Chapter 44 Chapter 44: Cersei

Sister Moller was a gray-haired old shrew with a pointed face like an axe, and her lips pursed into a thin line of negation.I bet she hasn't even had a bud, Cersei thought, her cunts as hard as boiled leather.The High Sparrow sent six knights to serve as guards, and the kite shields of the knights were engraved with the coat of arms of the Warrior's Son Reborn-Rainbow Sword. "Sister," Cersei said, sitting under the iron throne, wearing a green silk dress with gold lace, "please tell the High Bishop, we are very embarrassed, and he has gone too far this time." The blond hair was shining, and the whole court and the whole city were looking at her. She must look like the daughter of Lord Tywin.When this drama is over, people will understand who is the real hostess.But first of all, be patient and don't rush. "Mrs. Margaret is my son's loyal and good wife, his partner and spouse. His Excellency the Archbishop has no right to slander her, let alone detain her and her cousins. They are the people we care about the most. I want him to be released immediately."

Sister Moller's expression remained unchanged, "I will convey His Majesty's words to the archbishop. Unfortunately, we cannot release the young queen and her companions until they are proven innocent." "Proof? Oh, you just have to look at her sweet pretty face to see how innocent she is." "A pretty face often hides a sinner's heart." Lord Merry Weiss at the discussion table said, "What accusations have the young ladies received, and who filed them?" The nun said: "Meggle Tyrell and Eero Tyrell were accused of adultery, adultery, and aiding treason, Arlan Tyrell was accused of failing to report, covering up and concealing, and Queen Margaery was not only charged with the above All counts, plus disorderly conduct and treason."

Cersei put a hand on her chest, "Who is spreading these shameless words and maliciously slandering my daughter-in-law! He is damned! My dear son loves Margaery with all her heart, how can she play with him so cruelly?" ?” "The plaintiff is your knight beside your Majesty. Sir Osney Kettleblack confessed his adultery to the Archbishop himself before the altar of the Father." At the conference table, Harris Swyfer was tongue-tied, and Grandmaster Pacelle looked away.There was a buzzing all around, like a thousand bees hovering in the throne room.Women in the gallery slipped away quietly, and many small lords and knights at the back of the hall were also preparing to flee.The gold cloaks did nothing, for the queen had ordered Sir Osfry to keep a record of all those who left.Tyrell's roses won't smell so sweet anytime soon.

"If you mean that young Sir Osney is full of energy, I agree," said the Queen Mother, "but he is a good knight who does his job. If he admits... oh, that's impossible, Margaery Still a virgin!" "She is not a virgin. According to the instructions of the Archbishop, I checked it myself. Her hymen has been broken. Sisters Arantine and Sister Mason can testify to this, and Sister Nastrika next to Margaery has also admitted ——This person has now been locked up in the confession room for confession. We also checked Miss Megol and Miss Elo, and they are not perfect either."

The humming became so loud that the queen could hardly think.I really hope the little queen and her chicks get a good ride. Lord Merryweather slammed her fist on the table, "Madame Margaret made a sacred oath for chastity, not only to the Queen Regent, but also to Her Majesty's late father, there were many witnesses at that time. Lord Tyrell and Lady Olenna also jointly vouched, and of course we should not question their words. Now that something like this has happened, sister, do you mean that these courtiers deliberately deceived the king?" "Perhaps they were fooled too, my lord," said Sister Moller. "I don't know. As the one who inspected the queen, I just tell the truth and take responsibility for everything I say."

Cersei couldn't help laughing at the thought of the wretched old woman sticking her wrinkled hand into Margaery's pink vagina, "My Lord High Bishop should allow us to send maesters to re-examine my daughter-in-law to see if the facts are wrong. Grand Maester Pacelle, please immediately follow Sister Moller back to the God-blessed Baylor Cathedral to find out the truth about Margaery's innocence." Pycelle's face was like curdled milk.In normal meetings, this old idiot can never finish his nonsense, but now I want him to express his opinion, but he can't speak.After a long time, the old man said tremblingly, "There is no need for me to check...check her private parts," his voice trembled so hard that he could barely hear, "Unfortunately... Queen Margaery is not a virgin. She once asked me to provide monthly Tea, not just once... but many times."

