Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One James

The land outside Darry was tilled, and the burnt crops were being used for manure, and Ser Adam's scouts said the women were cutting the weeds, and a team of oxen plowed the edge of the woods, while a dozen bearded men stood guard with axes. . But when Jaime's party came to the castle, people and animals fled back to the city.The gate of Darry City was closed tightly, just like Harrenhal before.This is how my own blood relatives welcome me. "Blow the Horn," he ordered, and Ser Kenros of Ketche blew the Horlock again.James looked at the brown and crimson banners flying over his cousin's city.

Lancel quartered the lion of Lannister with the peasant of Darry—the banner, and the choice of bride, had been his uncle's idea.Since the Andals conquered the ancestors, the Darry family has ruled this land. There is no doubt that Sir Kevan believes that only by being connected with the ancient blood can his son's country be secure. Blood relationship rather than a piece of imperial edict.Kevan should have been Prime Minister to Tommen, Harris Swyfer was an idiot, and my old sister wasn't far behind. The castle gate opened slowly. "Cousin's land can't hold a thousand people," Jaime told Strong Pig. "Set up camp under the western wall. Dig a trench and pickets. Don't let it go. There's still bandits around."

"No one dares to provoke such a huge regular army unless they eat the guts of a leopard." "Hunger can make people take risks," James didn't intend to take the slightest risk until he had clarified the bandits' strength and scope of activities. "Dig the trench and place the pickets." After emphasizing it, he urged Honor to run towards the city gate. Ser Dermot ran beside him with the royal banner of the stag and lion, and Ser Hugo Vance with the white banner of the Kingsguard, whom Jaime sent to escort Willis Mander, not wanting to see Red Roland again. Le go to Maiden Springs.

Pia walked with the attendants, riding the mare Pit had found for her. "It's like a toy castle," James heard her say.She had lived at Harrenhal all her life, he thought, and that made all the other castles in the country seem small to her, save Casterly Rock, of course. Josmine Peckton also explained to her in the same way: "You can't measure it by Harrenhal's standards. Back then, Harren's ambition was too great." Pia was taught seriously, like a five-year-old girl listening to a nun's lecture of.Isn't she just a little girl?The appearance of a woman, the heart of a girl, full of fear and scars.The little party was fine with her, Jaime suspected that the young squire had never been close to a girl, and Pia was still pretty as long as she kept her mouth shut.As long as she wants, there's nothing wrong with the two of them sleeping together.

At Harrenhal, one of the Mountain's men came to rape her again, and he was quite confused when Jaime ordered Ilyn Payne to behead him. "I've fucked her, a hundred times," he protested as the soldiers pinned him to the ground. "A hundred times, my lord. We've all fucked her." Then Ser Ilyn took his head Show Pia, the girl smiling happily through her broken teeth. During the War of the Five Kings, the city of Darry changed hands many times. It was burned once and looted at least twice, but Lancel had quickly started to repair it.The gates were newly cast, freshly felled oak boards were reinforced with steel nails, a new stable had been built where the charred stables had been, and the fort's steps and some of the windows had been replaced.Although the dark stone is silently telling the fires of the past, time and rain will eventually wash away the pain.

Inside the walls, crossbowmen patrolled the battlements, some in lion helms and crimson cloaks, others in the blue and gray of House Frey.Jaime trotted across the yard, the chickens scattered for their lives at Honor's hooves, the sheep bleated, and the farmers eyed him sullenly.They were all armed, the peasants armed with sickles, clubs, sharpened hoes, etc., and even axes, and some of the rough men had red seven-pointed stars sewn into their ragged and dirty coats.Damn sparrows again, how could they gather here? Kevan did not appear, nor did Lancel, who was greeted by a maester, gray robes wrapped around his bony thighs. "My lord, Darry City is deeply honored...for your unexpected visit. Please forgive us for our lack of preparation, because we have heard that you are going to Riverrun."

