Chapter 261 Drama in King's Landing (2) Also known as "The Rainy Season in King's Landing"
Chapter 260: Drama in King's Landing (2) Also known as "The Rainy Season in King's Landing"
The conversation between the prison warden and that weirdo Logan was just beside him. Yoro chewed the fishy dried meat, endured the discomfort caused by the smell of the air in the dungeon, and listened to their uneasy words.
He is the new jailer, transferred here from the port with a souvenir from Lord Tywin.
Not worth it! He thought to himself that he had finally survived the battle at the Blackwater River, but he had to guard this ghost place. He heard that ghosts and wolf spirits often haunted the dungeon!
"What's the matter with you? Has Stannis confessed?" the steward's voice said.
You don't need to think about it. Yoro turned his head, and Weird Logan revealed his teeth covered with dirt and moths from his sloppy hair. The smell of bad breath probably hit the manager's mouth and nose.
For this reason alone, he admired the steward for a whole year.
"No." The voice was rough and hoarse.
The manager frowned. It would be painful to deal with such a person.
"Why don't we go to trial quickly? It's just a formality. Any method will do, as long as he pleads guilty."
Logan blinked twice. His eyes were quite bright and quite conspicuous in this unkempt appearance.
"He wants to see you, Steward."
"See me?"
"I will plead guilty when I see you."
The steward's eyes widened, and joy crept into the corner of his mouth, "It's a good thing, after all, this is the dungeon of the Red Keep. No matter how stubborn a person is, his spine will soften. This Stannis will probably be crushed into ash by pure iron." Head towards the dungeon.
Yoro closed his eyes, there was no way to spend time in this dungeon, not even a clean place to stay, there were bed bugs and sewage everywhere.
The steward came out of the dungeon only when the sun set from noon to the end of the day.
"General Manager" Yoro quickly stood up straight.
This time the manager didn't joke with him, he just looked at him calmly, nodded slightly, and walked out of the door.
Weird Logan followed him and smiled at him.
"Dang Dang!~Dang Dang Dong!~"
Sansa closed her eyes tightly. She could tell the difference between the bells of the Red Keep and the Great Sept of Baelor. The bell tower on the dome of the Red Keep only had a majestic "Dong!~", and the city wall close to the defensive coast looked more like the bells during war. horn.
The bells of the church were louder and clearer, like the playing of musical instruments and the singing of hymns were spread out in the center of the church square at the same time, bringing the most dramatic and sacred background sound to the stage of King's Landing.
Just like father and brother kneeling in front of the weirwood, the crows on the perch were chirping in confusion, and the howling of the new wind was intertwined, surrounding everyone.
Sansa opened her eyes, and a huge dome building appeared outside the curtain. The huge statue of "Blessed by God" Baelor I slowly moved back as the car drove aside. It stood calmly on the pedestal, with a look of compassion on its face.
Sansa clasped her hands, merciful Mother, forgive me, she misses home so much, misses the North that she once despised and Winterfell, which is located above the hot springs.
The white robe of the Kingsguard was very close to him. The white knight turned his head and saw a hound with a ferocious scar.
Their eyes met, Sansa lowered her head and closed the curtain.
The hound pursed his lips and sped up his horse to catch up with King Joffrey's carriage.
Sansa clutched her chest, feeling the heat in her heart surge up and down.
The Lady's Bloodthirsty Sansa suppressed the discomfort and felt the Lady's internal organs with her heart, licking her fangs and enjoying the blood. Her piety and regret for the Seven Gods just now were suppressed by this cruelty and blood lust. Sansa took a deep breath, her eyes no longer confused.
The golden robes held up spears to isolate the crowd from the nobles' cars. Even when the king was traveling, conflicts between the people and the golden robes often intensified in the corners.
The whole row of golden robes was pushed and pushed by the people, twisting and dancing like a long snake.
"Quiet!"
"Back off! Back off! You bastard!"
"Spit!"
The golden robe drew out his sword, opened his mouth and roared at the civilians who were pushing forward, but was hit in the face and mouth with a mouthful of spit.
"Hahahahaha!" The laughter and rumors were thrown at Jinpao like a soft sword.
