Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-Nine James

Ser Brynden Tully fastened his cloak with a black fish wrought in gold and obsidian. His mail was dull gray, and his gauntlets, throat, greaves, shoulders, and knees were of black iron, but All these together are not as black as his face.He was waiting for Jaime Lannister at the end of the drawbridge, a sorrel warhorse dressed in red and blue on his lap. He hates me.Tully's face was sharp and angular, under a mat of tangled straight gray hair, the weather-beaten face was chiseled into deep lines, but the charm was still there, and James couldn't forget it. He couldn't forget the nine-year-old The tale of the Copper King captivated the great knight with his young squire.The horseshoes of honor trampled on the planks of the suspension bridge uneasily, making a rattling sound. James thought hard, hesitating whether to wear a golden armor or a white robe when negotiating, and finally he chose a leather jacket and a crimson cloak.

He reined in a yard in front of Ser Bryndon and nodded to the old man. "Kingslayer," said Tully. He and James talked about everything, but this was the first time the word had been uttered, and James fought back the emotion. "Blackfish," James responded, "thank you for agreeing to my request for negotiation." "The reason why I came here is that you want to fulfill your promise to my niece," Heiyu said, "If I remember correctly, you promised Caitlin to exchange her two daughters for freedom." He clenched his mouth tightly , "Where are the people? Where are the two girls?"

Are you forcing me to speak out? "I didn't find them." "What a pity. So you're back as a prisoner? We still have your cell, and we've replaced it with straw." Did you even change the manure bucket? "Thank you for your concern, Sir, but I must decline this invitation. It is much more comfortable to live in my own tent." "And Kaitlyn went to the grave comfortably." I had nothing to do with Lady Catelyn's death, Jaime wanted to say, and her daughter was gone long before I got back to King's Landing.He almost sent Brienne and told her about the sword, but the black fish looked like Ed Stark when he killed the mad king and sat on the Iron Throne with the bloody long sword Look at his eyes exactly the same. "I'm here to negotiate for the living, not the dead. I'm here to save the living, but..."

"...But the premise is that I hand over the city of Riverrun to you. Edmure is the bargaining chip?" Under the thick eyebrows, Heiyu's eyes were as hard as stone. "No matter what I do, my nephew is going to die, so please hang him quickly. I guess Edmure is tired of standing at the gallows endlessly, as I am tired of looking at him." That's Ryman Frey's stupidity.This botch of Edmure and the gallows only made the Blackfish more stubborn. "You have Mrs. Sybell Westerling and her three children in your hands. I would exchange your nephew for them." "Really? Like you would trade Lady Catelyn's daughter for freedom?"

Calm down, James told himself. "An old woman and three children in exchange for your lord, you can never get such conditions from others." Sir Brynden forced a smile, "You look down on the world! Kingslayer, let me tell you, negotiating terms with a man who breaks his oath is like building a house on quicksand. Kate shouldn't trust you at all." It was Tyrion she trusted, Jaime wanted to say, and it turned out the imp was trying to trick her. "I promised Lady Catelyn under the threat of a sword." "As you swore to Aerys?" Phantom's fingers began to twitch. "This has nothing to do with Aerys. Would you like to exchange members of House Westerling for Edmure?"

"No. My king has entrusted his queen to me, and I swear to keep her safe and never deliver her to Frey's noose." "The girl is pardoned, and no one will harm her. I assure you on my honor." "You promise me your honor?" Ser Brynden raised an eyebrow. "Do you know what honor is?" Honor is the horse I ride. "If you don't believe me, I can swear in public." "Forgive me, Kingslayer." "I will spare you. As long as you lower the rebel flag and open the city gate, I will spare the lives of all the young and old in the city. Those who are willing to stay in Riverrun to serve Lord Ammon can stay. After the others hand over their weapons and armor Leave on your own."

