Chapter 262 Broken Spider Web
Two hundred and sixty-one, Broken Spider Web
Harrenhal had just experienced a heavy rain.
Attis stroked the city wall, as if he were on a cliff wrapped in strong winds. Black-hearted Heron's arrogance in finally wanting to rely on the castle to fight against the dragon flames seemed to turn into these twisted and deformed towers, like Heron's outstretched arms. Touching the misty sky with the palm of your hand, you express your unwillingness to do anything that no human being can do.
He looked far to the south, which was the direction of King's Landing.
The riverlands are open and open, and even with heavy cavalry in the valley, it doesn't take long to travel back and forth.
He arrived before the main force of the army. After temporarily solving the problem with the North, the situation in King's Landing became the top priority.
"I'm afraid it will rain again, my lord." Harold Haddon's voice appeared beside him, drowning out the sound of the wind.
Firelight gradually appeared between the towers of Harrenhal and the tower walls, and the dim light reflected from the damp mail and helmets could still be vaguely seen.
The weather was too cold.
The Duke walked down the tower without saying anything, and Harold followed behind. The huge spiral staircase surrounded the tower, and there was no other sound except the footsteps of the two of them.
It wasn't until the two stepped onto the ragged grass under the city wall that the silence was completely broken by the sound of rain, wind and the rustling of the grass.
"This wind comes from the north, lingers on the head of Harrenhal for a long time, and continues southward." Attis said.
Harold frowned and looked at the sky, "I'm afraid it will rain again, sir."
The Duke opened his arms, "The haze in the sky at Harrenhal has added so much rain to King's Landing."
The city of King's Landing was in chaos. What a coincidence that the rain came.
The accumulated water "tick-tick-tick" flows outward from the gaps in the secret passage. Varys's nose twitched, and he held his hand against the wall. There was a rough, sticky texture in his palm. The gravel and soil mixed with water stuck to his hand, which made him feel disgusting.
Sansa, this child, was a step too slow after all, he sighed inwardly.
There was no Stark girl in the pre-designed location. He could only let his little bird stay for one more day, and his pace might not be able to keep up with the changes in the situation.
Why isn't Joffrey dead? Why isn't Joffrey dead? Why isn't Joffrey dead?
Wallis lifted up his robe and walked through the deep water in the secret passage. There was waterweed on his forehead. How could there be waterweed in this damn place?
He panted and wiped the water off his head. He didn't know if it was urine, urine, rain, sweat, or a mixture of these.
The water rose up to his calves, and all the stench of King's Landing seemed to be hidden in these rolling blisters. Varys stepped hard on his calves and ran along the familiar route.
The wooden ladder came into view, and Varys stopped, and his deep breathing gradually subsided. He approached the wooden ladder, looked up at the water dripping from the gap between the partitions, and his violent heartbeat slowly slowed down.
He hated the uneasiness caused by being out of control. He was not worried about the movements in the High Sparrow's secrets. The little birds all over King's Landing could almost instantly pass the news along the cobwebs to his hands.
The person who hid the poison was the priest arranged by the High Sparrow, and the person who poisoned it was also the High Sparrow's handiwork. He just used his years of hard work in King's Landing to sell him the poison.
In the end, the only one who caused the Lannister Lion to roar was the rabble, and no matter what happened, it would not be his turn.
But why didn't Joffrey die?
Varys skillfully reached out and grabbed the middle part of the wooden ladder, lifted it gently, and leaned against the wall.
Looking at the dust that had accumulated over the years on the old partition, Wallis wiped it thoughtfully with his sleeve. In his eyes, it was brand new.
The escape location was newly arranged by him to prevent all the secret passages of the Red Keep from being discovered by Lannister's spies.
Among the tunnels in King's Landing, the Red Keep is the densest, like the center of a spider web spreading outwards and gradually becoming sparse.
He knew that the Port of King's Landing had been blocked for a long time and was not open yet. It was being watched by the minions of the Capital Guard inside and outside. It was very risky to leave the city.
Alas, he sighed softly. His old friends were probably going to die in the sacred Baelor Cathedral, but the words he expected, "Long live Duke Attis, for Aelin" did not appear. Instead, " "Long live Stannis" echoed in the square for a long time.