"I just stopped by to have a look." James lied.I don't want to go to Riverrun.If the castle fell before he got there, he wouldn't have to be blamed for sworn against the Tullys.He got off his horse and handed the mount to the stable boy. "Where is my uncle?" No need to name, Ser Kevan was his only remaining uncle, the only remaining son of Tytos Lannister. "He is not here, my lord. Ser Kevan left after the wedding." The maester tugged at the chain as if it were too tight. "Lord Lancel is delighted to meet you...and your valiant knights, but there is one thing I am ashamed to say: Darry City cannot support so many soldiers."

"We bring our own rations. What's your name?" "Scholar Otomo, I am at your service, my lord. Madam Aruili wanted to come out to greet you in person, but she was too busy arranging a reception for you, so she couldn't get away. She hopes that you and the knight captains under your command can be together tonight." Enjoy the feast." "Just a hot meal - it's damp and cold outside - don't bother." James scanned the courtyard, looking at the bearded faces of the sparrows.There were too many of them, and too many Freys. ...Stubborn stone, what? "

"We had reports of bandits on the other side of the Trident, and Ser Harwin set out to hunt them down, with five knights and twenty archers." "Where is Lord Lancel?" "My lord is praying, and he must not be disturbed while he is praying." He and Sir Bonnifer were a real couple. "Very good," there will be plenty of time to question my cousin later, "Take me to the room, I want to take a shower." "If you don't mind, please live in Farmer's Castle. I'll lead the way." "I know the way." James is no stranger to this castle. He and Cersei stayed here twice. At first, they visited Winterfell with Robert, and a big event happened here again on the return trip.It was a small town, but it was more comfortable than a hotel, and the river was a good place to hunt—that was what Robert Baratheon liked most.

Nothing has changed in Farmer's Castle. "The walls are still so empty," he remarked as the maester led him through the corridor. "Lord Lancel said that religious paintings will be hung in the future," Oren Mo said, "to help self-cultivation and piety." Culture and piety.It was hard for him to hold back his laughter.The walls had been blank on previous visits, too, but Tyrion pointed out that there were traces of tapestry hanging on the black ashlar.Sir Raymond removed the decorations, but he could not erase the clues. The imp even bought a servant with a silver stag to get the key to the cellar where the tapestry was kept.Grinning by candlelight, he pointed out to Jaime that they were group portraits of Targaryen kings, from Aegon the Conqueror to Aerys the Mad King. "If I tell Robert, maybe he'll make me Lord Darry," the dwarf grinned.

Maester Otomo took Jaime to the top floor. "May you be well, my lord. There is a toilet in the house, the windows look out on the godswood, and the lady's room is next door to the bedroom, with the servants' cottage in between." "This is the residence of the Earl of Darry City." "Yes, my lord." "My cousin is really kind, but I can't take away the role." "Lord Lancel has always slept in the sept." The wife lives next door, but she wants to sleep next to the Virgin and the maiden?James didn't know whether to cry or laugh.Maybe he was praying that his job would be tough?According to legend in King's Landing, Lancel's injury caused him to lose his ability as a man.Even so, he should try to "recover his glory".It should be noted that the cousin's new title will not be consolidated unless he and his wife who is of Dai Rui blood have a child.James regretted the impulse to come here.He thanked Otomo, and asked him to prepare the bath water, and send Pai to help. The lord's bedroom had improved a great deal—for the worse.The exquisite Myrish rugs were taken away and replaced with old and rotten straw mats, and the furniture was also changed into simple products.Ser Raymond Darry's bed was big enough for six, with drapes of drab velvet and oak bedposts carved into vine leaves; people wake up.Even if the original bed was burned, smashed or stolen, it would be