"Hand over your arms? I doubt very much how far they can go before they are slaughtered by 'bandits'. Enough, you and I both know that you will not allow them to join Lord Beric. As for me? Do you have to Bound me to parade in King's Landing, and kill me like Jaided Stark?" "I allow you to wear black, and you can serve under the command of Eddard Stark's bastard son." Heiyu narrowed his eyes, "Him? Was he also arranged by your father? Remember that Catelyn never trusted that kid, just like she didn't trust Theon Greyjoy. Her doubts were always justified. No, ser , thank you, if I have to die, I would rather die warmly, with a bright red long sword stained with lion's blood in my hand."

"Tully's blood is just as red," James reminded him. "If you don't surrender, I'll have to attack the city by force, and hundreds of people in the city will not be spared." "I die hundreds of people, you die thousands of people." "Eventually your troops will be slaughtered." "Hmph, did you review "The Rains of Castamere" before the negotiation, so that you could sing it to me line by line? Kingslayer, my people would rather die by the sword than kneel before the executioner, and let them its slaughter." Not good. "Don't be angry, ser. The war is over, and your Young Wolf Lord is dead."

"Passed away? He was murdered by a man with no conscience, and damned to you people who flouted the sacred law of guests." "Frey did it, not me." "You can say what you want, it stinks of Tywin Lannister anyway." James couldn't deny it, "My father died too." "May the Father judge him justly." It looked like he was determined to raise the bar. "In the Whispering Wood, I wanted to kill Robb Stark with my own hands. If I had been taught to hit him, I would have done it-but there were some fools in the way. To be honest, how the boy died So important? The situation is in front of us, his bones are cold, and his kingdom will die with it."

"It seems you are not only crippled but also blind, ser. Look up, the direwolf banner is flying high above the city." "I saw it. It seemed lonely. Why not? Harrenhal, Seagarden, and Maidenpool changed hands, House Bracken bowed their knees, and sent troops to lay siege to Tytos Blackwood's Raventree. Pai Bo, Vance, Morton...all the vassals of the Tully family have turned their backs, only this city of Riverrun is still fighting, and the army under the city is at least twenty times that of the city." "Twenty times as many troops require twenty times as much food. How long will your men last, my lord?"

"Persist until the end of the world, until you all starve to death within the city walls." He lied without hesitation, hoping that his expression would not betray him. Heiyu snorted, "That's your end, we have enough supplies, it's a pity that we didn't leave any gifts for the guests." "I'll bring supplies from the Twins," said Jaime, "and, if the situation demands, from the West over the Hills." "Of course, I am not qualified to question a good knight who values ​​honor." His contempt finally overwhelmed James, "I have a way to settle disputes quickly, so that no one is killed. One-on-one duel, my proxy knight will fight you or your proxy knight." "I've been wondering just now when you're going to say that," Sir Brynden chuckled. "Who will you send? Strong pig? Adam Marbrand? Black Walder Frey?" He leaned forward. Forward, "Why not just you and me, ser?" It was a fight in old days, James thought, one worthy of a singer's music. "When Lady Catelyn released me, she made me swear that I would never again take up arms against the Starks or the Tullys." "So, you kept the most convenient oath, ser." James' face sank, "Do you imply that I'm a coward?" "No, I said you're a cripple," Blackfish nodded towards James' golden hand, "You and I both know that thing doesn't work." "I have two hands," Do you want to die for pride?A voice in his mind said, "To the audience, isn't the cripple and the old man a couple? Release me from my vows to Lady Catelyn, and I will gladly fight you. If I win, Riverrun surrenders at once." "If you kill me, our army will stop fighting." Ser Brynden laughed again. "Though I would gladly take down your golden sword and dig out your black heart, but what's the use? Your guarantee is worthless. Your death will only relieve my heart." Hatred is of no