"Damn it! I told you to step back!" The golden robe brandished his sword, stretched out his legs to kick down the spitting civilians, and the golden robe on the side also used spears and shields to hold back the citizens who wanted to watch the show and were eager to move forward.
Tywin sat on the far platform, silently looking at the chaos on the other side of the square. Next to him was the archbishop who kept coughing and looked pale.
Monks walked out of the Father's Gate in droves, while nuns and silent sisters walked from the Virgin's Gate and the Stranger's Gate on both sides to the back sides of the marble pulpit.
Heavily armed Lannister guards guarded the perimeter of the pulpit. As soon as the king's car arrived, the guards immediately dispersed, leaving a large space from the car to the steps of the pulpit.
It was the king's idea to drive from the Red Keep to the sept. Joffrey seemed to be very independent and unwilling to let the people of King's Landing feel that he was timid because of the last troupe incident.
Otherwise, the king could just stay in the church and wait for the execution.
Jaime thought this, he wiped the blade of his sword with a cloth, and looked at Joffrey and Margaery who were getting off the carriage.
"Long live the King!"
The leader of the church shouted loudly.
"Long live!~" The sound came from the square.
Little Joe seemed much calmer than before, Jaime thought as he looked at Joffrey with a faint smile on his face.
Barristan lowered his eyes tiredly, protected Joffrey's back, and followed him up to the pulpit.
James stayed where he was and looked at the people on the pulpit. The faces of the father, the archbishop, and some unfamiliar priests frowned slightly and turned to face the people, holding the hilt of the sword tightly in their right hand.
It seems that the temple has a new group of people.
Cersei was on stage, but he deliberately didn't look at her.
"Archbishop" Tywin was about to speak, but was interrupted by the priest on the side.
"The Archbishop is probably ill." The priest sitting next to the Archbishop frowned and looked at the Archbishop with worry in his eyes.
Tywin raised his eyebrows, looking at the bishop's bloated legs and unhealthy paleness on his face.
The priest picked up the plate with the holy oil bottle on it, nodded slightly, and then bowed down to the approaching king.
He poured out the holy oil and anointed it on his hands, "May Heavenly Father grant King Joffrey justice and understanding!" The priest approached Joffrey and anointed the king's forehead with the holy oil.
"Long live!~"
The priest put down the bottle, picked up another bottle on the side, straightened his back, and shouted loudly: "May the warrior!" He greeted Duke Tywin who was standing aside, "May the warrior grant Prime Minister Tywin an indestructible sword. And the glory of being invincible!”
Tywin lowered his head and the priest anointed him with holy oil.
After a series of rituals, Joffrey nodded slightly to the priest, who waved his arms, "The sinner, the traitor, the betrayer! King Robert's brother! Stannis Baratheon appears!"
The entire square was almost silent. The people and nobles were no different at this time. They all stretched their necks, looking at Stannis who was being escorted by the Lannister guards with fear and some luck.
The spiritual temperament of being a king in the past has disappeared. The black beard that was once trimmed short and neatly is now like an ugly knot on a toad's back, curled up in curls. Even if you see it, there is a lingering lingering feeling. The smell of burning came over. His strong limbs were tightly tied together by rough iron chains. The sticky wet mud soaked his deadwood-like legs, rubbing against the ground. When he reached the stairs, they drooped. The hardest leg bones inside seemed to have melted. .
Tywin stared at Stannis. The dungeons of the Red Keep had been thoroughly investigated since the old wolf ran away. He deliberately changed a group of jailers and kept a group again, just to find out the traces of forces loyal to Stannis or Varys.
Unfortunately, Stannis was imprisoned in the dungeon and almost died of thirst and starvation, with no one to rescue him. I have been squatting in my red robe for a long time, but to no avail.
However, there is no rush. A stage has been specially built for him in front of him. Countless people from King's Landing are mixed here, just to watch the show and find out who is behind the scenes?
Stannis drooped his head and bumped it against the ground. The venomous sunlight shining on the top of his head must have been as painful as burning coals.
He was looking around, and Tywin followed his gaze. The people in ragged clothes, the nobles in gold and silver, and the knights in full armor were just like the previous trials in the Great Sept of Baelor. There was no difference.
"Cough! Cough!" Stannis coughed violently. It seemed that he was used to breathing in the damp and moldy environment of the dungeon. Now that he saw the sun and the air became slightly fresh, he felt unusually uncomfortable.