The ensuing uproar was the climax Cersei Lannister had been waiting for, and not even the Royal Herald could restrain the excited crowd, beating the ground with his club.The queen mother let herself enjoy, enjoying all kinds of words that humiliated the little queen.It was a long time before she regained her stony expression and ordered the gold-cloaked guards to clear the hall.It's over for Margaery Tyrell, she thought gleefully.She walked to the King's Gate behind the Iron Throne, and the only three remaining White Knights in King's Landing hurried to follow: Boros Braun, Marlin Tran, and Osmund Kettleblack.

Yue Tong stood by the door, holding a child's toy in his hand, and opened a pair of big confused eyes.He's a fool, but at least an honest fool. "Toad" Wu Ji thought she could predict the future, so she should wear Yuetong's clown clothes.Hope that old liar wails in hell.The young woman he had prophesied was finished, the prophecy had been prevented, and the rest would not come true.No golden shroud, no VALONQAR's murderous hand, I am finally free from your vicious curse, I am free. The important ministers also came out with her.Harris Swyfer hadn't recovered yet, he tripped over the door and almost fell down, but luckily Orion Weir grabbed his arm.Orton Merryweather was nervous too. "The people love the little queen very much," he said, "and they will never rest on their laurels. Your Majesty, I am very worried about the development of the situation."

"Lord Marie Weiss is right," Lord Weishui said, "If Your Majesty grants permission, I will lead a newly built galleon to patrol the Blackwater River, and hoist His Majesty Tommen's king's flag on the mast to show my strength and intimidate me. The capital, repel any unruly attempts." What he meant was: With a fleet of galleons on the Blackwater River, even if Mace Tyrell wanted to return to the army to save people, he couldn't do it, just as Tyrion could stop Stannis back then.On the side of Westeros, Highgarden has no navy, and the Redwyne fleet they rely on should have returned to the Arbor by now.

Harris Swyfer was sweating profusely, as if he might faint at any moment. "When the news reached Lord Tyrell, you can imagine his anger. Bloodshed will be inevitable..." You bantam rooster, thought Cersei contemptuously, a worm would be better for your arms, roosters are too honorable for you.Mace Tyrell can't even take down the small Storm's End, how dare he oppose the authority of the church?She didn't want to hear the Prime Minister continue to babble, "There will be no bloodshed, and I will do it myself. I will go to the Sept of Baelor to talk to Queen Margaery and the High Bishop. Everyone knows that Tommen loves them both." , so I will try to reach a settlement between them."

"Reconciliation?" Ser Harris wiped the sweat from his brow with his velvet sleeve. "Reconciliation? . . . Your Grace is very brave." "Of course, a trial must be held in the end," the Queen Mother announced, "through the trial to end all gossip and prove to the world how innocent our dear Margaery is." "Yeah," said Marie Weiss, "I'm only worried that the archbishop is torturing the queen in private, that's what the church did in the past." Isn't that good?thought Cersei.When the truth comes to light, and when everyone in the palace knows that she has a whore queen who splits her thighs for singers and desecrates altars for girls, I'll see what face she has left. "Being factual is the key, at least we agree on that," she said. "My lords, please forgive me. I have to go to the king. He needs a lot of attention when something of this magnitude has happened." Tommen was playing hide and seek with the cat when his mother came in.Docassa made him a mouse out of waste yarn, attached to an old fishing rod with a long string.The cats enjoyed chasing it, and the boy made the marmot mouse a favorite sport.He seemed surprised when Cersei wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead, "What's the matter, Mom? Why are you crying?" Because you are safe, she wants to tell her son, because no one can hurt you anymore. "Silly boy, lions don't cry." Let's talk about Margaery and her cousins ​​later. "I have some documents here that you need to sign." In order to appease