use, so I will not take any chances . . . the smallest risk is not worth it." Fortunately, James had no weapons in his hands, otherwise he would have done it - and the result was obvious, either by Ser Brynden, or by the hands of the archers on the top of the city. "What about your conditions?" He asked Heiyu. "To you?" Ser Brynden shrugged. "I won't make terms with you." "Then why are you here to negotiate?" "The siege is boring as hell. I've come to admire your severed limbs and hear how you're going to cover up your new round of infamy. Unfortunately, your performance failed. Kingslayer, you always disappoint me. "Heiyu turned his horse's head and ran towards Riverrun.The iron gate came down with a bang, and the spikes at the bottom of the gate pierced deeply into the mud. Jaime also turned the horse of honor, and rode the long distance back to the Lannister army's blockade.He felt the eyes of all: the Tullys on the city, and Frey across the river.Unless you are blind, everyone will understand that I have been sternly rejected.Can only attack by force.The Kingslayer has to break his oath again, doesn't he?Anyway, it's just another pile of shit on the shit pile.Jaime decided to be the first to climb the wall, and because of the Golden Hand, I'll be the first to fall. Back at the camp, the little Lu led the horse for him, and Xiao Pai came to help him.Damn, do you think I'm so crippled that I can't even get off a horse? "How, my lord?" Cousin Davon asked jokingly. "Very good, no one shoots arrows, I am more popular than Sir Lyman." He grinned, "What the other party means is to make the red river even redder." It's all your fault, Brynden, you let I have no choice. "Call a council of war, call Ser Adam, Strong Pig, and Fowler Prest, call the Lords of the Three Rivers... and our Frey friends. Ser Ryman, Lord Ammon, whoever they will bring. " They came quickly.Lord Piper and the two Lord Vances were elected as representatives by the traitors of the Three Rivers lords, and the Westlanders were present, including Ser Daven, Strong Pig, Adam Marbrand and Fowler Prester, and Emmon Frey The earl and his wife followed the Westlander, and Aunt Gina took the stool with a stare. No one questioned her, and no one dared to argue with her.The Freys had sent Walder Rivers—"Walder the Bastard"—and Ser Ryman's eldest son, Edwin, pale and slender, with a narrow nose and straight black hair, wearing a blue lamb's wool cloak. Gray jacket in fine calfskin embellished with intricate swirls. "I speak on behalf of the Freys," he announced. "My father was unwell this morning." Ser Davon snorted, "Did he drink too much in the morning, or did he not sober up at night?" Edwin pursed his lips like a rich man. "Master James," he called, "will you allow me to be treated so freely?" "Really?" James asked him. "Is your father really drunk?" Frey dared not speak, but glanced at Ser Ilyn Payne, who stood by the tent door in rusty mail mail, the hilt of his longsword protruding from his bony shoulder. "I...my father has a bad stomach, my lord, red wine helps digestion." "He's downed enough red wine to digest a mammoth!" said Ser Davon.Strong Pig laughed, and Aunt Gina couldn't help laughing too. "Okay," Jaime said. "Let's talk about the castle." Father always let the generals speak first when he presided over the war councils, and he decided to follow suit. "Tell me, what should I do?" "Hang Edmure Tully first," suggested Lord Edmund Frey, "as a lesson to Ser Brynden, the best lesson. We will scare him by sending his nephew's head." Heartbroken, Kaesong surrenders." "Brynden the Blackfish is not that scary," said Karel Vance, Earl of Travelers' Rest, worriedly, with a wine-red birthmark across half of his neck and one cheek, "his own brother never persuaded him to marry him in his life. " Davon shook his head with messy hair, "As I have always said, we have to attack the city. Towers, ladders, rams... let's do it now." "I'll take the lead," Big Pig volunteered, "and give the trout a taste of steel and fire." "That's my wall!" Lord Ammon protested. "That's my gate!" He pulled the warrant from his sleeve again. "King Tommen—" "Everyone has seen this piece of paper, Uncle," Edwin Frey interrupted, "do you think that if you wave it in front of Heiyu, he will respect your property?" "Siege is too