Chapter 2 Chapter 1 James

The east wind blows through the tangled hair, soft and fragrant, like Cersei's fingertips.He listened to the singing of the birds, felt the pulse of the river, and the boat was moving with the oars towards the gradually white curtain of the sky.After so long in the dark, the world seemed so sweet to James that he almost fainted.I survived and basked in the sun.Suddenly, he laughed out loud, abruptly like a startled bird. "Quiet," Niuer complained, frowning.A frown suited that ugly broad face better than a smile - and of course James hadn't seen her smile.He imagined to himself what it would be like for her to shed her studded leather armor and put on Cersei's silk dress.Like a cow in silk.

But this cow can row.Beneath the rough brown breeches, she did have bull-like legs, thick as hardwood, and the long sinews of her arms flexed with each stroke.Even after most of the night she showed no signs of fatigue, and her cousin Ser Cleo, who rowed the other oar, was nowhere near as good.She really looked like a tall, strong country girl, with a dignified tone and a sword and dagger.Oh, can she use it?James wanted to try, as soon as he was out of the chains. He wore iron cuffs on his hands, as well as on his feet, and the heavy iron ring between his ankles was less than a foot long. "Isn't it enough that I swear on my honor as a Lannister?" he giggled as they tied him.Catelyn Stark got him so drunk that Jaime was vague about his escape from Riverrun.It seemed that the jailer was looking for some trouble, but the strong girl subdued her with a few strokes.

Then he walked through the endless stairs, turned around, his legs were as soft as grass, he tripped and fell to the ground three or two times, and was finally carried away by Niu'er.Somewhere, they wrapped him in a walking cloak and shoved him into the bottom of the boat.He remembered hearing Lady Catelyn make the portcullis of the water open, and then repeat the new terms to Ser Creo, to be brought back to King's Landing to report, word for word and in a tone that could not be disputed. Then there is the boat.Although the medicinal wine made him groggy, he was in a good mood, feeling stretched... He was bound by iron chains in a dark prison, so he couldn't enjoy this kind of enjoyment.For a long time, James had been used to sleeping on horses during the march, and it was not difficult.Tyrion will be rocked with laughter knowing I fell asleep on the run.Wake up, the sound of iron shackles is really annoying. "Miss," he shouted, "do me a favor, break open these iron things, how about we take turns rowing?"

She frowned again, baring her fangs and that smoldering suspicion. "You've got to keep your chains on. Kingslayer." "You mean to row us to King's Landing yourself, girl?" "My name is Brienne, not Niu." "My name is Jaime Lannister, not Kingslayer." "Didn't you kill the king?" "You didn't become a woman? Oh, don't deny it, why don't you untie your pants and show me?" He smiled innocently, "You can't blame me, your appearance really doesn't prove anything." Sir Cleo said distressedly: "Cousin, be polite."

Lannister blood is pretty thin on this guy.Cleo was the eldest son of Aunt Gina and that dull Emmon Frey, who had lived in fear of Lord Tywin ever since he married Lord Tywin Lannister's sister. .When Lord Walder Frey had brought the Twins to Riverrun, Ser Ammon had been too frightened to side with his wife.There is an extra stupid pig in Casterly Rock City that is not helping.Sir Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of a braver sheep.Lady Catelyn promised to release Tyrion if she brought the letter, and Ser Cleos solemnly swore. In fact, in the dungeon, they all swore a bunch of oaths, Jaime making the most, which was the price Lady Catelyn demanded for their release.She pointed the big girl's sword to his heart: "Swear, you will never again take up arms against the Starks or the Tullys; swear, you will force your brother to keep his promise and release my daughter safe and sound." By your honor as a knight, by your honor as a Lannister, by your honor as the Kingsguard. By the lives of your sister, your father, your son, to the gods old and new, and then I Let you go back to your sister's side. If you don't agree, don't blame me for the white knife in and the red knife out." She turned the long sword, and the sharp point pierced through the ragged clothes, and the tingling sensation is still fresh in her memory.

How should the archbishop evaluate the oaths of a man who was so drunk, tied to a wall, with a sword to his chest?James didn't really care about the fat liar, or the god he claimed to serve, he thought about the bucket Lady Catelyn kicked over in the dungeon.Strange woman, willing to entrust her daughter's life to me who treats honor like shit?Of course, her hopes were pinned on Tyrion. "Perhaps she wasn't Benz after all," he exclaimed. The detainee misheard him, "I'm not a bean. I'm not deaf." He was in a good mood, it was too easy to tease her, since he was idle anyway. "I was talking to myself, I didn't mention you, I'm sorry, it's easy to develop bad habits in a dark cell."