the king's relationship, the arrest warrant did not include his name, but left it blank.Tommen happily signed it, and happily stamped it with hot wax, as always.The Queen Mother then asked Jocelyn Swyfer to take her son to play. The ink was dry when Ser Osfry Kettleblack arrived, and Cersei wrote all the names in her own handwriting: Ser Tallard the Tall, Jarabbar Thor, Hamisy the Harper, Hugh Clive Leighton, Mark Mullendoyle, Byard Knox, Lambert Turbury, Horace Redwyne, Hopper Redwyne, and the redneck Walter who calls himself "The Blue Poet" . "So many people." Sir Osfry flipped through the arrest warrants, as if the names were cockroaches on parchment.None of the three Kettleblack brothers could read. "Only ten. You have six thousand gold robes under your command. It should be easy to catch ten people. Listen, some slickers will rub their feet with oil when they hear rumors. You don't need to deliberately chase these people. Anyway, their absence can only prove their guilt. Idiot Ser Tallard may resist, don't kill him until he confesses, and you must not harm the other prisoners who have been captured, because some of them may be innocent." An important point in the plan was to prove that Redwyne The twins' innocence, to show justice. "I will complete the task before sunrise, Your Majesty," Sir Osfry hesitated for a while, "uh, there are crowds gathered outside the Great Sept of Baelor." "The masses?" It seems that Master Wei Shui's consideration is very reasonable.These ordinary people are really presumptuous, they come out for their little pet Margaery. "how many?" "A hundred or so people are clamoring for the archbishop to release the little queen. Your Majesty, I can disperse them." "No, let them say enough, the High Sparrow will not be shaken—he will only obey the voice of the gods." Isn't that ironic enough?The big sparrow relied on the mob to wear the crystal crown, but now it is the object of the mob's roar.Who told him to sell the crown so quickly. "Anyway, the church has its own knights, so it can protect itself. Oh, I almost forgot, immediately close the seven city gates. Before the matter is over, no one can enter King's Landing without my permission." "Yes, Your Majesty." Sir Osfry bowed, and went out to find a warrant to be read for him. By the time the sun went down, all the criminals had been apprehended and brought to justice.Hamish the Harper was too ill to get out of bed, and Ser Tallard the Tall wounded the three gold cloaks badly.Cersei ordered the Redwyne twins to be imprisoned in a comfortable tower room while the others were thrown into a dungeon. "Hamisi is suffering from severe lung disease," Cobain reported when called that night, "and he requested the care of a bachelor." "Tell him he'll be healed when he confesses," Cersei thought, "he's too old to be a lover, but no doubt he sings by the side when Margaery is having sex with the others. Yes, we need details." "I'll make him remember, Sire." The next morning, Mrs. Mary Weiss came to change her clothes, ready to go to visit the little queen. "Don't make the color too fancy," she instructed. "The archbishop has sharp eyes, and he likes more monotonous and solemn clothes. He likes me to pray with him." Her Majesty ended up donning a dress of soft wool from her throat to her ankles, a stiff dress with little vine decorations on the bodice and gold thread on the sleeves.Also, the brown color can cover up the mud stained by kneeling. "While I'm talking to my good daughter-in-law, you go to her three cousins," she told Tanya, "you'd better win Yalan over. But keep your mouth shut, there are not only gods in the temple listening." Jaime used to say that the hardest part of leading troops into battle is waiting for the bloodshed to happen before you go into battle.Cersei stepped out of the door, looking at the gray sky, she really felt that the mountain was about to come and the wind was blowing over the building.No, I can't take my chances. I can't show up in the Great Sept of Baelor with my whole body wet. I'd better take a sedan chair.She took ten Lannister warriors and Boros Braun as guards. "The mob after Margaery can't tell who you brothers Kettleblack are," she told Ser Osmond. "I don't risk you. You'd better