Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven James

James was the first to discover the inn.The main building is located on the south bank of the bend, and the long and low wings stretch out to the river, as if to embrace the passing passengers.The ground floor of the inn is made of gray stone, the upper floor is made of limewashed timber, and the roof is paved with stone slabs.It has stables and a gazebo covered with vines. "There's no smoke from the chimney," he reminded, as he approached, "and there's no light from the windows." "The inn was still open the last time I passed by," said Ser Cleo Frey. "There's good ale in this place. Maybe we can look for it in the cellar."

"No, I'm afraid someone is in there," said Brienne, "either in hiding or dead." "Several corpses scare you, girl?" James said. She glared at him. "my name is--" "— Brienne. Well, you don't want to sleep in bed, Brienne? Anyway, it's safer than being on the open river, right? Let's see what happens, in my opinion." It’s not too late to make plans.” She didn't answer, but after a while, she turned the steering wheel and sailed towards the old wooden pier.Sir Cleo hurriedly furled the sail, and when the boat rested lightly on the pier, he climbed out to tie the rope again.Jaime followed him, awkwardly by the iron chains.

At the far end of the pier, a flimsy signboard dangled from an iron pillar, vaguely depicting a kneeling king with his hands folded in a sign of submission.James glanced at it and couldn't help laughing, "Wonderful, this inn is wonderful." "What's so special?" Niuer asked suspiciously. Ser Creo replied, "This is the Stack of the Knee, my lady. It was built on the spot where the last King of the North knelt to Aegon the Conqueror. I think it's him on the signboard." "The King of the Reach and the King of Casterly Rock were defeated at the Battle of the Rage when Torrhen came south with his army," Jaime said. Get off your frozen knees." Suddenly there was the neighing of a horse. "Hey, there is still a horse in the stable. It's not easy." One horse is enough to send me away. "Haha, let's see whose house this is?" Without waiting for an answer, James rushed down the pier dragging the clanging shackles, leaning his shoulder on the door of the inn, and pushing hard...

... before a well-loaded crossbow, held by a short, stout boy of about fifteen. "Lion, fish, or wolf?" asked the boy. "I want a capon." The companions came up behind James. "I say the crossbow is a coward's weapon." "Don't move, or I'll shoot you dead!" "Come on, if you can't get the second shot, you will be stabbed to death by my cousin." "Be careful, don't frighten the child," Sir Cleo shouted hastily. "We won't hurt you," Niu'er said, "you will pay for everything you eat and drink." She took a silver coin from her pocket.

The boy eyed the coin suspiciously, then eyed James' shackles. "Why did he bring the iron guy?" "Is there even a question? Kill a few stalkers," James said, "Is there any ale?" "Yes." The boy lowered the crossbow an inch. "Untie the sword belts and let them fall by themselves, maybe you can get some food for you." He circled cautiously, and peeked in front of the diamond-shaped thick glass window, probably wanting to confirm the situation outside. "The sails belong to the Tullys." "We come from Riverrun." Brienne unfastened the buckle of the sword belt, and it fell to the ground with a "crash".Ser Cleo did as well.

A haggard, pockmarked man emerges from the cellar, holding a butcher's knife. "There are only three of you? It's okay for three. The horse meat is enough. The old horse has a stubborn temper, and the meat is still fresh." "Is there any bread?" Brienne asked. "There's hard bread and stale oatcakes. James grinned and said, "It's so rare that I ran into an honest shopkeeper today. You see, they serve spoiled bread and stale meat everywhere, but they never admit it." "I'm not a shopkeeper. I buried him behind the house, with his woman attached."

"So you killed them both?" "Damn, will I admit to killing you?" The man spat. "Forget it, what's the difference between a wolf cub doing something good, or a lion doing it? Anyway, my wife and I found two dead bodies, so this place belongs to us logically." "Where is your wife?" Ser Cleo asked. The man looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you ask so clearly? She's not here... You three shouldn't be here either, unless the taste of money pleases me." Brienne tossed the coin.He reached out to catch it, bit it, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"She's still there," announced the little boy with the crossbow. "She has them. Go, boy, get some onions down there." The boy put the crossbow on his shoulders and looked sullenly at them before running to the cellar. "Your son?" Ser Cleo asked. "My wife and I picked up the boy. We had two sons, one was killed by a lion, and the other died of smallpox. This boy was taken by the blood troupe for his mother. In these days, he has to be watched when he sleeps. .” He waved his machete and pointed at the table. "You sit down first." The fireplace was already cold, so James picked the seat closest to the ashes and sat down, stretching his long legs, every movement was accompanied by the sound of iron chains.so annoying.When it's all over, I'm going to wring this pile up my girl's throat and see if she likes it.

