Chapter 265 Authentic
Two hundred and sixty-three, authentic
Alchemists Guild, Great Sept of Baelor, Red Keep. James looked at the map of King's Landing and touched it lightly with his index finger, feeling a slight roughness. The parchment used for drawing was placed messily on the table, and he looked at James nervously.
He stared at my golden mask, still trying to see his face clearly. James' mind was more confused than the parchment on the table. He put down the map of King's Landing, "I want a more detailed one."
The craftsman who made the map was a young boy. James only knew Old Henry, the old mapmaker from the Red Castle. His eyes blinked in the small holes of the gold mask and looked at the craftsman.
"Old Henry is here." As soon as James started to speak, the young cartographer interrupted: "Father died in the Battle of Blackwater, and his clothes were burned by fire."
James was speechless. He lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. "The kingdom thanks you for your contribution." The kingdom thanked him, and James smiled at the young cartographer duplicitously.
There followed a long silence, until the cartographer unnaturally twisted his feet and stared at his leather boots without daring to look at James any longer.
"Are you little Henry?" James asked tentatively.
Little Henry nodded.
James took a deep breath, held the map in his hand, and walked outside the house, "Follow me and help me draw a map."
Little Henry's eyes seemed to light up when he heard this, he adjusted the brim of his hat and followed James.
"Ser Jaime, Ser Jaime!" Little Henry spoke a little hastily, "Do you know where Miss Sansa has gone?"
Jaime stood up immediately. The arrest warrant for Sansa and the Hound had not yet been issued. Naturally, the people in the Red Keep did not know the importance of this topic.
"What are you asking Miss Stark for?"
"Well," little Henry scratched his face in embarrassment, "Miss Sansa always likes to follow me and watch my drawings. I..." he blushed, "I just care about her. I haven't seen her for several days."
"You like her?"
"How is that possible!" Little Henry's face suddenly turned red. It used to be that his cheeks were just a little red, but now he looked like an alcoholic who drank too much summer red. Then he lowered his head, "She is the Duke's daughter."
James frowned. It was already strange for the Hound and Miss Stark to run away together, but now there was an obsessed cartographer.
"What did Miss Stark talk to you about?"
"Nothing, just some small things like cartography, drawing maps, and asked me to borrow several maps of King's Landing. The silk painting was given to Miss Sansa."
Jaime's frown deepened, but it was hidden by the golden mask. He grabbed little Henry's hand and shouted in a slightly threatening voice: "Tell me what you know and guess about Sansa Star." Spit out everything about Ke, and be careful, the dungeon of the Red Castle is no joke!”
This is just a fucking joke! James was duplicitous again.
Little Henry's red face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at James at a loss. "Sir, me."
The gap in the Great Cathedral of Baelor seems to have been specially displayed, and it faces directly towards the seven-pointed star symbol on the dome of the church. The sunlight is refracted into dazzling seven colors, covering the people praying in the church.
The colorful light reflected on the ground, and the gap was the center of the light, as if the heart was dug out of the chest of the Seven Gods.
It's really ironic. I'm afraid the monks and nuns who make pilgrimages will stop here for a long time every week, but no one has discovered it after so many years.
James leaned on his sword and carefully explored the gap in the center.
He hunched over and got in.
The distant but familiar stench greeted him, and Jaime looked at the black lumps on the ground, direwolf droppings that he had seen in Winterfell.
He drew his sword to prevent him from facing the same fate as his father. The Lannister red robes also leaned down one by one, following closely behind Jaime.
Secret passages lead in all directions, and James directed his men to explore the passages one by one. But the passage was too long and there was no reward for a long time. James could only lead the team himself, followed by a few red robes and walked along a tunnel.
There was no danger, and James' tense nerves did not relax, but his instinct told him that the passage was safe.
The smell of blood came suddenly. James held his long sword directly in front of him and moved forward slowly on tiptoes.
Looking down, he saw the body of a boy.
Looking up along the passage, more than that, boys and girls fell to the ground one after another.
There was also a broken crossbow, and the arrow was broken near the base of the wall, next to a girl's little hand. There was a sword stuck in the girl's belly, and there were several golden robes of the city guard lying next to her. She was hit by arrows in many places, as if she had been attacked by a crossbow in a melee.
Ser Meryn Trant, clad in white robes stained with the blood of children.
He pointed his rusty beard at James, his blood was still flowing, and he lowered his eyes and grinned, "Sir Jaime, there are many more."
"A lot of what?" James was shocked by this scene and held the hilt of his sword tightly.
"Many children, Varys's little birds, are everywhere in this tunnel, and the Great Sept of Baelor is just one of them." Marlin Tran said.
"Who asked you to come?" James guessed, but just wanted to confirm.
"I thought you knew," Meryn Trant hesitantly wiped his beard, "Queen Cersei, she ordered me to catch these little birds, and it's best to behead Varys too."
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Idiot, James cursed in his heart. He looked at the desolate scenes on the ground. Corpses were lying in the dirty and damp tunnels, with young faces one after another.
"Let me compare this map," Marin Tran seemed a little carried away, he showed a map made of silk, "Sure enough, almost all the secret passages have been additionally marked, even the wildfire ones. Location, it is more appropriate to leave these things to the Queen Mother.”
Tyrion's words came to mind again, "Tywin, our father is paranoid, Cersei? This dear old sister is a complete idiot and lunatic. You must take all the secret passages in King's Landing into your own hands, so that Wildfire and King’s Landing truly belong to you.”
James looked at Merlin Tran and looked at the silk map, which matched the description of the cartographer Little Henry.
Silk map given to Sansa Stark, map of King's Landing.
How did Cersei get it? James was confused.
Without thinking for long, he stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it here."
Marlin Tran put away the map, "The Queen Mother asked me."
"I'm her brother." Jaime felt his face get hot. For the first time, he felt ashamed to be in the same family as Cersei.
"But."
The regicide's sword slashed at him. Marin had no time to block it and was hit straight in the face by the sword.
The red robes behind him and the Capital Guard soldiers following Marin Tran all stood blankly watching this scene.
James picked up the silk map, hoping his sister was a fool and didn't copy it.
The Kingslayer kicked Meryn Trant in the head and said to the Lannister guards behind him: "Cut down these golden cloaks."
A noble knight will never attack women and children.
Jaime thought of Bran Stark and felt a twinge in his heart.
Sansa lay quietly on the root of the tree. She was familiar with this feeling, as if she had been with her mother in the little gods of Winterfell.
The hounds cut the fur silently, and he caught the deer. Eliminating all interference, Sansa only regarded him as a heroic knight.
"You know what I would do if I had wildfire, Sansa?" Cersei's expression when she mentioned wildfire came to mind again.
Sansa shook her head.
"Destroy everyone who doesn't deal with me, the imps, Stannis, Attis Arryn, and those who fight against the Lannister. No one will be spared, even if the entire King's Landing is destroyed," Cersei Suddenly laughed, "Yes, I think Varys thinks so too. It would be best to wait until the people of the Vale, the Reach, and the princes and nobles enter King's Landing and the Red Keep, and then light wildfires and burn them to death." The ending.”
Sansa nodded.
Burned to death.
So she left the token of love that the cartographer had given her with Queen Cersei when she left.
What was the name of the cartographer? It seemed to be Henry. Sansa sighed slightly. She was busy trying to remember how to draw the cartography and couldn't remember anything else.
There was a rustle in the distant grass, and Sansa looked back.
The lady's golden eyes were turning quietly.
(End of chapter)