stay away for a while." While walking through the market, Tanya suddenly became suspicious. "This trial..." she said quietly, "What if Margaret decides to stake her innocence and honor on the contest?" A smile flickered across Cersei's lips, "As a queen, her honor must be defended by the Kingsguard. Every three-year-old child in Westeros knows that Prince Aemon, the Dragon Knight, wanted to dispel the rumors and protect the name of Queen Naerys. But now that Ser Loras is dying, I am afraid that the burden of Prince Aemon the Dragon Knight must be passed to other sworn brothers." The Queen Mother shrugged. "To whom? Sir Reese and Sir Balon are far away in Dorne, and Jaime is going to attack Riverrun, and Sir Osmond can't fight because of avoiding suspicion. Only... oh, my God..." "Only Boros Braun and Marlin Tran remain." Mrs. Tanya giggled. "That's right, and what's more unfortunate is that Sir Marlin suddenly fell ill. When you return to the city, remember to remind me to tell him." "No problem honey," Tanya said, taking her hand and kissing it. "It's horrible when you're angry. I pray I never offend you." "Mothers in the world protect their children like this," Cersei declared. "When will you bring the child to court? Russel, is that the name? He can practice martial arts with Tommen." "Oh, he'll be flattered. . . but it's a good thing, maybe, um, let's wait until the current crisis is over." "It will be over soon," Cersei promised. "Write to the Longtable now, and let little Russell pack up his best clothes and wooden sword for martial arts. When Margaery's little head falls to the ground, trust me." Man needs a partner to comfort him." They disembarked in front of the blessed statue of King Baelor.Her Majesty found to her satisfaction that the mess of bones and rubbish had been cleared away, and that, as Sir Osfry reported, there was a mob gathered at the door of the church, not as large in number as the sparrows before them, nor as bold as the sparrows. .The group stood together in small groups, looking sullenly at the door of the cathedral, where a number of novices with long wooden clubs stood as guards.They didn't use iron, and Cersei wondered if that was wise or foolish. No one obstructed the royal team, and the common people and trainee monks stood aside one after another.Once inside, they met three knights in the Hall of Lights, each wearing the rainbow-striped robes of the Warrior's Sons. "I'm here to see my wife," Cersei told the other party. "My Lord Archbishop is waiting for you. I am Sir Theodore 'the real', formerly known as Sir Theodore Wells. Your Majesty please follow me." Naturally, the High Sparrow also knelt this time, this time before the altar of the Father.The arrival of the Queen Regent did not disturb him until Cersei grew impatient, and he stood up and bowed. "Your Majesty, today is a sad day." "It's very sad. Can you allow me to visit Margaery and her cousins?" She chose a meek and humble tone. The man in front of her was a soft-hearted man. "As you wish. We'll talk after your visit, son. Then we'll pray together, just you and me." The little queen was imprisoned on the top of a high tower in the Cathedral. The cell was eight feet long and six feet wide. There was no furniture, only a straw bed and a bench for prayer, on which a large water tank was placed. jug, a copy of the Seven Star Bible, and a candle, and the only window was about the size of an arrowhead. Margaery was barefoot and trembling, clad only in a rough novice's robe.Her hair was matted and her feet were covered in dirt and grime. "They undressed me," the little queen confided to her when she was alone, "I was wearing an ivory lace dress with freshwater pearls on the bosom, and the nuns stretched out their dirty hands! . . . stripped me naked .and undressed my cousins.Meige pushed a nun into the candles and set her clothes on fire.I'm worried for Alan,truly,her face is as white as milk,so scared that she can't even cry come out." "Poor child," said Cersei, sitting side by side with the little queen on the bunk bed as there was no stool, "don't worry, Lady Tanya is going to comfort her, she won't be alone." "He won't let me see them," Margaery said angrily. "He separated the four of us. Before you