The man who wasn't the owner had roasted three large pieces of horsemeat and fried the onions in bacon fritters to make up for the awful oatcakes.James and Cleo drank ale, and Brienne ordered a glass of cider.The little boy sat on the barrel of fruit wine, keeping a distance from them, with the crossbow ready to go on his knees.His adoptive father, instead, came over to talk with a mug of ale. "What's the news out of Riverrun?" he asked Ser Cleo—apparently he took Foyle for his head. Ser Cleos glanced at Brienne before answering. "The Duke of Hoster is dead, but his son held the fords of the Red Fork against the Lannisters. The two armies fought many times."

"Hey, there's fighting everywhere. Where are you going, ser?" "To King's Landing," said Ser Cleo, wiping the grease from the corners of his mouth. Their master scoffed. "You three are fools. I heard last time that King Stannis is approaching the city with a hundred thousand troops and a magic sword in his hand." James gripped the handcuffs tightly, twisting them secretly, hoping to break them.Damn, let me try Stannis' magic sword trick. "If I were you, I'd avoid the King's Road," the man continued, "I've heard that the road is terrible, not only with packs of wolves and lions, but also countless wandering 'cripples' who will grab anyone. "

"Parasites," declared Sir Cleos contemptuously, "would not dare disturb a decent man in armor." "Forgive me, ser, but I only see a decent man in arms, with two fists and four hands, and he has to take care of women and prisoners in irons." Brienne looked at each other darkly.A bitch is afraid of being reminded that she's a bitch, James thought, twisting the handcuffs again.The iron ring was cold and hard, and it would not budge. Instead, it scratched the skin of his wrist. "I plan to follow the Trident River to the sea," Niuer told their master, "buy horses in Maiden Springs, and then go south along Duskendale City and Rossby. There should be no war." Their master shook his head. "You can't reach Maiden Spring City. It's less than thirty miles away from here. Two boats were burned and sunk in the water, blocking the river, and a group of robbers guarded there to rob. Besides, even if you pass this test, The same is true of Leaping Rock Beach and Red Deer Island downstream. There is also King Lightning, who is everywhere, crossing the river at will, here and there, never stopping." "Who is the Lightning Lord?" Ser Cleos asked. "You don't know, ser? It's the Lord of Berry. He fights like lightning in a clear sky, and that's why he got his nickname. Everyone says he's immortal." One slash and everyone is doomed, James thought. "Soros of Myr is still with him?" "Yes, the red-robed wizard is very capable." Yes, it's quite a feat to be able to get drunk with Robert Baratheon.James once heard this Thoros boast to the king that he chose to be a red monk because the robe could hide the traces of wine. Robert laughed loudly when he heard this, and sprayed all the ale on Cersei's silver cloak . "Perhaps I have no right to object," he said, "but in my opinion, it seems inappropriate to walk the Trident River." "Exactly," their master echoed, "Even after passing Red Deer Island, Lord Baelish and the red robe wizard were not encountered in the middle, and there is Ruby Beach in front. I heard that there are people from Lord Leech The wolf cubs are on guard, but that was a long time ago. Maybe it's the lions now, or the Lord of Berry, or someone else, who knows." "Probably no one," Brienne insisted. "I won't put my treasure on this, Miss... If I were you, I would leave the river from here and cross the land. If I stay away from the road, hide in the dark woods and hide carefully... Ah, I don't want to Go with you, but at least there is still a chance." The fat girl looked suspicious. "In that case, you must have a horse." "There are horses here," James pointed out. "I hear voices from the stables." "Yes, there are horses here," said the non-storekeeper, "just three, but they're not for sale." James couldn't help laughing. "Of course, but look." Brienne frowned, and the man who wasn't the shopkeeper was watching her intently, and after a while she said forcefully, "Go and see." And they all left the table together. The stables have not been cleaned for a long time, and the air is full of the smell of excrement. Big black flies gather around the straw pile, buzzing and flying around, landing on the piles of horse dung that can be seen everywhere.There were only three horses as far as the eye could see, forming an uncoordinated trio; a dull brown plow-horse, an old white half-blind, and a knight's steed, dark gray brindle, and quite spirited. "Not for sale, no matter how high the price," the alleged owner declared. "Where did you get that?" Brienne wanted to know. "The plowman was here when my wife and I came to the inn," said the man, "with the one you ate just now. The white horse wandered over by itself at night, and the fast one was taken by the boy. Got it, the saddle and bridle are all right. Here, I'll show you." The retrieved saddlery