too... When the tub came, little Lou took off James' boots and his golden hands, while Pie and Garrett carried the water, and Pia brought him refreshments.The girl smiled shyly as he took off his coat, and James peered uncomfortably at the curves of her breasts and hips through her drab brown dress.He thought of what Qyburn had said that night at Harrenhal when he had sent her to serve him.I've slept with many men since, Pia whispered softly, and each time I close my eyes and pretend it's you. Thankfully the tub was deep enough and the bath water hid the erection.He buried his head in the heat, thinking of another bath, the one with Brienne.At that time, he was weak due to blood loss and had a high fever. In his confusion, he spoke his heart that he had never said before.The same mistake cannot be made again today.Remember your vows.Pia is more for Tyrion than you. "Go get me soap and a brush," he told Pie, "Pia, go down and rest first." "Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord." She covered her mouth with her hands as she spoke, so as not to show her broken teeth. "You want to fuck her?" James asked Pie after Pia left. The squire's face was as red as a beetroot. "If she takes the initiative, you can accept it. After all, she can teach you a lot, and you can use it on your wedding night in the future. And this should not leave illegitimate children." Open thighs, not pregnant, it seems to be infertile. "But remember, be gentle with her." "Gentle, my lord? How...how should I...?" "Say something sweet and be gentle. You won't marry her, but sleep with her as your bride." The teenager nodded. "My lord, I... Where should I go to talk to her? There is no place... There is no place..." "...Alone?" James grinned. "Dinner will be long. The straw bed is a bit thorny, so let's make it." Little Pai's eyes were as wide as eggs, "On your bed, my lord..." "Pia is a sensible child, and you will feel like an 'adult' later." This poor straw bed should be put to good use. When dinner was ready, Jaime Lannister put on a red velvet coat trimmed with gold thread and a gold necklace with black diamonds, and tied his polished gold hands.He didn't want to put on pure white, because his destination was Riverrun, and a dark future awaited him. Darry's living room was plain, with trestle tables piled against the walls, and the beams were blackened.James sat down on the dais to the right of Lancel's seat, but Lancel didn't come. "Isn't my cousin coming to eat?" He asked when he took his seat. "My husband is on a hunger strike," Lancel's wife, Ariel, replied. "He is very sorry for the poor former archbishop." Stocky, but with that wrinkled, chinless face that reminded James of his cousin, Ser Cleo, whom he had no regrets about, he always looked like a weasel. Hunger strike?He was more demented than I expected.In his right mind, Lancel should have been busy giving birth to the weasel with the widow instead of starving himself to death.I don't know how Ser Kevan thinks of his son's recent fanaticism, could it be that this is the reason for his hasty departure? Pea and bacon soup is served first, and Lady Arielle tells Jaime that her ex-husband was killed by Gregor Clegane while the Freys were fighting for Robb Stark. "I begged him to stay out of battle, but my Pate was very, very, very heroic, and he swore he would be the one to bring peace. He was hungry for fame." Aren't we all the same? "When I was a squire, I used to say to myself that I would be the one to get rid of the smiling knight." "Smiling Knight?" She didn't understand, "Who is he?" He was the Mountain of my life, half the size of Gregor and twice the madness. "A bandit who has been dead for a long time. Madam, don't worry." Ariel's lips trembled at the words, and tears rolled down her brown eyes. "Please forgive my daughter's gaffe," an elderly woman said.Ariel brought a dozen Freys with her when she got married, including a sister, an immediate uncle, a collateral uncle, many cousins...and her own mother, a native Darry. "She's still mourning her father." "The bandits murdered him!" sobbed Madam Arielle. "Papa just went to ransom Petyr Pimpleface, and he took the gold they asked