She frowned at him, pushed the paddle forward, pulled it back, pushed it forward again, and said nothing. The art of her mouth is the same as the beauty of her face. "Judging by your words, I think you must be of noble birth." "My father is Selwyn of House Tarth, Lord of Nightfall, blessed by God," she answered reluctantly. "Tarth," Jaime repeated, "remember, a desolate rock in the Narrow Sea . " "I serve Lady Catelyn. She ordered me to deliver you safely to your brother Tyrion in King's Landing, not to argue with you. Quiet me." "Oh, please, I'm tired of being quiet, miss."

"Then talk to Sir Cleo, I have nothing to talk to the monster." Jaime yelled, "Monster? Under the water? In the willows? Tsk tsk, but I don't have a sword!" "I mean the man who desecrated his own sister, killed the king, and threw innocent children from the tower." innocent?That bad boy is spying on us.All Jaime wanted was an hour alone with Cersei.The Northland trip had been torture: seeing her every day but not touching her, watching Robert stumbling drunkenly to the squeaky wheelhouse every night and crawling into her bed.Tyrion teased him as hard as he could, but it wasn't enough.

"Be polite about Cersei, girl," he warned her. "My name is Brienne, not Niu." "Ha, do you still care about what the monster calls you?" "My name is Brienne," she answered as stubbornly as a hound. "Miss Brienne?" James laughed at the other's discomfort, "Sir Brienne?" He laughed. "No, I don't think so. You can dress a cow from head to tail in straps and fabric, and put her in good silk for armor, but that doesn't mean you can ride her into battle." "Cousin Jaime, please, don't be so rude." Under the cloak, Ser Creo wore a burqa quartered with the twin towers of House Frey and the lion of House Lannister. "There is still a long way to go, we can't quarrel with each other."

"I only use my sword when I want to quarrel, old cousin, I am chatting with my wife. Tell me, girl, are all your Tarth women as ugly as you? I am so sorry for the men over there. Dwell on a dull rock in the middle, and perhaps never know a real woman all my life." "Tath is a beautiful island," murmured Niu as she paddled vigorously, "the island of sapphires. Give me peace, monster, or I'll gag you." "See, she's rough, isn't she, old cousin?" Jaime asked Ser Cleo. "I think she still has steel and iron bones. In fact, no one dares to call me a monster to my face." Even though I said that behind my back, I have no doubts.