came, the only ones I saw were the nuns. A nun came every hour to ask if I Willing to confess crimes, they won't even let me sleep! If I fell asleep, they would shake me awake and keep asking. Last night, I confessed to Sister Unia, I wanted to pick out her eyeball." It's a pity you didn't follow through, Cersei thought. Blinding the poor old nun will pay a heavy price to the High Sparrow. "That's how they interrogated your cousin." "Damn it," Margaret cursed, "I hope everyone here will fall into the seven hells. Yalan is gentle and shy, how could they treat her like this? Meige... I know, she will laugh like a whore on the pier , but at heart, she's still just a little girl. I like the three of them, and they like me, and if this sparrow is going to make them lie about me..." "I'm afraid the three of them are in trouble too. Yes, all three of them have been charged." "My cousins?" Margaret couldn't believe it. "Yalan and Meige are still children. Your Majesty... Your Majesty, this is ridiculous, can't you get us out?" "If I can," her voice was full of sadness, "My lord archbishop sent his newly formed knight order to guard you, if I want to force you out, unless I send gold-cloaked guards, from this sacred place It's disrespectful." She took Margaery's hand. "But I am not sitting on the sidelines. I have detained those whom Sir Osney claims are your lovers. They will prove your innocence to the Archbishop and testify at your trial." "Judgment?" There was finally real fear in the girl's voice, "Must be judged?" "Silly boy, how else can you prove your innocence besides trial?" Cersei squeezed Margaery's hand comfortingly, "Don't forget, you have the right to choose the method of trial, you are the queen, the Kingsguard will I swear to protect you to the death." Margaret immediately grasped the hint, "You mean a trial by combat? It's a pity that Loras was injured, otherwise..." "He has six brothers." Margaery looked into her eyes, then withdrew her hand. "Are you kidding? Boros is a coward, Merlin is old and slow, your brother is crippled, and there are two more in Dorne, and Osmund is a Kettleblack who deserves a thousand dollars! There are only two in Loras now Brother, not six, and neither of these two will work! If you choose trial by combat, I will let Garland be my acting knight." "Sir Garland is not a member of the Kingsguard," said the Queen Mother. "According to laws and customs, when the Queen's honor is at stake, only one of the Seven Guards can be allowed to fight. I am afraid that His Excellency the Archbishop will insist on this very much." I'll make sure. Margery didn't answer for a moment, her brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Braun or Tran," she said at last, "either. That's what you mean, isn't it? Osney Kettleblack will chop them both to pieces. Seven layers of hell.Cersei put on a hurt expression. "You've misunderstood me, daughter, I just want to—" "—you think only of your son, and in the most selfish way. Your son will never have a wife who doesn't hold a grudge against you. I'm not your daughter, gods be good, and you go away." "Why are you so stupid? I'm here to help you!" "Yes, you are here to help me into the grave. Get out of here quickly, do you want me to ask the guards to drag you out, you vile, shameless, vicious bitch!" Cersei straightened her skirt and put away her dignity, "You are so frightened, I forgive these nonsense." Just like in the palace, the walls of the sanctuary have ears. "If it were me, I would also feel fear. The national master Pai Xier has testified that you take moon tea, and the blue poet... If it were me, madam, I would pray to the old woman for wisdom and the Holy Mother for mercy. I am afraid you They will be needed soon." The queen was escorted down the steps of the tower by four rumpled nuns, each looking weaker than the other.Reaching the ground floor, they continued down, deep into the Visenia Hills, to a corridor lit by flickering torches. His Excellency the Archbishop was waiting for her in a small heptagonal reception room.The room was plain and simple, with bare stone walls, three stools and a prayer bench.The faces of the Seven were carved on the stone walls. Cersei thought they were rough and ugly, but there