for, and they hung him up." "Hanged, Ali, your father was not a tapestry." Lady Maria turned to James. "You know him, don't you, ser?" "We were squires at Crake Hall together," he said, not wanting to boast that we were friends, but in fact, when Jaime got there, Merry Frey was the castle's little bully, and all the kids were bullied by him .Then he dared to bully me..."He...he's strong." That was the only compliment that could be given.Merry was dull and clumsy and stupid, but he was strong. "Side by shoulder you swept up the Brotherhood of the Kingswood," Madam Ariel sniffled. "Daddy likes to tell me stories from that time." Dad is a big braggart. "Yes." Foyle's chief contribution was to catch the rash from the camp prostitute, and then to teach "White Hart" prisoners.The Bandit Queen branded her mark on his ass before letting Sumner Crakeher redeem him.For half a month, Merry couldn't sit down, but the red iron brand was not as hurtful as the shit that his peers forced him to eat.The young man, a monster who must take revenge.So he held the goblet in his golden hand, and held it up high. "For Merry," James said, drinking was always easier than gossip. After the toast, Madam Aruili stopped crying and the conversation turned to the four-legged wolf.Danwell.Ser Frey said not even his grandfather had seen so many wolves in all his life. "They are not afraid of people. On the way south from Twin River City, wild wolves attacked the convoy in groups and did not retreat until the archers shot and killed more than a dozen of them." Ser Adam Marbrand admitted that his scouts had encountered similar troubles on their way north from King's Landing. James lost interest and focused on the food in front of him early on.With his left hand he tore open loaves of bread, and with his right he reached for a wine glass.He watched Adam Marbrand flirt with the girls beside him; watched Sir Stevron Swyfer reenact the Battle of King's Landing with bread, nuts and turnips; watched Sir Kenros pull a maid to his knees, Let her blow his horn; watch Sir Dermot brag to his squires about his heroism in the rainforest; across the table, Hugo Vance closes his eyes.Is he in a daze, James thought, or is he dozing off?He turned to Lady Maria. "The one who killed your husband...is Lord Bailey's gang?" "That's what I thought at first," said Mrs. Maria, who has grown up, but is still beautiful. "The murderers fled in all directions after committing crimes in the deserted stone city. Earl Valpin tracked a group of them to the beauty market, but lost them there." trail; Black Wald led the hounds and hunters deep into the Witch's Marshes, where the farmers at first denied seeing the bandits, but interrogation yielded results. They claimed to have seen a one-eyed man, a big man in a yellow robe... and a The woman in the hood." "Women?" He thought that Bailu Wenda had taught Meili a good lesson—stay away from all female bandits. "There's a woman in the Brotherhood of the Kingswood too." "I know her." How could I not know, her implication was very obvious, she left a mark on my husband's ass. "White Deer is said to be young and beautiful, but this woman is different. Farmers say her face is completely mutilated and her eyes are horrible. They claim that she is the leader of the bandits." "Boss?" Unbelievable. "Berry Dondarrion and the red monk..." "...No one has seen it," said Mrs. Maria affirmatively. "Dondarrion is dead," said Strong Pig. "The Mountain pierced his eye with a dagger. Someone saw it." "It's only a theory," objected Adam Marbrand. "Some people think that Lord Beric is unkillable." "Ser Harwin thinks the rumours aren't credible," said Lady Ariel, fingering her braids. "He promised me Lord Beric's head. He's a hero." Through her tears, she blushed. Jaime thought of the head he had dedicated to Pia, and his brother's jeers echoed in his ears.Why not give flowers to women?Tyrion would say so.To tell the truth, when he was asked to comment on Ser Harwin Plumm, the word "hero" had nothing to do with it.The Plumm brothers were tall, fat, red-faced, thick-necked, energetic, rowdy, laughing, irritable, and reconcilable; Harwin was very different, hard-eyed, taciturn, and