expensive," Adam Marbrand suggested. "It's better to wait for a month of dark and windy nights, and send a dozen good men to cross the river in a boat, covering the oars so that they don't make noise. Climb the walls with hooks and ropes, and open the gates from within. If you agree, I will lead the party myself." "Stupid!" cried Walder River the Bastard. "If this trick works, he's not a Blackfish." "The blackfish is tricky," agreed Edwin Frey, "but he's easily recognizable by the black trout on top of his helmet, and I suggest we pretend to attack the city while we bring the siege tower full of crossbowmen closer. The door. When the black fish appears neatly dressed, all arrows will be fired. By the way, let the crossbowmen smear dung on the arrows as a mark. Once Ser Bryndon dies, Riverrun will be ours." "Mine," insisted Lord Ammon, "Riverrun is mine." Lord Kariel's birthmark was flushed red. "Dung? Your own dung, Edwin? That stuff can kill people, I don't doubt it." "Heiyu should die dignifiedly, let me beat him," Zhuang Zhu slammed his fist on the table, "one-on-one duel, mace, ax or long sword, whatever you want. That old man is not my opponent." "Why does he accept your challenge, ser?" demanded Fleur-Prest. "What would he gain from a duel? Should he win and we should retreat? I don't believe it, and he won't." , a one-on-one duel is of no benefit to him." "Brynden Tully and I are old friends. We served as servants under Lord Darry when we were young," said the blind Norbert Vance, Earl of Aran City. "If you don't mind, I would like to come forward to resolve the struggle and urge him to see the situation clearly." "He sees very well," said Lord Piper, a short, round, bow-legged man with disheveled red hair, the father of Jaime's squire, who looked alike. "He's not a fool, Norbert! He's not blind...he knows he can't give in to these guys." Piper rudely pointed in the direction of Edwin Frey and Walder Rivers. Edwin raised his eyebrows, "Master Piper is implying—" "I'm not suggesting, Foyle, I'm a decent man, and I say what I think. After all, do you know what a decent man thinks? Capricious, lying weasel, I'd rather drink piss than listen to Buddha People from Lei's family spray dung." He leaned forward on the table. "Answer me, where is Marco? What did you do to my son? Damn, he was a guest at your wedding!" "We shall remain our guest," Edwin declared, "until you prove your loyalty to your present king, His Majesty Tommen." "Five knights and twenty soldiers escorted Marq to the Twins," Piper insisted. "Are they guests, Frey?" "Perhaps some of the knights are honored guests, and others are just punished. You'd better keep your traitorous tongue in check, Piper, or you will lose your heir." Father's war council would never have come to this, thought Jaime, as Piper jumped to his feet. "Say it again, sword in hand, Foyle," growled the dwarf. Dung doesn't know how to fight?" Frey's narrow, pale face was drained of color, and Walder Rivers stood up. "Edwin's not good at swordsman... you practice with me, Piper. Let's go out together and have a quick end." "This is a battle meeting, not a battle," James reminded everyone, "both of you sit down for me." No one obeyed. "sit down!" Walder Rivers sat down in response, but Lord Piper was not so easy to dismiss. He murmured curses and strode away from the tent. "Shall I send for him, my lord?" Ser Davon asked. "Send Ser Ilyn," Edwin Frey urged. "We want only his head." Karel Vance pleaded with James, "Lord Piper is too sad to contain himself. After all, Marq is his eldest son, and the knights who accompanied him to the Twins are his nephews and cousins." "Traitor and traitor," Edwin Frey said. James gave Foyle a cold look. "Twin Rivers also supported the young wolf master's rebellion," he reminded the other party, "and you betrayed him, even worse than Piper." He was satisfied to see Edwin's smile disappear, and his mouth was pursed tight.I've had enough of this "suggestion", and James didn't want to listen to it anymore, "The meeting is over, you each prepare yourself, my lords, and attack early tomorrow morning." The north wind was blowing from the north, and Jaime could smell the stench of the Freys' camp on the banks of the Tumstone, and across the river Edmure Tully was still standing alone under the tall