Sir Cleo coughed uneasily. "Miss Brienne has no doubt heard the gossip about Casterly Rock. The Starks can't beat you in battle, ser, so spread the word." They beat me on the battlefield, you chinless fool.James smiled knowingly, and people could perceive different meanings from such a hypocritical smile.Did Cousin Sir Cleo actually swallow that shit, or was he trying to please?What was he like, an honest fool or a shameless sycophant? Ser Creo continued cheerfully, "Anyone who believes that the Kingsguard will hurt a child has no idea what honor means." Flatterer.Seriously, he regrets throwing Brandon Stark out the window.As the child lay dying, Cersei complained endlessly to Jaime. "He's only seven, James," she scolded him. "Even if we understand what we're seeing, we can scare him into silence." "I didn't know you wanted to—" "You never use your head. If the kid wakes up and tells his father—" "If! If! If!" He pulled her onto his lap, "If he wakes up we'll say he's dreaming, lying, and if things go wrong, I'll kill Eddard Stark. " "Killed Eddard Stark? Did you ever wonder what would happen to Robert?" "Robert can do what he wants, and I'm not afraid of him. I'll kill him. Maybe the singer will write a song called 'Cersei's Vagina Battle.'" "Oh! Go away, Jaime!" She flew into a rage, struggling to get to her feet. He kissed her instead.At first she tried to resist, then she opened her mouth obediently.He remembered the taste of wine and cloves on her tongue.She trembled.He ripped off her dress, tore the silk, exposed her breasts, and no one cared about the Stark children... Cersei was still thinking about the kid afterward, and then hired that guy Lady Catelyn said to keep him awake?No, if she wants him to die, she will definitely ask me to go, at least she won't hire such a clumsy killer. Downstream, the rays of the rising sun shone on the windswept river.The south bank is full of rich red soil, as flat as a road.The streams flowed into the great river, and the submerged and rotting branches still leaned on the banks.The north shore is a wilderness, with cliffs rising to a height of twenty feet, and covered with birch, oak, and chestnut trees.James spotted a watchtower on the high ground ahead, growing taller and bigger with the paddling of the oars.But before he got there, he knew it was deserted, and the weathered stones of the tower were covered with roses. When the wind changed, Ser Cleo helped the fat girl hoist the sail.It was a stiff triangle cloth striped red and blue, the colors of the Tullys, and it would surely get you into trouble with the Lannisters, but it was the only sail they had.Brienne at the helm.Jaime threw the leeboard, iron bars rattling as it moved.After that, the speed of the boat was much faster, and the wind and current were with them. "Why don't you hand me over to my father? Everyone's happy to save the journey," he pointed out. "Lady Catelyn's daughters are in King's Landing, and I will die to bring them back." Jaime turned to Ser Cleos. "Give me the dagger, cousin." "No," the woman tensed up, "I will never give you a weapon." Her tone was rock-like and uncompromising. She is afraid of me, even in iron chains. "Cleo, it looks like I'll have to ask you to shave me. Keep your beard off and shave your hair off." "Shaved head?" Cleo Frey asked in surprise. "Jaime Lannister is known all over the country as a fair-haired knight without a beard. A bald man with a dirty yellow beard might not be noticeable. I'd rather not be recognized when I'm in irons." This dagger is not as sharp as it should be.Cleo hacked at it, brushed away his tangled hair, and tossed it aside.The extravagant golden curly hair floated on the water, slowly flowing towards the stern.The mess of hair fell, and a louse crawled up his neck, and James caught it with his backhand and crushed it with his thumb.Ser Cleo picked up the other lice from his scalp and flicked them into the river.Jaime wet his head and told Ser Cleo to sharpen his dagger and scrape off the remaining stumps of yellow hair.When they were done, they carefully trimmed their beards. He did not recognize the man reflected in the water.Not only is he bald, but the time in prison made him look at least five years older: his face became thinner, his eye sockets sunken, and he had never had wrinkles before.I'm not exactly like Cersei anymore.she will hate me. At noon, Sir Cleo fell asleep, snoring like a pair of ducks mating.Jaime looked out over the fading world astern of the ship.After leaving the dungeon, every rock and every tree is a wonderland. Along the way, we passed many simple one-person wooden houses, supported by long thin poles, which looked like water cranes.There were no signs of habitation, just birds flitting overhead or singing strangely from the branches on the bank, and James caught a glimpse of silverfish gliding across the water.Tully's trout, bad omen, he thought, until he saw something worse--one of several drifting logs turned out to be a pale, swollen carcass, cloaked no doubt in Lannister crimson.He wondered if this was someone he knew. The tributaries of the Trident River provide convenience for people and things to travel through the river.In peaceful times, the river was full of fishermen's boats, large grain ships, and pontoons of merchants who bought clothes and sewing needles, and even colorfully