unforgiving... though Warhammer makes it very well.He is a master, but can not win love.But the woman was thinking... James glanced at Madam Arielle, but said nothing. Servants brought up fish, pike from the river, cooked with crushed nuts and herbs.Lancel's wife tasted it first, praised it greatly, and ordered the servant to give the best part to James.Taking advantage of the opportunity when the servants laid the fish in front of him, Lady Arielle stepped over her husband's seat and laid her hand on Jaime's golden hand. "You will kill Lord Beric, Ser Jaime, as you killed the smiling knight. Please, my lord, I beg you, stay and help us deal with Lord Beric and the Hound." Her pale fingers wrapped around the on his golden finger. Do you think I can feel the touch of your fingertips? "The smiling knight was killed by the Sword of Dawn, my lady, that is, Sir Arthur Dayne. He is a much better knight than me." James withdrew his golden hand and turned to Lady Maria, "Black Walder has been chasing to where?" "His dog chased the scent of the woman and her men north of Witch's Bog," said the old woman. "He swore it was only half a day's journey at most, but the party disappeared in the Neck." "Let them rot there," cried Ser Kenroth cheerily. "Gods have mercy, teach them to be eaten by quicksand or by lizards." "Boiled for frog eaters," Ser Danwell Frey declared. "The marshes take no brigands." "The marshmen don't," said Lady Maria, "but many lords of the riverlands do, and they all help Lord Beric secretly." "The common people are in league," her daughter began to sniff again. "Ser Harwin says they not only harbor brigands, feed them, but lie to keep them from going. Can you imagine? They tell their lords lie!" "Pull out their tongues," Strong Pig suggested. "Yeah, so they can tell the truth," James sneered. "Listen, you need people to win hearts and minds. That's what Arthur Dayne did when he was dealing with the Brotherhood of the Kingswood." He distributed the army rations to the common people, complained to King Aerys on behalf of the people, expanded the range of pastures belonging to the villages, and even won the right for the common people to cut down a certain number of trees every year and hunt several king's deer in autumn. Forest The residents here once regarded Toin as a patron saint, and now Sir Arthur has done much more for them than the Brotherhood can do, and in the end they turned to the government one after another, and the work of countering the rebellion went much smoother." "The captain is right," said Mrs. Maria. "If the common people don't love Lancel as much as they love my father and grandfather, the territory will not be peaceful after all." James looked over at his cousin's empty seat.Lancel won no one's love by prayer alone. Lady Ariel pursed her lips. "Sir Jaime, I beg you, don't abandon us. My lord needs you, and so do I. In these horrible times, sometimes I'm too scared to sleep at night." "I must defend the king, madam." "Let me do it," suggested Strong Pig. "Riverrun isn't enough for me. Besides, Beric Dondarrion was no match for me, and he wore a lovely cloak at the tourney, but he was thin and lacking in stature. experience." "That was before he died," said young Ser Arwood Frey. "Death changed him, the people say. You can kill him, but he won't die. How can you be with immortality?" How about a man? And the Hound, who killed twenty men in Saltpans." Zhuang Zhu laughed loudly: "Twenty shopkeepers who are too fat to walk, twenty breasts who are so scared that they piss their pants, and twenty beggars with begging bowls. It can't be twenty armored knights, It won't be me." "Saltpans is the domain of a certain knight," Sir Arwood insisted. "When Clegane and his gang of mad dogs sacked the town, the knight himself hid in the city and dared not come out. You have not seen the tragedy at that time, Ser, as soon as the report reached the Twins, Harris Hay, his brother Donnel, and fifty soldiers and archers and I went south to kill it. We thought Lord Beric did it, and we planned to capture him. When I came to Saltpans, I found that there was nothing in the town except the castle. Old Sir Quincy was so