was power in them, especially the eyes, made of native agate and malachite and yellow moonstone, which gave the head a charm. "You have spoken to the Queen," said the archbishop. She suppressed the impulse: I am the real queen. "yes." "Everyone is guilty, even kings and queens. I was the same, until the gods forgive me. But forgiveness requires repentance, and the queen refuses to repent." "Perhaps she is innocent." "She is not. The holy nun examined her, and her hymen was indeed ruptured. She drank moon tea, in order to murder the fruits of adultery. An anointed knight swore by sword to her and her three cousins. Two of them had sex, and he testified that she had affairs with many other men, high and low, rich and poor." "My gold cloaks have caught them all," Cersei assured the High Septon, "but I only had time to question one of them, the singer called the Blue Poet, and what he confided was sensational. Even so , I still hope that my daughter-in-law can prove her innocence when she goes to court." The queen mother hesitated for a moment. "His Majesty Tommen likes his little queen very much. My Lord Archbishop, I am afraid that neither he nor his vassals can handle this incident fairly. If I entrust the trial to the church, what do you think?" The High Sparrow clasped his hands together, "I agree with you, Your Majesty. The 'cruel' Maegor deprived the Church of its weapons, and the 'Arbiter' Jaehaerys deprived the Church of its right to judge, but who could judge the Queen better? Where is the seven gods and their mouthpieces in the world more fitting? We shall form the holy jury of seven, including three women, a virgin, a mother, and an old crone, to measure the conduct of women, not again Is it better?" "This is the best arrangement. But on the other hand, as queen, Margaery has the right to request a trial by combat, and her acting knight must be one of Tommen's seven iron guards." "Since Aegon the Conqueror came to the Seven Kingdoms, the knights of the Kingsguard have been the natural knights for kings and queens. On this point, the royal family and the church agree." Cersei buried her face in her hands, looking sad, and when she looked up again, there were tears in one eye. "It's a sad day," she said, "but I'm glad we've come to an agreement. If Tommen were here, he'd appreciate you too. You and I, together, we'll find out the truth." "We will." "Then I must hurry back to the castle. Please allow Sir Osney Kettleblack to go with me. The Council will interrogate him in person and hear his charges." "No," said the Archbishop. It was only one word, a short word, but to Cersei it was like a drop of ice water on her face.She blinked, feeling a little dizzy, a little. "I assure you of Sir Osney's safety." "He's safe here. Come on, I'll let you see him." Cersei felt the Seven watching her, eyes of native onyx and malachite and emerald, and a sudden terror pierced her, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.I am the true master of the Seven Kingdoms, she reminded herself. I am Lord Tywin's daughter.She barely followed. Sir Osney was not far off.His room was completely dark, and the archbishop opened the heavy iron door with a key, and took a torch from the door. "Please first, Your Majesty." In the dim light of the fire, Osney Kettleblack was hung naked, dangling from a pair of thick chains.He had been severely whipped, his shoulders and back were bloody, and his thighs and buttocks were covered with dense, criss-crossing scars. Unable to bear another look, the Queen Mother turned to the Archbishop, "What have you done!?" "We seek the truth in the most humble of ways." "What he told you is the truth. He came to you voluntarily and confessed his crime." "Yes, he said so. Your Majesty, I have heard countless people confess and confess in my life, but none of them are as eager to admit heinous crimes as he is." "You tortured him!" "There is no repentance without suffering, and as I told Sir Osney, there is justice in the world and there is punishment for all crimes. When I whip myself, I feel the closest to the gods, but my deepest sins are far away. Not as dark as this man." "But--but," Cersei said in exasperation, "you preach the mercy of Our Lady..." "Sir Osney can enjoy that