Chapter 250 Public Trial
King's Landing, Old City Gate.
The traces of the wildfire are still there. The charred buildings are piled up in the ruins of the tower. Odd workers and carpenters are cleaning up. Many simple tents have been set up beside the city wall. The golden robes stand listlessly on guard, watching the work of the odd workers in a daze from time to time. .
"Something's happening!" A man in a golden robe on the low city wall pointed forward.
"Stannis?" The golden robe held his helmet in panic.
"Don't spread rumors!" the captain of the guard knocked his helmet over with one hand and scolded him. He stretched his legs to step on the city wall, frowned and looked into the distance, "They are our reinforcements, a group of ignorant bumpkins."
"Who?"
Horse hooves clattered, dust flew, orange flags waved in the wind, and a pile of bronze runes and strange-shaped pebbles attracted everyone's attention.
"People from the valley, the Royce family." The captain of the guard recalled his experience of guarding the city gate in previous martial arts tournaments. The flag of the Royce family was not uncommon.
After hearing this, the gold-robed guards immediately dispersed into a ball, and their previous listless and lazy scene reappeared.
"Hiss!~"
The horses of the valley cavalry raised their hooves, jumped up, and jumped over the low, simple battlements - it is better to call it a pile of stones than a battlement.
The leading knight is the most conspicuous. The jet-red armor wraps his upper body in layers, and the scabbard of the long sword is so red that it oozes blood. The orange cloak that he often wore before to symbolize Royce has been replaced by the uniform one of the Valley Knights. He wore a blue cloak and a rough face, but he was still handsome. His light eyes looked at the gold-robed defenders at the city gate and paused slightly.
Robert Royce looked at the mess at the city gate and recalled the green fire he saw when he led his army. It was like a devil's thorns flying wild among human dwellings, and the hissing sound of the burning building was like the sound of a stranger. Whisper.
He raised his riding whip, ignored the guard captain who got up and came forward, and rode in.
The captain of the guard watched in silence as the valley cavalry ignored him one by one and entered the city.
The crescent falcon flag held by the last row of cavalry almost slapped the captain in the face, but he just puffed his cheeks and acquiesced to the entry of the cavalry.
"Captain..." The golden robe on the side came to the side of the guard captain, his words revealed doubts.
"Mind your own business, don't talk nonsense." The captain once again reached out and waved down the half-helmet on the golden robe beside him, and strode back to the tent angrily to avoid the nuisance of the scorching sun above his head.
"This weather is so damn rainy and dry every time!"
……
Duke Attis was riding a horse in a rather funny manner at this time. Ange blinked and observed his actions behind the Duke.
A book he couldn't understand was held in the hands of the Duke. The war horse lowered its head and swayed forward. He didn't look like a knight, but more like an old farmer riding a donkey leisurely walking in the paddy field. similar.
"Master Attis," Ange couldn't help but remind aloud, "We are already a little far away from Sir Harold's army."
Attis raised his eyes, and the blue-robed bodyguards behind him also moved forward slowly, following closely beside him, while Harold Hatton's cavalry walked far ahead, keeping a certain distance.
"Okay," Attis closed the book, "let's hurry up."
An Gai lowered his head and glanced. The cover of the book was not old. On the contrary, it looked shiny and new.
I don't know the Andals Common Language text above, but the portraits above must be clear to anyone who grew up in Westeros.
Aegon the Conqueror Targaryen and his Black Death Balerion.
Angei raised his eyes and looked at Attis. In his impression, the person closest to the conqueror was the Duke. Angei firmly believed that Attis was capable of conquering the Seven Kingdoms. Perhaps the gap between the Duke and Aegon was just a dragon...
"What do you think of a king, Ange."
Attis' question was a bit sudden, and it was only the reminder from someone around him that pulled Angai out of his daze.
"Noble blood and life experience, wise leadership..." Attis muttered a few words, "If a person wants to be king, what is the most important thing?"
Ange looked at the face of Duke Attis. In his eyes, there was nothing better than a king.
"I think..." Ange recalled the Duke's past deeds and replied, "He will definitely be able to protect the country and the people, and he is worthy of the title of guardian,"
An Gai frowned and thought of several famous kings mentioned by the bards in his hometown, such as the Conqueror, the Young Dragon King, etc. His lips wriggled slightly and hesitantly said: "He must be a hero, Duke."