frightened that he didn't even open the gate for us, and only talked on the battlements. There were bones and ashes everywhere, the whole town Gone, the Hound burned down all the buildings, killed all the people, and left laughing. Especially the women...you can't believe what he did to the women. At the dinner table, I don't want to say, was watching I throw up." "When I heard this, I cried," Mrs. Ariel confided. Jaime took a sip of his drink. "Are you sure it's the Hound?" They said more like Gregor than Sandor, who was not the real monster in Clegane's house, though he was brutal. "There were witnesses," said Sir Arwood, "his helmet was easily recognizable and impressive. The few who survived the teenage girls he raped, a few boys in hiding, charred beams The crushed woman, and the fishermen watching the massacre from a fishing boat in the distance..." "A massacre? It's not a massacre," said Mrs. Maria softly. "To call it a massacre is an insult to a butcher. The tragedy in Saltpans was done by beasts in human skin." This is the time of the Beast, madam, thought Jaime. An age of lions and wolves and mad dogs, of ravens and scavengers. "It's full of evil," the strong pig filled his wine glass, "Lady Maria, Lady Ariel, if you don't mind, come back and catch the hounds after I take down Riverrun. I'm not afraid of dogs, and I will do my best to kill them for you." killed him." Hard to say.They were both strong and powerful, but Sandor Clegane was faster and fought more savagely than Lile Crane. Madam Ariel's emotion was beyond words, "You are a true knight, Sir Lile, you lend a helping hand to women in distress." At least she didn't call herself a "virgin."James went to reach for the glass, but knocked it over, and the drink was served on the linen tablecloth, the red stain spread so quickly that his companions pretended not to see it.This was just politeness at the table of nobles, he comforted himself, knowing that everyone was pitying him.So James stood up roughly, "Ma'am, please forgive me." Mrs. Aruili was at a loss, "Are you leaving now? The venison dinner is not served, and the capon stuffed with leeks and mushrooms." "They're all delicious, no doubt, but I can't eat more. I'm off to meet my cousin." James bowed and hurried away from the feast. More people dined in the courtyard.Fat sausages sizzled over the fire as the sparrows built a dozen bonfires to ward off the evening chill.There are about a hundred of them.They were all useless mouths, and James didn't know how many sausages his cousin had put out, and what he was going to do when they were gone.Unless there is an immediate harvest, the castle has nothing but rats to eat in winter.In late autumn, it is not easy to get a good harvest. The sanctuary was built in the inner courtyard of the castle, with stucco on a wooden frame, seven walls, no windows, carved wooden doors and tiled roofs.Three sparrows were sitting on the steps, standing up when James approached. "Where do you want to go, my lord?" asked the smallest of the three, the one with the most beard. "Go in." "My lord is praying inside." "My lord is my cousin." "Yes, my lord," said the other sparrow, a bald, muscular man with a seven-pointed star above one eye, "but you must not disturb your cousin's prayers." "Lancel is praying to the Heavenly Father for guidance," said the third sparrow, who was beardless.James thought it was a boy at first, but it was a woman's voice. The man was wearing shapeless rags and rusty mail coat. "He is praying for the souls of the late archbishop and all the dead people." "They won't be alive tomorrow," James told her, "and the Father has more time than I do. Do you know who I am?" "That's all the lord," said the big man with stars painted on his eyes. "It's just a cripple." said the little man with a bushy beard. "You are kingslayers," the woman declared, "but we are not kings, we are only members of the Poor People's Assembly—Listen, you can't go in without your lord's permission." She took out her spiked club, and the little man held Pick up the axe. The door behind them opened suddenly. "Let my cousin in, my friends," Lancel said softly. "I'm waiting for him." The sparrows