thought of Stannis and what Stannis had given him. The great trust and tens of thousands of troops, the father's negligence and the minister's negligence came to his heart at the same time, just like the tide on the coast, he fell into it again when he took a breath.
He raised his head and looked around the deck, trying to find the monk who had been accompanying him on the boat to pray, but half of the latter's body was still dragged at the stern of the boat and was swallowed bit by bit by the foam of the waves.
Davos nodded to the attendant beside him, who quietly covered Dale's body with a brown shroud and dragged it to the side of the cabin.
This is almost the prerogative of the commander, Davos thought to himself, and he looked at the corpse of the unknown man who was thrown into the sea.
"Stop," Davos said to the attendant who left. The attendant stopped and turned his head to look at him, waiting for instructions. "Seaworth originated from the sea and will belong to the sea. This is the root of the fallen leaves... ..." He glanced at Dale's body, swallowed his throat, and suppressed his sobs, "Leave his flesh and blood to the fishermen who make a living."
Davos turned away from looking at the shroud.
The sound of objects being thrown through the sea was heard in his ears, and the Onion Knight let out a long sigh. He had to arrange everything that the commander should do before meeting King Stannis.
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"Broken Sword" Timon raised his long sword embroidered with floral cracks and slashed at the neck of the Lannister redcoat soldier.
"Poof!" The flesh and blood was peeled off from the Lannister soldier's body. Except for the unconscious twitching of his calves, he showed no signs of life.
"The king is meditating, we shouldn't disturb him." Sir Bonifer Hasty, the knight commander of the Hundred-man Crusade, looked at Timon who stood up.
Timon spat disdainfully. He was most disdainful of such devout knights in rumors. Bonifer Hasty was one of them. Although he was indeed skilled in martial arts, he was in the royal forest with his nearly a hundred pilgrim knights. Defeated almost every Lannister army they encountered. "I don't want to die in this stinky place!" Timon put away his sword and walked towards the king's tent.
The tent Stannis lived in was no different from the tents of other soldiers, which at least reduced the possibility of beheading by the enemy. "I want to see your majesty," Timon said to the bodyguard Stannis had brought from Dragonstone.
The guard nodded slightly and turned around to enter the tent. He returned to the outside of the tent and nodded to Timon.
The curtain outside the camp was fluttering in the wind. Timon lifted the curtain and strode in.
Stannis sat with his back behind the candle, and Timon could not see the king's expression. He only saw a Baratheon's crowned stag banner spread out on the chopping board.
Timon bowed slightly, "Your Majesty." He called softly, not daring to continue to disturb.
Stannis turned his head, his face as serious as ever, but at this time of intense fighting, Timon could still see a hint of dignity.
"If you have any suggestions, tell me, Sir Timon."
Timon took a deep breath and swallowed his throat, "The defeat at Blackwater was not your fault. Tywin fell into the trap. We are only a few centimeters away from taking over King's Landing and hanging the heads of those born from incest on the towers... ”
Stannis interrupted unceremoniously, "None of what you said happened." He moved to face Timon, who was a little nervous. "If that's all you want to say, you can leave my tent."
The king's indifferent eyes contained no emotion, and his tone was full of rejection.
Timon lowered his head further, "I suggest evacuating. Before the Lannister army cuts off our retreat back to Storm's End, I believe they are already doing it. Kevan's army is retreating very deep now. He must want to To stumble behind us”
He lowered his head and did not look at Stannis's expression. Timon did not want to look into the king's eyes. Although Bonifer, whom he had always despised, had no fear, he still felt a little afraid in his heart.
After waiting for a long time, even his own neck ached, Stannis responded.
"Gather all the war horses and break out toward the northwest."
northwest? Isn't that where Tywin's army is gathering? Timon suppressed the surprise in his heart and slowly retreated, without even making a sound to object.
The morning light spread slightly in the sky, but the flag of the crowned stag was raised early.
"The king is crazy, and so is his army." Timon looked at Bonifer, who was commanding a hundred-man holy war group beside him, and sneered.
"Keeping your tongue until now is a favor given to you by the Seven Gods." Bonifer held the reins and stabilized the horse under his crotch. "Take good care of this favor, Timon, otherwise," he looked at Timon's waist. Broken sword, "Like this sword, broken into pieces of flesh."
Bonifer raised his head slightly, and nearly a hundred knights behind him followed suit, and the ground faintly shook.
Timon couldn't help but look at the middle army. King Stannis had just climbed onto his horse, his expression remained unchanged and expressionless as before.
"All madmen are like this." Timon cursed. He waved his reins angrily, and all his cavalry followed behind him.
The banner of the crowned stag gradually emerged from the narrow dense bush and headed for the more open woodland, even to the plain outside the Kingswood where the Lannister army originally camped.
(End of chapter)