painted and extremely gaudy theater boats-their sails were sewn with more than half a hundred different colors of cloth. Cheng——Driving upstream, passing through villages and castles. War takes everything away.They passed the village without seeing any villagers.Empty fishing nets, hacked and torn, hung from the trees, the only sign of fishermen's habitation.A little girl drinking a horse by the river caught sight of the sails and ran away at full speed.Afterwards they passed a charred tower. A dozen or so farmers were digging soil in the fields under the tower's shell, sized up the boat with blank eyes, and returned to their work after making sure that the visitor was not a threat. The Red Fork River is wide and slow, and its meandering river is full of small islands with dense trees and sandbars blocking the channel, and there are dots of hidden reefs below the water surface.Brienne seems to be extremely keen, often able to foresee danger and find passages.Jaime praised her knowledge of rivers, and she looked at him suspiciously. "I don't know rivers. But Tarth is an island, and I knew how to steer an oar and sail before I learned to ride a horse." Sir Cleo sat up, rubbing his eyes. "My gods, my arm is so sore, isn't the wind still?" He sniffed, "I smell the rain." James hoped for heavy rain.The dungeon at Riverrun wasn't the cleanest place in the Seven Kingdoms, and he must smell like rancid cheese right now. Cleo squinted and looked downstream, "Smoke." A slender gray finger curled up.Pillars of smoke circled and rose many miles and miles away from the south bank.Below it, Jaime could vaguely see a large house next to a live oak tree full of dead women. The corpse crows hadn't even moved yet, the thin ropes were deep in the soft skin under their throats, and the breeze made them turn and sway. "This is not chivalrous conduct," Brienne said, when she drew closer to see it clearly. "A true knight would never condone such a shameless slaughter." "Real knights do worse every time they go into battle, girl," Jaime said. "It's a piece of cake." Brienne turned the steering wheel and headed for the shore. "I will not let innocent people be eaten by crows." "What a heartless girl! Crows are not living gods, and they also need food to wrap their stomachs. Go our way and leave these dead ghosts behind, silly women." They landed above the big oak tree that jutted out of the water.Brienne lowered the sails and Jaime scrambled out, clumsy with the chains, the Red Fork flooding his shoes and soaking his ragged breeches.He smiled and knelt down, buried his head deep in the water, and swung wetly.There were lumps of sludge all over his arms, and after carefully wiping them off, his hands finally returned to their white and slender appearance.But his legs were so stiff that he could hardly stand still.Damn, I've been in Horst Tully's dungeon too long. Brienne and Cleo haul the boat ashore.Dead bodies hung above their heads, smelling of rotting fruit. "Somebody has to cut the rope," Niu said. "I'm going to climb the tree," James jingled and trudged ashore, "please remove the shackles first." Niu'er ignored him and just stared intently at a female corpse.James' shackles were only a foot long, and he could only get close with small steps.He couldn't help laughing when he saw the thick plaque hanging around the neck of the tallest corpse. "Bitch with a lion," he read. "Aha, yes, that's not chivalry at all...but it's not our people who do it over here. Poor woman, what the hell Yo?" "They're inn girls," Ser Cleos said. "I remember this was an inn. When I came back to Riverrun, I took my party and spent the night here." Nothing remained but charred ashes.Light smoke rose from the rubble. Long ago, Jaime left both whores and mistresses to Tyrion to care about, and he had only one woman, Cersei. "Looks like these girls pleasing my lord father's soldiers, maybe giving them food and drink, got traitor collars for that—just a kiss and a glass of ale." He circled the river, making sure no one was nearby people. "This is the territory of the Bracken family. Perhaps Lord Genos himself ordered it. My father burned his castle. I'm afraid he has a grudge." "It could have been Marq Piper," said Ser Creo, "or that Beric Dondarrion lurking in the woods, though I've heard he killed soldiers and never civilians. Or maybe Roose Bolton's northerners?" "Bolton was beaten by my father on the Green Fork." "But he was not destroyed," said Sir Cleo. "When Lord Tywin marched towards the Ferry, he went south again. If the news in Riverrun is true, he has captured Harrenhal from Ser Amory Lodge." James didn't like the news. "Brienne," he said, wishing to be polite enough to let her listen to him, "if Lord Bolton takes Harrenhal, the Trident and the Kingsroad will be blocked." There seemed to be a hint of uncertainty in those big blue eyes. "You are under my protection, no one can touch you unless you kill me." "I don't think it bothers them much." "I am as good at martial arts as you are," she said defensively. "I am one of King Renly's chosen seven guards, and he tied the seven-colored silk cloak of the Rainbow Guard around my shoulders with his own hands." "Rainbow Guardians? Must be the Knights of the Seven Fairies? A singer once said that women in silk robes are all beautiful...but he never met you, did he?" The woman