stood up immediately. Lancel was even thinner than in King's Landing.Barefoot and in a rough coat of undyed wool, he looked more like a beggar than a lord.His hair had been shaved clean except in the middle of the top door, and his beard had grown back. To call it peach hair would be an insult to peach, but even though it came up to the ears, it was gray in color. "Cousin," James said after the door closed, "dammit, are you out of your mind?" "I found faith." "Where is your father?" "Let's go, we had a quarrel." Lancel knelt before the altar of the Father. "Will you pray with me, James?" "If I pray hard, will Heavenly Father give me back my hand?" "No. But the warrior will give you courage, the blacksmith will give you strength, and the crone will give you wisdom." "I only want a right hand." The Seven Gods stood tall on the finely carved altar, and the dark wooden carvings flickered in the candlelight.There is a faint scent of incense in the air. "You sleep here?" "Every night, I lay my bed in front of a different altar, and the Seven Gods bring me different visions." Baylor, who is blessed by God, claims to be able to see what vision.Especially when on a hunger strike. "How long have you not eaten?" "Faith provides what I need." "Well, faith is like porridge, with milk and honey added." "I dreamed that you would come. In the dream, you knew what I had done and my sins. So you killed me." "If you go on a hunger strike like this, you will starve yourself to death sooner or later, and you don't need others to do it. Don't you know that this is how Baylor, who was blessed by God, went into the coffin?" "The "Seven Stars Bible" has a saying: The candle in the wind of the life of a mortal is also extinguished by a gentle breeze. In this world, death is not far away from us, and the seven hells are waiting for sinners who have not repented. Pray with me , James." "If I do, can you promise me a bowl of barley porridge?" Seeing that the old cousin didn't answer, James sighed. "You should sleep with your wife, not with a maiden. To keep this castle safe and sound, you must have children of Darry's blood." "It's just a pile of cold stones here. I didn't want it. I just want to..." Lancel trembled, "Forgive the Seven Gods, I just want to be you." James couldn't help laughing, "That's a good thing, I'm more normal than Baylor who is blessed by God. Listen to me, Darry City needs a real lion, old cousin, and your little Frey wife needs it too." You know? When you mention the rock, she gets restless between her legs. Even if she hasn't slept with him yet, it's just around the corner." "If she really likes him, I wish them the best of love." "Lions don't tolerate concubines. After all, you married the girl." "I said a few empty words and gave her a red cloak just to please my father. An unconsummated marriage is not a true marriage. King Baelor was married to his sister Diana, but they were not husband and wife , and when he becomes queen, the engagement will be annulled immediately." "If he closes his eyes and fucks her hard, there will be less chaos and contention in the country, thank you, I read this chapter in the history books. Listen, no matter what you do, the people will not treat you as a victim God blessed Baelor reincarnated." "No," admitted Lancel, "he is a noble soul unborn, pure, brave, and innocent, untainted by the evils of the world. I am only a sinner, and this life cannot pay." James put his hand on his cousin's shoulder. "What are you when it comes to crime, old cousin? I killed my own king." "A warrior uses a sword, a coward uses wine, and we are all kingslayers, ser." "Robert is just a usurper. Some even think stags are natural prey for lions." Jaime felt his cousin's protruding bones through his skin... and something else... Lancel wore penance steel. Wool shirt. "What did you do to deserve such atonement? Tell me." The cousin lowered his head, tears rolling down his cheeks. Tears gave James all the answers. "You killed the king," he said, "and slept the queen." "I don't……" "...didn't sleep with my dear old sister." Say it, admit it! "Didn't sprinkle the seed on... on her..." "...physically?" James suggested. "...in the