Wallis knew that many of the people shouting here were people who followed the trend indiscriminately without knowing the situation, but he didn't know who the source was, and it was difficult to determine even if he had suspicions in his heart.
He put his hands against the partition and pushed outward with all his strength. The heavy partition was filled with dirt and it was not easy to push it away at once, not to mention that his arms were exhausted in the desperate struggle.
Pushed hard again, and the partition moved slightly upward.
Varys wiped his sweat and witnessed Tywin clutching his throat and falling down.
He sighed, there were so many damn people in King's Landing, but Lannister and Arryn must be buried together under the broken city walls and burning flames.
Only in this way can we really get rid of the serious troubles in our heart. But if only Tywin dies, no one in Westeros can check and balance Arryn.
Varys pushed hard, and the partition suddenly opened, and fresh air and sudden rain rushed into his face.
What does King's Landing without Tywin look like to Attis? Is it fat meat that he must win, or delicious cakes?
Varys's bloated body emerged, his hands pressing against the soft soil on the ground.
I'm afraid that at this time, Sir Robert Royce will have another drawing of the location of the wildfire, but of course this is not all.
If you want the falcon to fold its wings and inhabit this dragon's lair, how can you do it without smelling blood?
Wallis emerged from the secret passage and let out a long breath. This was his last gamble.
It's time to go. It's time for him to leave King's Landing.
A Lannister without Tywin would be like a mad lion, crawling and rolling around all over himself.
As long as the falcon enters King's Landing, wildfire can spread unchecked in the city.
The crazy lion and the proud and complacent falcon will only die together.
He smiled, and the rain hit his face, blooming with splashes of victory.
The bright sword light also reflected into his eyes through the water splash.
"Finally we meet, the eight-clawed spider hiding in the corner, I have admired it for a long time."
Varys raised his head stiffly, and the golden crescent moon falcon emblem came into view.
No one should know where to escape, how could it.
The Octopus Spider thought of the Stark girl who broke her promise.
"The Prime Minister was not going to die," Qyburn said as if he was reciting scripture, and James couldn't listen to every word. This weird unchained maester kicked the corpse of the priest in the temple, "You also know."
James' attention was only on his father, and he couldn't make out the blur of flesh and blood.
"As long as you deal with it in time, use some techniques that colleagues in the city don't want to believe or even mention." Qyburn's words surrounded his ears, like the wind passing by.
Pycelle sat slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the Prime Minister's flesh and blood.
This flesh has no head.
"But no one could have imagined that a wolf would emerge from the temple." Coburn shook his head in disbelief.
"Where is Sansa! Where is Sansa! Where is Sansa?!"
Cersei's screams were somewhat hysterical.
"Bite the prime minister's head off in one bite. It's really true that the head is gone." Cobain whispered solemnly, not daring to say more.
James looked at a small gap in the floor, and the wolf emerged from it.
Barristan stood silent like a dead tree blowing in the wind. "At least the sparrows," he sighed before he finished speaking.
All the sparrows were caught in one fell swoop. At least the sparrows that ran from the Riverlands to King's Landing were either dead or injured.
"We didn't catch the big sparrow, only a group of chirping little sparrows. What's the use?" Questions came out of James' mouth involuntarily.
No one responded.
"The hound is also missing," Marin turned to look at the king standing aside, "and the Stark girl disappeared together. This is the strangest thing."
In view of my father's situation, I'm afraid the most bizarre things will have to be told later. Jaime thought that if Tyrion were here, he would definitely say this, and he almost laughed out loud.
Sandor Clegane felt the body temperature of the girl in his arms, and the heat rising from his lower body kept intruding on him.
How dare you? The hound looked back at King's Landing. The rain stopped slightly and the night fell quietly.
"Thank you, my knight." The girl in her arms turned her head, her bright red hair exuding the fragrance of mead, making herself intoxicated.
He couldn't help but want to kiss him, but the girl anticipated his desire and stretched her neck to kiss his ugly scar.
"We should go back" he wanted to say, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into "Where are you going."
"Go home, go back to the north." The girl said firmly.
That's a long way to go, Hound thought.
(End of chapter)