was decorated with silver studs, and the color of the mattress, which had once been squares of pink and jet black, was now almost brown and yellow.James couldn't tell whose suit it was, but he could easily spot the blood on the mattress, "Well, no one will come to claim it anyway." He checked the plow horse's legs, and then opened the white horse's mouth to count. "A gold piece for a gray horse, if he'll bring a saddle with it," he advised Brienne. "A piece of silver for a plow horse. If we take the white brute, he'll give you back some change." "Don't comment on your mount like that, ser." Niu'er took three gold coins from the purse that Madam Catelyn gave her. "One golden dragon for each horse." The man blinked, reached out to reach for the gold coin, hesitated again in mid-air, and retracted. "I don't know...you can't ride gold coins when you want to go, and you can't eat when you're hungry." "Our ship is yours, too," she said, "upstream or downstream, as you choose." "Let me taste the gold." The man grabbed a gold coin from her palm and bit it. "Well, it's not bad, it's full of real gold. So, three gold dragons and a boat?" "He's ripping you off, girl," said James affectionately. "I still need enough food." Brienne ignored James and continued to chat with the master, "whatever I want." "I have oatmeal cakes." The man scooped up the remaining two gold coins and rubbed them in his hands, reveling in the sound they made, "well, and smoked kippers—you have to pay for them in silver coins, The same goes for the beds. Are you going to stay overnight?" "No," Brienne said unequivocally. The man frowned, "Woman, don't you want to ride a strange horse and wander in the wilderness late at night? That would be silly. The horse you just bought will either get stuck in the mud or break your leg." "There's enough moonlight tonight," Brienne said, "we can find our way." The host weighed her words carefully, "If you don't have silver coins, you can provide a bed with a few more copper coins, plus a blanket or two to warm you up. Well, if you understand what I mean, I don't want to drive the guests away." "That's more or less," said Ser Cleo. "Really, the blanket was just washed. My wife made it just before she left. Not a single flea, I assure you." He smiled and rubbed the coins again. Sir Cleo was moved. "We'll do us good with a little sleep in bed, miss," he advised Brienne, "with energy to drive on." He looked to his cousin, begging for help. "No, old cousin, Niu'er is right. We have a promise we must keep, and there is still a long way to go, so we shouldn't stay longer." "But," Cleo said tongue-tiedly, "didn't you just say—" "Just now, now is now." Just now I thought it was an abandoned inn. "After filling my belly, I just need to ride and walk to help digestion." He smiled at Niu'er. "Looks like, miss, you're going to throw me as flour for the plow horse? My ankles are connected, and I really don't know how to ride." Brienne frowned, examining the chain.The man who was not the shop owner touched his chin, "There is a blacksmith's shop behind the stables." "Take me," Brienne said. "Go ahead," said James, "as soon as possible. There's too much horse shit in here, it's not a place for people." He gave Niu a sharp look, wondering if she understood his hint. He wanted his hands to be free too, but Brienne couldn't rest assured after all.She took a blacksmith's hammer and chisel and gave the shackles a few hard blows in the center to break them.When he suggested = handcuffs to do the same, she ignored him. "Six miles downriver, you'll see a burned village." The master said as he helped them straighten their saddles and load their packages.This time he made the suggestion directly to Brienne. "The road forks there. Going south you pass Sir Warren's Stone Tower, but Sir he went out to fight and died, so I don't know who occupies it now, and you'd better avoid it. In my opinion, it should be Follow the trail into the forest, heading southeast." "Okay," she replied, "we appreciate your help." Thank god, James thought, we've been beaten by him.But he didn't say it, because he was tired of being ignored by the ugly fat cow. She rode the plow horse by herself and gave up the good horse to Sir Cleo, and under her threat, James had to take away the one-eyed beast, and the idea of ​​kicking hard and leaving the dust all came to nothing. empty. Men and children watched them go.The man wishes them good luck and good days come early, and welcomes them to visit again.The child said nothing, with a crossbow under his arm. "Get a spear or a mallet," James told him, "better for you." The boy looked skeptical.Unaware of good people, he shrugged, adjusted his mount, and never looked back. Ser Cleos complained all the way, bemoaning the missed beds.They headed southeast along the flowing water illuminated by the moon.The Red Fork River is already very wide here, but it is very shallow, and the mud on the bank is covered with reeds.Jaime's horse plodded heavily and smoothly, the poor old thing, he couldn't keep a straight line, and as he walked he veered