womb," Lancel finished. "It's not treason if you don't sprinkle it in. After the king died, I comforted her. You were a prisoner, your father went out to fight, and your brother...she was afraid of your brother, and for good reason. Your brother forced I betrayed her." "Really?" Lancel, Osmond Kettleblack, who else?Who else?And Moon Boy? "Did you use force on her?" "No! Absolutely not! I love her, I just want to protect her." I just want to be you.His phantom fingers began to twitch again.The day my sister came to the White Sword Tower and begged him to give up her vows, after being rejected, she laughed and said that she had lied to him hundreds of times.Jaime thought it was just Cersei being hard-spoken after he hurt her.It seemed that was the only truth she had ever told me in her life. "You must not be dissatisfied with the current Queen Mother," Lancel begged. "The flesh is weak, James, and the sin between us did not hurt after all. No...no illegitimate children." "Yeah, bastards don't grow out of the belly." He didn't know if he would tell his sins to his cousin, or if he would name the three Cersei named Joffrey, Tommen, and Myrcella. What would Lancel say if the truth about the traitorous traitors of his country was told. "After the battle, I was very angry with His Majesty, but His Excellency the Archbishop asked me to forgive her." "You ended up confessing everything to him, didn't you?" "He prayed for me when I was hurting. He was a good guy." That is why he died, and I heard the knell with my own ears in King's Landing.James wondered if his cousin had any idea of ​​the consequences of his words. "Lancel, you're so fucking stupid." "You are right," Lancel said, "but the foolish me is dead, sir. I begged my Father to show me a way, and he answered my appeal. I am about to give up my title and my wife Room, you said that the stone wants to take over all of this, I welcome it. Tomorrow I will return to King’s Landing and swear to serve the new Archbishop and the Order of the Seven Gods, and I plan to swear to join the Sons of Warriors.” This child is really crazy, "The son of a warrior was deposed three hundred years ago." "The new Archbishop has restored it, and he is calling upon all righteous knights throughout the country to defend the Seven Gods with their lives and swords. The Poor People's Assembly has also been restored accordingly." "The Iron Throne actually allowed this to happen?" It took a certain monarch in the early Targaryen dynasty several years to suppress the armed forces of these two churches. James remembered this, but he couldn't remember that it was Which king.Maegor?Jaehaerys I?Tyrion must have known. "The archbishop's letter says that King Tommen has abolished the previous law. If you want to read it, I can give you the letter." "Even if this is true...don't forget your identity. You are the lion of Casterly Rock, and you are a famous prince in the country. You have a wife, a castle, land and people who need your protection. If the gods Mercy, you can continue your bloodline in the future. Why do you give up all your glory, just for... for a few vows?" "Then why are you?" Lancel asked softly. For honor, James would say, for glory.However, this is not the whole truth. Honor and glory are beautiful, but they are not as good as Cersei.He couldn't help laughing. "Do you want to see the archbishop, or my dear old sister? Pray, cousin, pray hard." “你会跟我一起祈祷吗，詹姆？” 他扫视圣堂，望向渚神。圣母脸上写满慈悲，天父公正而严肃，战士一手握着宝剑，陌客躲在阴影里，非人的面孔隐藏在兜帽底下。若干年以来，我认为自己是战士，瑟曦是少女，没想到她却是陌客，永远隐藏着真面目。“如果你愿意，替我祈祷吧，”他告诉表弟，“我已经记不得祷词了。” 当詹姆出门，踱进夜色中时，麻雀们还坐在台阶上。“谢谢，”他对他们说，“我从来没有感觉自己如此虔诚。” 他拿来两把钝剑，找到伊林爵士。 城堡庭院中到处是人，于是他们来到戴瑞的神木林。这里没有麻雀，只有光秃秃沉默的树，黑色的枝条向天空中伸展，枯死的叶子铺了一地。 “看见那扇窗户了吗，爵士？”詹姆举剑指去，“那是雷蒙·戴瑞爵士的卧房。我们从临冬城返回时，劳勃国王就睡在里面，你不记得吗？当初奈德·史塔克的女儿放狼去咬小乔。我姐姐想要那小女孩一只手，这是前朝惯例，对王族动手者，处斩手之刑。劳勃认为她既残酷又疯狂，他们争斗了半夜……好吧，瑟曦动手，劳勃喝酒。午夜过后，王后召我觐见，国王已在密尔地毯上打起了呼噜。我问姐姐要不要把他抱回床上，她告诉我把她抱上床，然后脱去睡袍。于是我越过劳勃的身体，就在他的寝室和姐姐做爱——如果国王当时醒转，我会毫不犹豫地宰了他。他不是第一个死在我手下的国王了……你都知道的，不是吗？”他反手一剑，将树枝劈为两半。“我操她的时候，瑟曦说'我要'。我以为她指的是我，结果却是要废掉那史塔克女孩，不杀也弄个残废。”好好想一想，我为爱情做了些什么。“于是我星夜点兵出发。史塔克的人先找到女孩，算他们走运，如果教我抓住……” 伊林爵士脸上的麻子在火光映照下犹如一个个无底黑洞，犹如詹姆的灵魂。他又发出那种粗嘎的声音。 他在嘲笑我，詹姆兰尼斯特心想。“你也干过我老姐吗，麻脸杂种！？”他吐口唾沫，“放马过来吧，把鸟嘴闭上，来杀我啊！”