care after death. The "Seven Stars Bible" says: All crimes will be forgiven, but first must be punished. Sir Osney committed the two great crimes of treason and murder, only death .” He's just a priest, he has no right to do that. "Regardless of what he confessed, the church has no right to order him to die." "Whatever he confessed," the Archbishop repeated slowly, as if weighing the importance of it, "to our surprise, Your Majesty, Sir Osney's confession became more and more severe the more persistent the torture was." Strange. To this day, he insists that he never touched Margaery Tyrell. Is that so, Ser Osney?" Osney Kettleblack opened his eyes, and when he saw the Queen Mother in front of him, he stuck out his tongue and licked his swollen lips, "Great Wall, you promised to let me go to the Great Wall." "He's mad," Cersei declared, "you've driven him mad." "Sir Osney," said the Archbishop in a firm and clear tone, "have you ever had sex with Her Majesty the Queen?" "Yes," Osney said while twisting his wrist, the iron chain slammed softly, "I had sex with the queen mother in front of you. I fucked her, and she sent me to kill the former archbishop— He had no guards, so I snuck into the room while he was sleeping and smothered him with a pillow." Cersei turned and fled. The High Septon grabbed her, but he was only an old sparrow, and she was the lioness of Casterly Rock.She pushed him away, rushed out the door, and slammed the door hard with a "bang".Kettleblack, I need Brother Kettleblack. I want Sir Osfry to rush in with a golden robe, and Osmund to lead the Kingsguard to protect me. Once Osney is snatched out, he will immediately withdraw his confession.At that time, I will take care of this one like the previous archbishop.Four old nuns blocked her way and grabbed her with wrinkled hands, and she kicked one to the ground, scratched another in the face, and rushed up the steps.Halfway through the rush, she thought of Tanya Merryweather.I couldn't help but feel angry and blood rushing up, and almost tripped.By the seven gods, she prayed, Tanya knew all about it.If they catch her and whip her... She ran into the sanctuary and found that it was a trap.Many women were waiting for her, including nuns and silent sisters, all younger than the four old beggars downstairs. "I am the Queen Regent," she retreated from them, yelling loudly, "I want your heads, I want all of your heads, get out of the way!" They not only refused to let them, but stretched out their hands one after another.Cersei ran to the altar of the Virgin, and was caught under the altar.Twenty or more women dragged the kicking queen up the steps of the tower and threw her into the room.In the room, three silent sisters held her down, and a nun named Skoya took off her clothes, even her underwear.Another nun threw her a rough robe. "How dare you do that?" the queen screamed. "I'm a Lannister! Let me go, my brother will kill you, and Jaime will cut you in half, from the throat to the Vagina, let me go! I am the Queen Regent!" "The Queen Mother also needs to pray." Sister Scoia said, and then they left her naked in the cold and simple room. I am no docile Margaery Tyrell, to put on humble robes and be a docile captive.I will teach them what a lion in a cage is like, Cersei thought, and she tore her robes to pieces, smashed the pitcher against the wall, smashed the chamber pot, and when there was nothing left to break, she Beat the door with your fist.The guards were down there, waiting in the square: ten Lannister guardsmen, led by Ser Boros Braun.If they hear my voice, they'll come to my rescue, and I'll drag the damned sparrow back to the Red Keep in chains for display. So she screamed, kicked, and howled at the doors and windows until her throat was hoarse and she had no strength left.No one responded, no one came to rescue her.The room darkened.The temperature gradually decreases.Cersei shivered.How dare they leave me here without a stove?I am their queen mother.She was beginning to regret tearing up the robe.In the corner of the trestle bed was a worn brown wool blanket, ugly and scratchy, but it was her only cover.So Cersei wrapped herself tightly, and soon fell asleep exhausted. A rough hand shook her awake.The room was pitch