"Hero?"
"A hero who is good enough to be sung by singers and recognized by others must be."
Attis turned to look at Angei, a trace of confusion emerging from his heart.
An Gai's face immediately became tense, and he seemed a little at a loss, and the words in his mouth were a little incoherent, "I don't know, I just said it based on the Duke's appearance... I don't know if this is appropriate... In my opinion... ..." He swallowed, "Even if you are not sitting on that iron chair, Duke, the king in my heart can only be you, you... you are our hero."
The blue-robed bodyguards behind An Gai nodded in agreement, and their eyes fell on their duke through their visors, their eyes full of hot admiration.
"King of Heroes..." Attis held the reins tightly. Before Targaryen relied on blood to become king, he relied on his great achievements in conquering the Seven Kingdoms and his miraculous status as a dragon knight. Not surprisingly, this is a story worthy of special mention. Heroic deeds.
He thought of himself, integrating the valley, fighting in the Blood Gate, and taking over the riverlands...
This is not a hero, at most he is a tyrant who separatists one side.
Based on this alone... Attis frowned, he was not worthy of being a king.
The whip hit the horse hard, and with a fierce long neigh, Attis galloped forward.
……
The cell door jingled again by the jailer. Tyrion rubbed his eyes and looked at the door with squinted eyes.
Marine Tran, it's him again, damn it!
"If you don't protect the king well, why are you harassing me, a dwarf, all day long? Why, the butts of the male prostitutes in the brothel are not enough for you, and the taste has become too heavy?" Tyrion did not care about any face, including his own, he opened his mouth and said a series of words A joke that is hard to hear.
Marine Tran's originally gloating face darkened instantly. He took a deep breath and said, "The Prime Minister wants to ask you a question, stand up."
Tyrion jumped up, "A dwarf escorted by the Kingsguard. I am definitely the first person in history. I really don't know how the maester will describe me in the future..."
As he spoke, he walked out. The sunlight outside the prison filtered through, making him feel physically and mentally refreshed.
"Such ghost days should have ended long ago..." Tyrion stretched, but Merlin Tran's big hand pushed him.
"Hurry up!"......
Tywin is sitting on the Iron Throne. Those who are interested can see that the Prime Minister is carefully moving his buttocks and testing the edge of the Iron Throne. He is obviously afraid of being stabbed by the hooks on the throne. He is in a very bad mood and his face is always downcast. With.
On the right side of the platform, Cersei sat with her hands folded, her elegant golden skirt trailing very long, like a lady.
Jaime wore a gold mask as usual, and few noticed that his original Kingsguard armor, which was closer to the Lannister style, was gone, replaced by a completely white knight armor.
Sansa's clear blue eyes quietly looked at the people in high positions. Her mood had never been so comfortable as it was today. The news of her father's "resurrection" in the north spread throughout the Red Keep, and this news also spread. What was happening all over the Red Keep was that damned Joffrey was killing civilians in King's Landing. She heard many maids saying that this was the "curse of golden hair". She wanted to continue asking them, but later she only heard that these maids had their tongues pulled out. Throw the news to the brothel.
She looked at Cersei, who looked at her with a smile, and she was so scared that she quickly lowered her eyes.
There were naturally a group of important ministers sitting next to the high platform of the Iron Throne. In addition, there was an old man whom Sansa had never seen before. But according to the sharp introduction of the steward of the Red Keep, she learned that he was Earl Gales of Rosby City. He had been coughing non-stop since he came in, making the whole Red Keep sound sick.
Earl Gales twisted uncomfortably on the bench and looked outside the door of the Red Castle from time to time.
"Take the prisoner, Tyrion Lannister!" The high-pitched voice of the steward of the Red Keep sounded charming for the first time, at least it covered the endless coughing of Lord Gales.
Tyrion walked into the throne room, whistling, and Sansa recognized the tune, which seemed to be King Robert's favorite bear and maiden.
"Quiet." Tywin was the first to speak. He raised his head slightly and looked at Tyrion indifferently.
Tyrion bowed slightly and said, "As you command, my dear father."