"I" he seemed to want to say something.
But he was interrupted by the troupe singing, "The day of hanging Stan was really hard! ~ In the afternoon in King's Landing, listen to the clock ringing!"
It was obviously to the tune of "The Day Black Robin Hanged," but the troupe had changed it into a mess. The priest yelled angrily, pointing at the kneeling king: "Justice Officer Ser Ilyn Payne!"
Ilyn Payne deftly pressed against the back of the sinner's knee, his sword leaning against Stannis's left knee.
"Stannis Baratheon, you are accused of treason! Sentenced to death and deprived of all legal rights to the Iron Throne!"
There is no confession. As long as Stannis has a tongue, he will definitely not plead guilty. Tywin thought to himself, looking up at the sun in the sky. His forehead seemed to be severely sunburned, and there was a stinging pain.
He raised his glass and took a sip, feeling the coolness dissipate the heat.
The archbishop's pale face was pointed at him, his eyes staring like a dead fish.
Tywin nodded politely and looked at Stannis kneeling on the ground again.
To his surprise, Joffrey stood there silently, staring intently at the crowd under the marble pulpit.
Too close, too close to the crowd below, Tywin took a deep breath, supported both sides of the wooden seat with both hands, and tried to stand up.
A numb feeling occupied his legs. Tywin sniffed and looked at the palms of his hands that were loose and wrinkled due to aging. Before he had time to think about it, he exerted a little strength on his legs and stood up.
"Your Majesty," Tywin called, "please take your seat towards the back."
Joffrey turned to look at him, his green eyes were like two emeralds embedded in them, and Tywin barely saw them move.
The king came slowly over and sat beside Tywin.
Tywin glanced at the sun twice. The excessive brightness made his head dizzy. He raised his hands and sat down, looking under the pulpit critically.
The most elite Lannister guards were guarding the surroundings, with shields at all times. Both himself and Joffrey were wearing soft armor. He was not afraid of his own safety, but he really wanted to see the enemy's performance.
Executioner Ilyn Payne had already grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, just waiting for the king or prime minister to give the order.
Tywin looked at the crowd, his vision a little blurry because his eyes were soaked with sweat, but the troupe should still perform, and the various expressions of the fools remained the same, and the Kingsguard, the golden robes, and the bodyguards performed their duties well-trainedly. Job, nothing has changed.
The melody of "The Day Black Robin Hanged" is still playing, and it is almost to the last part of the lyrics, "Black Robin's Struggle".
"He grabbed his throat!" The "Black Robin" in the troupe seemed to be saying to himself, grabbing his own throat and chanting with an expression on his face.
Tywin coughed slightly, swallowed the drink, and took a long breath.
Cersei had just been watching the troupe perform with great interest, but she didn't expect these actors to perform so hard under such circumstances. At this time, she looked at her father with some doubts, but she did notice that the temperature in King's Landing was changing rapidly these days, and she was worried that Tywin would catch the flu. After all, morning and noon in the city were completely different worlds. She remembered that she reminded him in the morning Pass Xiao Qiao.
She turned to look at Xiao Qiao and nodded with satisfaction. The king's majesty was clearly revealed. He had learned so quickly these days and understood what it meant to assess the situation, and he also respected his father a lot.
Don't worry, Little Joe, Cersei thought to herself, my dear father always puts family first. You are also a real lion, a Lannister lion. Sooner or later, father will let you rule the entire Seven Kingdoms.
She thought of Tommen, and she was intoxicated by his running figure and well-behaved appearance, but Cersei looked at Xiao Qiao.
Everything will be fine with you, she thought. For some reason, Cersei always felt like she was lucky.
"What did you do?" Black Robin asked, but in this context he was referring to Stannis.
When "Black Robin" asked the question, the sky darkened, and the clouds blocked the unbridled sunshine. A breeze came. Cersei waved her hand and took away the maid's umbrella. She squinted her eyes slightly, feeling the coolness. .
"Ahem!" Tywin coughed hard, pointing his index finger at Stannis who was kneeling on the ground, "Execution!"
This word was almost choked out. Jaime heard his father's lung-breaking command, which was different from the calm response before. It seemed that the hatred between his father and Stannis was inextricable.
