Chapter 246 Leave room
The spicy smell of flour, salt, and even a bit of smoke rushed into Arya's nose. She couldn't help but be curious and even licked the frame of the basket with her tongue. The strange smell soaked in strong vinegar almost made Arya. Leah vomited everything she ate at Robin's before leaving.
Southerners are pretentious and make everything very complicated. There are many ways to preserve food, such as soaking in water, pickling with sugar and salt, and oil-soaking and smoking. She sneaked into the kitchen and it was not uncommon for the fat people in the Eagle's Nest City to sneak into the kitchen. The fat chef does this.
Unlike the north, she remembered that in Winterfell, Gage only needed to put the food that should be preserved on the carriage, carry it further north in Winterfell, and freeze it in the ice cellar.
She was thinking about it, throwing away all the nervousness she felt before running away.
Arya squatted quietly behind the basket. She even thought about soaking her body in the marinade jar nearby to hide better, but the disgusting smell made her reject it. proposal.
She counted the time in her mind, and from time to time she looked up at the sinking sun.
What took so long! Arya couldn't help but mutter in her heart, the guards at the bottom of the mountain should have moved the turntable to let her go down!
"No need to wait, Miss Arya." Vardis Egan's ugly voice suddenly appeared from behind the marinade pot.
Arya pulled out the "sewing needle" from behind her and jumped out from behind the basket.
"Stab the enemy with the pointed end," Jon Snow said to himself, and Arya repeated it silently in her mind.
The needle pointed toward Vardis Egan.
Vardis looked at himself calmly, not sure if it was an illusion or something, but Arya seemed to hear a sigh.
"Bang!"
The sewing needle was knocked to the ground.
"If you imagine using Braavosi things to defeat the Knights of the Canyon, I think you are wrong, Miss Arya." Vardis Egan lifted her out with one hand.
"Robin! Robin betrayed me!"
Vardis shook his head. Arya didn't like the look in his eyes. It was clearly a look at a child misbehaving.
She is not a child!
"Fortunately, Stark taught you to inform your mother when you go out. This is a good habit, Miss Arya."
It's her mother, Arya thought in frustration. She didn't tell her mother that she was going to run away, but her mother always seemed to be able to see what her daughter was thinking.
"You can't escape, Miss Arya. If I let you go, it would be almost equivalent to pushing you down the moon door." Vardis picked up the sewing needle, "I will keep the boy's toys for you. , The Eagle's Nest has not treated you badly, and the Arryn family has no ill will towards you. You must know how hard the life of your Stark family is."
There seemed to be something hidden in his tone. Vardis took a deep breath and carried Arya towards the stairs of the castle.
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The excitement of Harrenhal was only temporary. Its gates were open, and a large number of troops, levied valley farmers, and logistical horsemen and trailers filed out of here.
"How long has the red-robed woman been in the God's Eye Lake?" Attis asked Thoros. He was wrapping a long sword in black cloth and carefully putting various jars into his pocket.
"It's been a long time. I don't remember clearly. I may have rowed in after the tournament and haven't returned yet," Soros said. He hung the sword's wrapping cloth diagonally on the back, turned to look at the Duke who had taken him in for a long time, and nodded gently.
Attis hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "The followers of the Red God can be protected by me, and the capable ones among them can be cherished by me..."
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, Duke Arryn," Thoros smiled politely, "Compared to the Red God and loyalty to a certain noble, adventure and fine wine attract me more. It seems..." He looked around, "It seems elegant. I'm still not used to it. Thank you to the Duke for taking me in. This is a wonderful contest, destined to be recorded in history and sung by bards."
Attis nodded, and being rejected was the result he expected, "There will always be a place for you by the fire in the Eagle's Nest."
Thoros stopped smiling and looked at Attis Arryn, "I have met many people in King's Landing, King Robert, Joffrey, Tywin Lannister, and of course your father. I believe "My own way of recognizing people," he hesitated for a moment, but still said to Attis, "I feel that you are completely different from others, maybe it is my illusion."
Attis Aylin raised his right eyebrow slightly, "I would like to hear the details."
"Robert is the stag, the fiercest stag, Tywin is the lion, the cunningest lion, and Prime Minister Arryn is the eagle, the eagle who defends honor until death..."
Attis couldn't help but frown, feeling a little conflicted about Soros' next words.
Thoros seemed to realize that what he said next would offend Attis. He paused for a few seconds, "One of the few things I learned from R'hllor in Essos was that the things that are suppressed in the heart will be suppressed sooner or later. It will burst out into flames. Of course, as far as we red-robed monks are concerned, the flame belongs to R'hllor alone, and he will give us some guidance as to the poor believers."
"I'm afraid I can't bear this kind of flame." Attis's words contained an implicit refutation. He was not sure what Soros was referring to, but there was an answer that made him feel grudge.
"Be confident, Duke Arryn, your glory is already like the sun in the sky." Thoros smiled slightly, pulled the reins, and mounted the horse. "The whole of Westeros is looking up, but I haven't realized that the eagle can Fly high.”
"Only a king can make all of Westeros look up to him," Attis said.
"Of course I know." Soros's smile was sly and he rode away.
Attis watched Thoros's leaving figure.
As high as glory, Attis somehow remembered the motto passed down by House Arryn since the Andals landed.
Time stood still for a long time, until An Gai reminded him, "Master Attis, Princess Myrcella's luggage has been packed."
Attis nodded slightly, turned around silently, and left the place.
Myrcella will go to the Gates of the Moon, while she will rush to the Twins to make the final arrangements for things in the south.
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"When the valley road became wider and the road under the Blood Gate was filled with endless wheels and horse hooves, when the wildlings of Arryn Valley began to bow their heads, the nobles and knights of the Riverlands began to surrender, when the cold eagle on the giant's spear began to They had to fold their wings from time to time, put away their arrogance and dignity, and start to stand on the earth. When the Aylin family was no longer just the masters of mountains and deep valleys, but also had rivers and plains, the content of the motto "Higher than Glory" that they adhered to in the past became Substantial changes are inevitable to adapt to the growing territory of rule and the challenges that House Arryn will face. ”
——"Out of the Bloody Gate: The King of the Valley Arrives to Protect the Whole Territory" (Bachelor Ke Meng)
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