gray gallows with the noose around his neck. The aunt left at last, her husband by her side, "My lord nephew," Ammon protested, "attack my city...you can't do that." He swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple up and down, "you can't...I . . . I forbid you to do this." He chewed sour grass again, and his lips glistened with reddish froth. "The castle is mine. I have a warrant signed by the king, signed by Young Tommen. I am rightful lord of Riverrun, and I am..." "As long as Edmure Tully is alive, you aren't," interrupted Aunt Gina. "Edmure is a good hearted man, I understand that, but after all, every day he's alive is one more day for us." Very threatening. What are you going to do, James?" Our threat is from the Blackfish, not Edmure. "Leave it to me. Ser Lyle, Ser Ilyn, come with me. I will visit the gallows on the north bank." The Tengshi River is deeper and more turbulent than the Red Fork, and the nearest crossing is a few leagues upriver.When James and others arrived, the ferry had just picked up Walder Rivers and Edwin Frey. While waiting, James revealed his plan.When he had finished, Ser Ilyn spat into the river. As soon as the three of them set foot on the north bank, a drunk camp prostitute rushed up to Zhuang Zhu and offered to satisfy him with her mouth. "Go, go and satisfy my friend," said Ser Liller, pushing the woman to Ser Ilyn.The prostitute smiled and kissed Pine's mouth, and when she saw his eyes, she immediately backed away in fright. Between the campfires were brown mud and horse dung, crushed under the feet of horseshoes.On the shields and banners, the coat of arms of the two towers of the Frey family on gray and blue is everywhere, interspersed with the small princes who are loyal to the Lord of the River Crossing: the heron of the Enford family, the pitchfork of the Hay family, the charle Three mistletoe bushes of the Earl of Ton.The arrival of the Kingslayer caused commotion. An old woman with a basket to buy piglets stared at him dumbfounded. A somewhat familiar knight knelt down on one knee. Two soldiers who were urinating turned their heads at the same time and ended up urinating on each other. . "Ser Jaime," someone called, but he strode forward without looking back.Many of the faces around him were enemies he had tried to kill in the Whispering Wood, when the Freys were still fighting under Robb Stark's direwolf banner.His golden hands were getting heavier and heavier. Ryman Frey's rectangular tent was undoubtedly the largest tent in the camp, squares of gray canvas sewn together so that it looked like a block of stone, and the two spiers representing the twin towers of the Twins.It was obvious that Sir Lyman wasn't feeling sick, he was enjoying it, the drunken laughter of the woman, the playing of the wooden harp and the singing of the singer wafted from the tent.I'll take care of you later, ser, thought James. Walder Rivers stood in front of his modest tent, talking to two officers. The Twin Towers on his shield were gray on a blue background with red slashes.When he saw James, he frowned, with cold suspicion in his eyes.This fellow was more terrifying than any of the other Freys. The gallows platform was ten feet off the ground and was guarded by two spearmen. "You can't go up there without Ser Lyman's permission," one of them told James. "Of course I can go up," James said, touching the hilt of his sword with a finger. "The question is, do I step over your corpses?" Two spearmen stood apart. Under the gallows, the owner of Riverrun stared blankly at the hemp rope.His feet were black and muddy, and he wore only shorts, and his red and blue Tully silk was stained with dirt.Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his head and licked his chapped lips. "Kingslayer?" His eyes widened when he saw Ser Ilyn. "Okay, okay, a sword is simpler than a rope, come on, Pyne." "Ser Ilyn," said James, "you heard Lord Tully. Go." The dumb knight raised his sword with both hands.Although the greatsword was common steel, it was long and heavy, and sharp as ever. Ser Ilyn sharpened it night and night.Edmure's chapped lips muttered silently, and he closed his eyes.Pine used all his strength for this blow... "No! Stop, no!" Edwin Frey came panting.It's too late. "My father will be here in a minute, James, you can't..." "You should call me 'sir,' Foyle," said James coldly, "and don't say 'no' to me." Sir Lyman did appear at once, plodding up the steps of the gallows, beside a straw-haired whore who was as drunk as he was.The whore's dresses were buttoned in the front, but unbuttoned above the navel, and the two big breasts popped out, big firm brown nipples dangling from side to side.She wore a bronze crown engraved with runes crookedly on her head, and several small black swords stood out of it.Seeing James, the woman laughed and said, "Seven Hells, who is this lord?" "I am Captain of the Kingsguard," said James, with icy courtesy. "And who are you, my lady?" "Ma'am? I'm not a lady, I'm a queen!" "I wish my sister could hear this." "Master Leman crowned me with his own hands," the woman shook her fat butt, "I am the queen of whores." No, thought James, that title belongs to my older sister too. Sir Lyman finally recovered his voice, "Shut up, bitch, don't talk nonsense in front of Lord James." The heir of the Frey family had a broad face and fat body, small eyes, and a swaying mass of soft flesh under his chin, breathing heavily. Strong wine and onion smell. "Hey, you're starting to be queen, Ser Lyman?" James asked softly. "You idiot, this is as stupid as what happened to Lord Edmure." "I did it to warn the Blackfish. I warned him to hang Edmure if he didn't surrender. The gallows was erected to show that I, Ser Ryman Frey, will do what I say. In Seagarden, my son Waldner Patrie Ke Mallister threatened, Master Jason bowed his knees and surrendered. But...but this black fish is a cold-blooded animal, he refuses to surrender, so..." "...So you will hang Lord Edmure?" The other party blushed. "My lord grandfather said . . . hang him and there would be no hostages, sir. Have you considered that?" "Idiots only make threats that they can't fulfill. If I say, if you don't shut up, I'll give you a slap. What do you do?" "Sir, you don't understand—" Jaime's backhand was a slap, a golden hand, but it was enough to send Ser Lyman staggering into the whore's arms. "Hey, look at your big head and thick neck. Ser Ilyn, how many swords will it take to split it?" Ser Ilyn put a finger to his nose. James laughed. "Bragging. I said at least three swords." Ryman Frey knelt down with a "plop", "I didn't violate the military order..." "...except drinking and whoring, right?" "I am the heir to the Lord of the River Ferry, you cannot..." "I've warned you." James was satisfied to see that the other party's face turned pale.Drunkard, fool, coward.If Lord Walder failed him, the Freys would be doomed. "You are dismissed, ser." "Fired?" "Your ears are fine. Go away." "But...but where should I go?" "Go home or go to hell, whatever you want, but if you stay in the camp when the sun rises tomorrow, don't blame me for being rude! Take your whore queen away, and keep the crown." James turned his gaze to Sir Lyman's Son, "Edwin, your father's army is under your command, don't act as stupid as he is." "No problem, no problem, my lord." "Finally, send a message to Lord Walder that the king wants him to send all the prisoners to Riverrun." James waved his golden hand. "Sir Liller, bring him down." After Ser Ilyn cut the rope, Edmure Tully lay face down on the gallows block, the foot of rope still hanging around his neck.The strong pig grabbed the rope and pulled him up. "Collared fish," he giggled, "I haven't seen that coat of arms yet." The Freys stood aside to let them pass, and there was already a crowd of spectators at the gallows, including at least a dozen disheveled camp whores.James saw someone holding a wooden harp, "You, singer, follow me." The other party took off his hat and bowed exaggeratedly, "As you wish, my lord." On the way back to the ship, no one spoke, and Sir Lyman's singer followed obediently.But as soon as they were off the bank and rowed south of Tumblestone, Edmure Tully grabbed James' arm and asked, "Why?" Because Lannisters always pay their debts, James thought, and because you are the only restitution I can make. "Consider this as my wedding present to you." Edmure looked at him warily, "A...wedding gift?" "Your wife must be very beautiful, and everyone else said so. Otherwise, how could you sleep with her so much that you don't even know that your sister and the king