Ilyn Payne held the sword in his hand and raised it skillfully.
"Stannis" raised his head to the sky, "I am not a traitor!"
No one heard clearly, everyone's attention was on the executioner's sword.
"Bang." Even the sound of his head falling to the ground was so weak.
Cersei changed her posture, looked at the head on the ground, and smiled charmingly.
Ha ha! Lannister, all debts must be paid!
"How can you be so virtuous!" "Black Robin" sang loudly, but the troupe's overall movements suddenly changed.
The flute was played, the violin sounded, and the big drum played.
No one spoke any words, only another song was played.
Cersei could tell, and anyone in the Seven Kingdoms could tell it was "The Rains of Castamere," and there was also a folk saying, "Lannister debts must be paid."
True to the occasion, Cersei looked at her father aside with satisfaction, who stroked her throat and rolled her eyes.
A light rain began to fall in the sky above King's Landing.
Irene Payne lowered his head and moved it with his feet. The face on his head was ferocious and his mouth was open.
A stinging pain penetrated from the skin on the top of his head into his brain. Rarely did this scene make Yilin so pale. His deep eyes were almost bulging, his lips were trembling, and he still looked like he was chewing the base of his tongue even without his tongue.
He looked at the Duke, at the King, and pointed at the fallen head on the ground.
The head could be anyone, but not Stannis!
"The lord proudly asked you ~ How virtuous and capable are you, and you want me to bow down ~ (And who are you the proud lord said, That I must bow solow ~)"
"How could it be!~" The priest lost his voice and pointed at his head.
"Save my father!" Cersei screamed.
“Only a lion but with different coats, a golden lion and a red lion~ We are both from the same lion family and have claws! (Only acatofa different coat. That’s all the truth I knowinacoatofgoldoracoatofred~Alionstillhasclaws!)” The singer’s voice was unusually strong, singing in the center of the square.
Tywin clutched his throat and fell to the ground. The purple and blue blood vessels swelled and bulged on the skin of his face.
Joffrey looked at the people in front of him with a smile, his green eyes were like emeralds embedded in them, without any expression, like a puppet.
"Long live King Stannis!~"
In the bustling crowd, a stream of steam seemed to spurt out, and some people suddenly burst out, just like the Antlers from the Blackwater River War roaring in the crowd again.
The arrows are like flying mosquitoes in summer, not fatal but annoying.
The shields of the Lannister guards rose up one after another, and most of the flying arrows just missed the target, posing no threat.
Gold robes rushed into the crowd, and iron swords and spears chased the mob.
There were countless people, pushing and trampling.
"My minions are no worse than you, the lord~ (Aslong and sharpasyours~)" The people in the troupe obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.
"Stop singing!" Cersei screamed, and Jaime drew his sword and slashed at the stage.
The golden robes pushed together and the stage fell to pieces, and the actors were either dead or injured.
The hunting dog angrily blocked the mob's arrows and roared downwards. Barristan commanded loudly, his white beard trembling again and again. When James saw Oraine Weishui jumping into the crowd, he stabbed his back with his sword. The first thing he did not do was check his father's condition. Joffrey looked straight ahead. Cersei was screaming, her voice harsh. Margaery and all the female family members stared at loss. Sansa clung to the Hound's armored back, motionless. The people were noisy, some were frightened, some were laughing with gloating.
"Bug," Varys asked the little girl next to him, "who deserves the most damn in King's Landing?"
The little girl hesitated for a few seconds and said, "There are too many to count."
"Lord Tywin must not die, he will die with Attis Arryn." Varys said to himself
The little girl said "Yeah" and stopped caring. She looked at the many companions in front of her, carefully carrying these pots, pots containing dragon flames.
Wallis was silent for a moment and then spoke again: "It's time to say goodbye to the bedbug."
The little girl remained silent and just nodded slightly.
"I promised you that I will do it, and you will do it yourself," Wallis said, like a father, looking at the little girl tenderly, "Let you be buried together with this city that brings pain."
Militan looked at the sword, ignoring the twisted little boy in front of him.
He struggled for several days, it was time to rest, Militan thought to himself.
"Me! I am the king!" the little boy yelled, "I order you to let me out!"
(End of chapter)