toward his good eyes.Even so, it felt good to be back on horseback. He hadn't ridden since being shot off by Robb Stark's archers in the Whispering Wood. Passing the burned village, two unfamiliar small roads lay in front of us. They were very narrow, and they were just the way for farmers to transport their harvest to the river in peacetime. The road surface was marked with deep car retreat.One of them ran to the southeast and disappeared into the trees in the distance, and the other road, which was in better condition, went straight south.Brienne thought for a moment, then rode south.James was a little pleasantly surprised that this girl wasn't too stupid. "We've been warned by the shopkeeper not to go that way," Ser Cleo objected. "He's not a shopkeeper," she said, riding without grace but steadily, "and is overzealous about our choice of road. The forest... is full of robbers. I think he might be trying to lure us into a trap. " "Smart girl." James smiled at his cousin. "I'll bet our master's friends are on that road, and it's their horses that leave the stables with an indelible fragrance." "He may also be lying about the state of the river, so that we can buy horses," said the little girl, "but I dare not take the risk. Ruby Beach and the crossroads must be guarded by soldiers." Well, well, she's ugly, but not stupid.James couldn't help smiling at her. The windows on the top floor of the stone tower glowed dimly red, alerting them to their departure.Brienne led them across the fields until the bunker disappeared behind them, then turned back and returned to the road. They walked non-stop in the middle of the night, and Niu'er finally decided that she could take a rest. At this time, the three of them were exhausted on horseback and fell apart.They found a little grove of oaks and ash by the shallow stream, and the girls were not allowed to light fires, so they had hard oatcakes and salt fish for supper.The night was strangely still, and the stars hung high in the dark sky, ringing the half-moon.In the distance, there were faint howls of wolves, which caused a horse to kick nervously.Other than that, there was no sound at all.The flames of war have not touched this land, James thought, staying here is a kind of happiness, surviving is a kind of happiness, and I can return to Cersei right away. "I'm on the first watch," Brienne told Ser Creo, and within moments Foyle was snoring. Jaime leans against an oak tree, thinking of Cersei and Tyrion. "Have you any brothers or sisters, miss?" he asked. Brienne glanced at him suspiciously. "No. I'm my father's only… child." James chuckled, "You want to say 'only son,' don't you? Tell me the truth, he treats you like a son? Well, what a woman can do for you." She turned her head away without saying a word, her knuckles tightening on the hilt of her sword.Poor guy, for a moment he thought of Tyrion inexplicably, and although they looked very different at first glance, they were indescribably similar.Perhaps it was the thought of his brother that made him speak again, "No offense, Brienne, please forgive me." "Your crime is unforgivable, Kingslayer!" "Here we go again." James twisted the iron shackles lazily. "What's wrong with you? If I don't forget, I never hurt you." "You have hurt many people, many people you swore to protect. The weak, the innocent..." "...and the king?" Yes, everything involved Aerys. "Don't judge things you don't understand, girl." "my name is--" "—Brennie, as I said just now, I don't forget. But what about you, you won't take a good look? Don't you realize that you are ugly and bad-tempered?" "Don't make me angry, Kingslayer!" "Oh, of course I will. I can do whatever I want." "Why do you want to swear?" She asked suddenly, "Why do you still wear it even though you clearly disdain the meaning of the white robe?" why?Can you understand what happened to me? "I was still young at the time, only fifteen years old. It was a great honor to become the Kingsguard at such a young age." "That's not the answer," she said dismissively. You won't like the truth.Yes, he put on the white robe all for love. Cersei was only twelve years old when her father brought her into the palace. He planned to let her climb a royal family, so he rejected all marriage proposals and locked her in the Prime Minister's Tower.At the court in King's Landing, she grew up, became more feminine, and more beautiful.Although the previous plan to get engaged to Rhaegar failed, his father still had the little prince Viserys as his target, and Rhaegar's wife, Elia of Dorne, had been in poor health. Meanwhile, Jaime served four years as a squire to Lord Sumner Crakehall, and was finally knighted for his bravery in the battle against the Brotherhood of the Kingswood.On the way back to Casterly Rock, he took time to go to King's Landing, mainly to see his sister.Cersei pulled him out and whispered to him that Lord Tywin planned to let him marry Lysa Tully, and things had progressed to the point where Lord Hoster was invited over to discuss the dowry...but if Jaime wore the white robe, he could