blushed. "We still have to dig the grave." She began to climb the tree. She climbed up the trunk of a live oak whose lower branches were large enough for a man to stand on.Dagger in hand, she walked through the leaves, chopping down the corpses.When the body fell, flies surrounded it all at once, and the more bodies fell, the heavier the stench. "Why do decent people bury whores?" Ser Creo complained. "Besides, I don't have tools for digging. Look, I don't know how to use my sword without a shovel. I—" Brienne screamed and jumped down from the tree, "Get on board, hurry up, there are sails in the distance." They retreated at full speed.James couldn't run, so he had to be dragged back to the boat by his cousin. Brienne pushed the oars and raised the sail hastily. "Sir Cleo, you row with me." Cousin nodded yes.This time the boat was going faster than before, aided by the current and the wind and the neat stroke.With nothing to do, Jaime in chains tried to look upstream.The tip of the sail came into view, and as the Red Fork looped across a grove of trees, it looked as if it was moving north across the fields while they were south, but it was only an illusion.He set up the awning with his hands, "maroon and water blue.". Brienne's big mouth squirmed soundlessly, like a cow chewing its cud. "Quick, ser." The hotel quickly disappeared behind, as did the tip of the sail, but it didn't mean much.Once the trackers passed the loop, the sail would reappear. "Looks like we can only hope that the noble Tully family stops to bury the murdered whore." James couldn't imagine being sent back to prison.If Tyrion was there, there must be a lot of good tricks, and my only thought was to fuck them and fight them. For the better part of an hour thereafter they watched restlessly for their pursuers, all the while stalking among the ever-present bends and small, overgrown sandbanks.Just when he thought he might have gotten rid of the pursuit, the distant sail finally appeared.Ser Cleos stopped rowing. "The White Walkers take them!" He wiped the sweat from his brow. "Quick!" Brienne urged. "The pursuer is a river ship," Jaime declared, watching carefully, growing bigger with each stroke of the oars. "Nine oars on each side—eighteen men. More trouble if there are soldiers on deck. It has bigger sails than us, too. It's only a matter of time before it catches up." Sir Cleo froze. "Eighteen?" "Yes, one person has to take care of six. Actually, eight is not a problem for me, as long as these iron things don't get in the way." James raised his wrist. "Would Miss Brienne be kind enough to let me go?" She ignored him and put all her energy into rowing. "We set out early and half late," James said, "and they didn't start until daybreak. Even if we took in the oars halfway to save energy, we should be exhausted after such a long row, just watching our sails bring power, It won't last long. We can kill a lot of people." Ser Cleos gaped. "But... but there are eighteen of them." "More than that, I guess twenty or even twenty-five." Cousin moaned, "We're hopeless..." "Did I say there is hope? I mean, the best ending is to die in battle with sword in hand." Yes, Jaime Lannister was never afraid of death. Brienne stopped rowing.Sweat condensed her flaxen hair into strands and hung on her forehead, making her even more ugly. "You are under my protection," she said, her voice thick with anger, almost a growl. He was amused by her stubbornness.She was a hound with nipples--if her tits were nipples. "Protect me, girl; or let me go and let me protect myself." The warship sailed downstream quickly, like a huge wooden dragonfly soaring.Under the crazy beating of wooden oars, the surrounding water turned milky white.The sight of the approaching ship became clear. There were crowds of people on the deck, and there was a reflection of metal in their hands. James also found the trace of the archer.He hates archers. Standing at the prow of the rampaging warship was a stocky, bald man with bushy gray eyebrows and muscular arms.Over his mail he wore an old white burqa embroidered with a pale green weeping willow, but the cloak was fastened with the Tully clasp of silver fish.Ser Robin Legge was the captain of the guards at Riverrun. He was famously tough when he was young, but his time has passed—he was the same age as Hoster Tully, but he looked older than his master in appearance. When the boats were within fifty yards of each other, James closed his mouth and called, "Will you see me off, Ser Robin?" "To take you home, Kingslayer," roared Sir Robin Rigg, "where's your hair?" "I wish I had multiple talismans to influence the enemy with the brilliant light on my head. Look, it's working for you." Sir Robin was not amused.The distance between the boat and the ship narrowed to forty yards. "Throw the oars and weapons into the water and I won't hurt anyone." Ser Cleo squirmed. "James, tell him that Lady Catelyn set us free... an exchange of prisoners, it's legal..." James told all the facts. "Catelyn Stark is not Lord of Riverrun," Ser Robin snapped back.Four archers squeezed beside him, two standing, two kneeling, "Throw the sword into the river." "I don't have a sword," he answered, "if I had one, I'd stab you through the stomach, and cut off those four cowardly balls." He was answered by a hail of arrows.One slammed into the mast, two pierced