"On behalf of King Joffrey, as the King's Hand, I am responsible for interrogating you regarding the murder of the King's brother Tommen Baratheon..."
Tywin's words were suddenly interrupted by Tyrion, "No, I haven't done it."
Whispers immediately filled the Red Keep, and no one was apparently surprised by Tyrion's rudeness.
"Quiet!" Sansa could hear Tywin's raised voice, and there was a trace of sullenness hidden in it.
"We have evidence, Tyrion. You might as well listen to the testimony of Lord Rosby. Your accomplices will come forward one after another to confess. Wait until you hear this before telling your opinion, Tyrion." Tywin stared at Tyrion's eyes were like arrows, almost piercing into Tyrion's face.
Cersei's crossed legs swayed slightly, a smile on her face.
"Lord Rosby." Tywin looked at the old man coughing beside him.
"I'm very sorry, Prime Minister, I..." Gyles Rossby stood up slowly.
As Lord Chancellor of the Exchequer, Lord River Ryker whispered behind him, and Sansa could see the words on his lips, "Don't panic, old man."
"Rosby City passed...ahem! After careful interrogation...finally concluded...ahem!"
"Speak quickly, Earl Gales." Queen Cersei was impatient. She closed her eyes slightly, the disgust on her face was obvious.
"Sorry, Your Majesty the Queen Mother, I..."
"Don't be sorry, Lord Rosby." Rivere Lake urged behind him.
The atmosphere in the Red Keep couldn't help but become draggy and unbearable, and Sansa concluded that this was the result of the ailing Lord Rosby.
"I'm waiting, I'm sorry!" Earl Gyles Rosby waved his hand, still looking at the door of the throne room.
A commotion occurred at the door of the royal hall, and the sound of the heavy armor on the golden robes hitting each other came in waves, like waves hitting a rock.
"Quiet!~" Tywin was completely angry at this time. He hammered the Iron Throne, and blood stains appeared on his hands visibly.
The Iron Throne rejects the Lannister, Sansa thought, staring at Tywin.
"I'm waiting..." Earl Rosby sighed and sat slumped on the bench.
"What are you doing sitting down, Gales?" Rivere Lake's eyes widened and he asked.
Tyrion turned around, Bronn held the sword and walked to the high platform of the Iron Throne, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, there is..."
At the door of the throne room, the crowd couldn't help but push and disperse, and a group of knights in blue cloaks appeared in front of everyone.
The knight in red armor in the middle is even more conspicuous.
"Lord Tywin, I, Ser Robert of House Royce of Runestone City, accept the order of Duke Attis Arryn to perform my duties in the Royal Council on behalf of the Duke and serve as the temporary Minister of Justice."
Robert Royce's loud declaration echoed throughout the throne room.
"Huh~" Lord Gyles Rosby wiped his sweat and looked at Tywin, "I'm sorry, Lord Tywin..."
Tywin looked at him with wide eyes, but he had not yet reacted.
"What are you apologizing for..." Rivere Lake was still confused.
Until...
"After careful interrogation and investigation, the murder of Prince Tommen Baratheon was entirely attributed to the former Minister of Intelligence, Varys, known as the Octopus Spider!"
Lord Gyles Rosby said it almost in one breath. After finishing speaking, he coughed loudly, waved his hand and slumped down on the bench.
The commotion in the royal hall suddenly disappeared, and the unified silence came so quickly that Sansa found it hard to believe that it had not been rehearsed.
Lord Tywin's face was even more strange. Complex expressions were mixed together on his face. She didn't know if it was an illusion or something, but Sansa always felt that Tywin's face was switching back and forth between blue and purple.
"It seems..." Tyrion's voice broke the silence, "I really haven't done it."
The absurd public interrogation ended with Tyrion's whistle. Tywin turned his head and looked down the high platform. Tyrion clearly felt that his father's gaze was beyond his own and looked directly at Robert Royce behind him. Jazz.
A smile bloomed on Tyrion's lips. He raised his hands and turned to look at Merlin Trant.
The latter looked at Tywin, at a loss.
"Clang!"
The shackles shattered, but it wasn't Merlin Tran's sword, but Robert Royce's.
(End of chapter)