black, and some tall, ugly woman was kneeling before her, holding a candle. "Who are you?" asked the Queen Mother. "Are you here to let me go?" "I am Sister Unia, and I have come to hear your confession of murder and adultery." Cersei waved the opponent's hand away, "I will cut off your head. Don't touch me! Get out!" The nun got up, "Your Majesty, I'll be back in an hour, maybe you will repent by then." And so hour after hour, hour after hour, Cersei Lannister passed the longest night of her life outside of Joffrey's wedding feast.She was so numb from screaming that she couldn't even swallow her saliva, and the room was as cold as ice.Having broken the chamber pot earlier, she had to squat in a corner to urinate, watching the urine flow across the floor.Whenever she closed her eyes, Unia loomed over her face again, shaking her awake and demanding that she confess her crime. It's not a good day either.As the sun rose, Sister Moller brought a bowl of dusty porridge.Cersei picked up the bowl and threw it at the nun's head.They brought new jugs, which she drank involuntarily, for she was so thirsty.They brought new gray robes, which she hastily put on, though thin and moldy, to cover her nakedness.In the evening, when Sister Moller came back, she ate his bread and fish, and asked for red wine to accompany the meal.No wine as a result, only Sister Unia reappears and asks hour after hour if she wants to repent. What's going on in all this?Cersei wondered, watching the sky outside the narrow window gradually darken, why no one came to rescue me?She didn't believe that the two Kettleblacks outside would see their brothers die.What is the imperial meeting doing again?They are traitors and cowards.When I go out, I will behead them all and replace them with more sensible people. Three times during the day, she faintly heard shouts from the square below.But it was Margery they were calling, not her. The next morning, as Cersei licked the last bits of porridge from the bottom of her bowl, the door swung open.Lord Qyburn walked in.She tried her best not to jump on him. "Qyburn," she whispered, "oh, by Gods, you don't know how glad I am to see your face. Take me home." "I can't. You will be tried by the Church for murder, treason and adultery." To the exhausted Cersei, the accusations seemed meaningless. "Tomen, what about my son? Is he still king?" "Yes, Your Majesty. He is in good health, safe in Maegor's Tower, under the protection of the Kingsguard. But he is lonely and restless. He asks about you, and about the little queen. So far no one has told him about your... your..." "...my predicament?" she prompts, "Where's Margaery?" "She will also be judged by the same court that judged you. In accordance with His Majesty's previous instructions, I delivered the blue poet to the Archbishop, and he is here, somewhere underground. My informants told me that they Whip him hard, for now he's singing those sweet songs we taught him." beautiful ballad.Her sleepy nerves went numb.渥特，他叫渥特。诸神保佑，但愿渥特死于鞭刑，玛格丽便无从否定他的证词了。 “我的骑士们呢？奥斯佛利爵士……总主教要杀他兄弟奥斯尼，他应该指挥金袍……” “奥斯佛利·凯特布莱克已被解除都城守备队队长的职务。国王陛下用巨龙门守卫队长取代了他，那人是个私生子，叫亨佛利·维水。” 瑟曦太累，没法思考。“托曼为何这么做？” “您不能怪孩子。御前会议把命令放在他面前，他只是签了名，并盖好印章。” “我的御前会议……谁干的？谁？不是你吧？” “很抱歉，我也被御前会议剥夺了重臣席位，但他们还暂时让我负责太监的情报网。目前，王国实权掌握在哈瑞斯·史威佛爵士与派席尔国师手上，他们送了一只鸟儿去凯岩城，邀请你叔叔回宫接任摄政王——如果你叔叔答应的话，他得赶快了，因为梅斯·提利尔已从风息堡下撤围，回师君临，据报蓝道·塔利也率部自女泉城南下。” “玛瑞魏斯大人容许他们这么干？” “玛瑞魏斯放弃重臣席位，带着妻子一股脑儿逃回了长桌厅。对了，我们就是从他妻子那里，最先得知针对……针对陛下您的……指控的。” “他们放走了坦妮娅。”这是自大麻雀说“不行”以来，瑟曦听到的最好消息。坦妮娅能够毁了她。“维水大人呢？他的船……他应该带船员上岸，集结起足够的人手……” “陛下遇到麻烦的消息传到河上，维水大人便升帆划桨，．带着舰队出海。哈瑞斯爵士认为他是要加入史坦尼斯，派席尔则推测他的目的地是石阶列岛，前去做海盗。” “我那些可爱的大帆船啊，”瑟曦几乎笑出声来，“父亲大人曾教诲我，私生子天生便是反复无常，背信弃义，可惜我没听他的话。”她一阵颤抖。“我完了，科本。” “不，”他握住她的手，“还有希望，陛下可以通过比武审判来证明清白。我的太后啊，您的代理骑士已做好了准备，七大王国的英雄豪杰无法与它对抗。只消您一声令下……” 这回她终于笑了。可笑，太可笑，可笑之极。“诸神嘲弄着我们所有的计划和希望。我有一个无可阻挡的代理骑士，但我却不能用他。我是太后，我的荣誉只能由誓言效命的御林铁卫来维护。” “我明白了，”科本脸上的笑容消失了，“陛下，臣惶恐，不知如何才能让您……” 即便现下的她委靡不振，担惊受怕，但有一点很清楚，决不能把命运交给麻雀法庭；她也不能指望凯冯爵士的干涉，彼此间赤裸裸的威胁还历历在目。我只有比武审判一条路。“科本，为了你对我的爱，我求你，替我送封信。最好用乌鸦送，实在不行，就安排快马。你必须把信送到奔流城，送给我弟弟，告诉他眼下的状况，你就写……就写……” “写什么，陛下？” 她舔舔嘴唇，身体抖了抖，“立刻回来吧。帮助我，拯救我，我比任何时候都更需要你。我爱你，我爱你，我爱你。立刻回来吧。” “遵命，三次'我爱你'？” “三次，”她必须打动他，“他会回来的。我知道他会回来。他必须回来。詹姆是我唯一的希望。” “太后，”科本说，“您……您忘了吗？詹姆爵士失去了用剑的手。如果他担任您的代理骑士然后输掉……” 那么我们可以一起死去，正如我们一起降生那样。“他不会输，詹姆决不会。以我的生命做赌注，他决不会输的。”