the sail, and the fourth missed Jaime by a foot. Another sharp turn in the Red Fork was just around the corner, and Brienne turned the skiff in the direction of the bend.At the turn, the deck shook violently and the full sails snapped.A large sandbar stands in the middle of the river, with the main channel to the right, and only a narrow path between it and the cliffs on the north bank.Brienne steered to the left, the canvas rippling.James looked into her eyes.Beautiful eyes, he thought, full of composure.He knew how to read a man's eyes, how to find fear in them.And she was full of determination, not despair. With only thirty yards to go, the ship also entered the bend. "Sir Cleo, take the helm," Niu ordered. "Kingslayer, take the oars, and help us break the rocks." "Happy to serve Miss." Although the wooden oar is no better than an iron sword, it can smash the enemy's face and block the attack. Ser Cleos thrust the oar into Jaime's hand, and crawled toward the head.They crossed the front of the bar and turned sharply toward the trail, the jet of water hitting the cliff face as the boat heeled.The sandbanks are heavily wooded, with flocks of willows, oaks, and tall pines casting long shadows across the rapids, hiding reefs and submerged rotting trunks.The cliff on the left is steep and uneven, and gravel and debris are constantly falling from the rock wall, making the river at the bottom roll with white foam. They passed from the sun into the shadows, and the warships could not see them among this green wall of trees and gray-brown rocks.Just a breather in the rain of arrows, James thought, pushing the boat away from the half-flooded boulders. The boat shook suddenly.He heard the soft splash of water and glanced back, but Brienne was gone.After a while, he found her struggling to rise from the current below the cliff, wading through a shallow pool, climbing over rocks, and beginning the climb.Ser Cleo was dumbfounded.Stupid, James thought to himself. "Leave that girl alone," he snapped at his cousin, "take the helm." They saw the sails behind the bushes, and the river warship was well into the entrance of the trail, twenty-five yards from them.The bow of the opponent's ship struggled and shook, and half a dozen arrows were shot, each of which was far behind.The rocking of the two ships made it difficult for the archers to aim, but Jaime knew they would soon regain their balance.Brienne climbed into the middle of the rock face and was trying to find a foothold and try to climb to the top.Rog would find her, and if he did, she would be shot down by the archers.James hoped the old man's reserve would blind him. "Ser Robin," he cried, "I have something to say." Ser Robin raised a hand, and the archers lowered their longbows. "Speak, Kingslayer, I have no time to waste." As Jaime yelled, the skiff hit a nest of rubble and shook violently. "I propose a more constructive solution - a one-on-one duel, just you and me." "You think I'm a newborn, Lannister?" "No, I thought you were an old ghost who was about to whine." James raised his arms to let others see his handcuffs. "I can beat you in chains. What are you afraid of?" "Not afraid of you! Sir, if I could choose, it would be best, but my order is to take you alive if possible. Archer!" He signaled, "Nock arrows, draw bows, let—" Not more than twenty yards away.The archers couldn't miss, but when they drew their longbows, a cascade of pebbles fell around them.Small stones hit the deck and rudder and bounced into the water.The wise man who knew how to look up saw a boulder as big as a cow falling from the top of the cliff.Ser Robin cried out in alarm.The rock crashed into the air, hit the wall, split in two, and crashed down.The larger piece snapped the mast, tore the sail, threw two archers into the water, and crushed the thighs of the oarsmen who drew up their oars.The warship was flooded rapidly, and it appeared that the small piece had penetrated the hull.The crags of the oars reflected the cries of the oarsmen, while the archers pounded wildly in the current.Judging by their posture, none of them could swim.James smiled. They passed the trail, and the warship sank, spinning and resting on the reef.Jaime Lannister secretly thanked the gods for their blessings.Ser Robin and the goddamn archers had a long wet walk back to Riverrun, and he'd got rid of that ugly fat babe in the meantime.wonderful.Let go of these iron things... Ser Cleos uttered a cry, and Jaime looked up to see Brienne standing on the cliff far ahead.As the boat rounded the bend into the river, she also walked up the ledge and jumped off the ledge with some graceful writhes.It's a terrible time to hope her head hits a rock.Ser Cleo rowed the boat across.Thank goodness I still had the paddle, and when she swam up, the head-bump would free me forever. He found himself sticking out the oar toward the water.Brienne clung, and Jaime pulled her up and helped her climb into the dinghy, water streaming from her hair and wet clothes, forming a small pool on the deck.She was even uglier wet.Who would have guessed I would do this? "Damn stupid girl," he told her, "we can go on our own. You think I'll appreciate you?" "I don't think so, Kingslayer. I only believe in the holy oath to bring you safely to King's Landing." "Really?" James gave her the biggest smile, "What a strange one."