have been slaughtered." "I really don't know," Edmure licked his chapped lips, "There is a violin playing outside the bridal chamber..." "Miss Roslin is in the bridal chamber." "She...she is innocent. It was not Roslin's will that Lord Walder and the rest of the Freys made her do this...she was crying all the time, but I thought..." "Think she's terrified of your lifeblood? Oh, why not." "She's pregnant with my child." No, James, she is pregnant with your death.Back in the tent, he dismissed the pig and Ser Ilyn, leaving the singer behind. "I'll invite you to perform later," he told the other party, "Lu, go and boil the bath water for our guests; Pia, bring some clean clothes, without the lion mark on them; Pie, for Lord Tully Pour out the wine. Are you hungry, my lord?" Edmure nodded, doubt still in his eyes. While Tully showered, James moved a stool and sat down.Dirt stains the steaming steam gray. "After dinner, I will send someone to escort you back to Riverrun. What to do after that is up to you." "What's the meaning?" "Your uncle is old, yes, still a hero, but his golden years are gone. He has no bride to grieve, no baby to protect, and the black fish just wants a quick death...but you have years to go Edmure, and you are the head of House Tully, not him, he must obey you. You should decide the fate of Riverrun." Edmure stared at James, "The fate of Riverrun..." "Surrender the city, and I will take no offense. The inhabitants of the city are free to leave, or they may stay to serve Lord Ammon. Ser Brynden and those guards who will follow him will be dressed in black, and so will you, and of course you will too." You can go to Casterly Rock as a prisoner, and we will treat each other with courtesy according to the duke's standards. I will also send your wife to you. If she gives birth to a boy, she will be adopted by the Lannister family as a waiter and servant, In the future, you can become a knight and get a fief. If she gives birth to a girl, I will give her a generous dowry and choose a good family for her. When the war is over, you may even be released. All you need is your gift The city surrenders." Edmure raised his arm from the barrel, watched the water dripping down his fingers, "What if I don't surrender?" Do you have to tell me?Pia stood at the door with a pile of clothes, and the attendants and singers were listening.Let them hear it, James thought, let the world hear it, I don't care.He forced himself to smile. "You've seen my army, Edmure. You've seen the ladders and towers and trebuchets and battering rams. Just a word from me and my cousin will fill up your moat, Break down your gates. Hundreds and thousands will die - but have no illusions, most of them will be your own people. The first wave of attack will consist of the Three Rivers lords, and you will slaughter those Start at the Twins with the fathers and brothers of those who died for you; the second wave is the Freys, my Freys are worrying too much; when your archers run out of arrows, when your knights don't even have swords When you can't lift it, my troops from the west will appear. After the castle falls, men, women, children, and all will be killed, even livestock. I will also cut down your godswood, burn towers and blockhouses, and pull down walls and camps , change the course of the Tumstone, and submerge the ruins of Riverrun. When it is done, the world will never remember that the Tully castle once stood here." James stood up. Fertility, you want children, I will satisfy you. Use a trebuchet." silence.Edmure stood in the barrel, Pia clutched the clothes on her chest, the singer's fingers were hanging on the strings, and Lu, the kid, took out a piece of old dough wrapper, pretending not to care.Use a trebuchet.James thought, if my aunt was here, would she still say Tyrion was Tywin's son? Finally, Edmure Tully found his voice again, "I want to crawl out and kill you, Kingslayer." "You can try," James waited quietly, but the other party didn't move. "Eat well. Singer, entertain guests for me, um, you can sing that song, right?" "The song of the rain? Ah, my lord, I think I know it well." Edmure seemed to have seen the singer for the first time until now, "No, no, not him, get him out of here..." "Why, it's just a song," James said. "I promise, he doesn't sing that badly."