Avoid marriage and still see her from time to time.The old Sir Harlan Granderson died in his sleep, claiming his family's sleeping lion coat of arms.Aerys wants to choose a young man to take over the position, so why can't the Roaring Lion replace the Sleeping Lion? "Father won't allow it," James protested. "The king will not ask his opinion, and when it's done, it's too late for my father to object, at least not publicly. You see, Ser Ilyn Payne accidentally said, 'The Prime Minister is the real ruler of the Seven Kingdoms' , his tongue was pulled out by Aerys. He is the captain of the Prime Minister's Guard, and Father dared not ask a single word! He can't interfere with your matter." "But," James said, "then Casterly Rock..." "Do you want the rock? Or me?" He often thinks of that night, as if it happened yesterday.They found a broken hotel in Eel Lane, far away from the eyeliners of surveillance, and Cersei dressed up like a tavern waiter, which made him very excited.James had never seen her more enthusiastic than that night.Whenever he wanted to sleep, she would wake him, and by dawn, Casterly Rock was insignificant.He personally promised that she would complete the formalities. A month later the crow flew to Casterly Rock to inform him that he had been duly chosen as the Kingsguard and that he should go at once to the tourney at Harrenhal, to meet the king, to take his oath, and wear his white robes. Other than that, Jaime's new position freed him from Lysa Tully, everything hadn't gone as planned.Father Thunder was so enraged that he dared not speak out against it—Cersei was right—but resigned as Prime Minister with a bunch of flimsy excuses, returned to Casterly Rock, and took his daughter with him.Contrary to the dreamed closeness, Cersei and Jaime just switched places. He was alone in the palace, guarding the mad king.After his father left, four short-lived Prime Ministers came and went, so that James remembered their coat of arms, but had no memory of their faces.The Huge Hand and the Griffin Hand were exiled, Lords Hammer and Dagger were doused in wildfire and burned alive, and the last was Count Rosat, who was bestowed by the king with the sigil of the burning torch as a hint of his predecessor's fate.Pyromancers are one of the roots of the king's stupidity.I should have drowned Rosat rather than stabbed the villain. Brienne was still waiting for his answer.James said slowly, "You were too young to understand Aerys Targaryen..." It wasn't the answer she was expecting. "Elys is known to be mad and cruel. But he is your lord, the king who anointed with the oil of the seven holy oils, and you swear your life for him." "I remember the vows I made." "Do you remember what you did too?" She stood up, six feet tall, with disdain written all over her freckles, furrowed brow, and bared teeth. "Yes, I remember clearly, and I remember what you did. If the rumors are true, there are two kingslayers here." "Renly was not my fault. I will kill anyone who dares to spread rumors!" "Please, please start with Creo. Your work is still very difficult. According to him, there are countless people who know about it." "That was a lie! Lady Catelyn was there when His Majesty was killed, and she saw a shadow with her own eyes. The candle flickered, the air grew cold, and then the blood—" "Oh, that's great." James laughed. "I have to admit, you reacted faster than I did. When they found me standing in front of the body of the monarch, I didn't say: 'No, no, I didn't do it, it was a shadow, a terrible cold shadow Killer.'" He laughed. "Tell me the truth, there should be no secrets among kingslayers. Is it the Starks or Stannis who bought you to cut Renly's throat? Did Renly refuse your courtship? Or did you come? Don't give a knife to a woman when she's bleeding from her leg." He thought Niu'er would do it.Come on, step up, let me grab the dagger on your belt and kill you with one blow.He put one leg under his body, ready to jump, but Niu'er didn't move after all. "What a rare honor it is to be a knight," she said, "and even more so to be a knight of the Kingsguard. Few in the world can be bestowed with such an honor, an honor that you have mocked and defiled." An honor you think of but never get, girl. "I earned the title of knight by merit, not by rewards from others. At the age of thirteen, although I had just become a squire, I was already the champion of the team jousting; at the age of fifteen, I followed Sir Arthur Dayne Crusade against the Brotherhood of the Kingswood, and was knighted by him on the battlefield. I tell you the truth, it was this white robe that stained me, and nothing else. In short, save your envy, the gods will not Give you a cock, not me." Brienne's eyes were full of disgust.She wants to chop me into pieces, but is bound by that precious oath, James thought, brilliant, and I've had enough of her retarded piety and naive comments.As Niu strode away, he curled up in his cloak, longing to dream of Cersei. Unexpectedly, when he closed his eyes, what he saw was Aerys Targaryen.The king paced the throne room alone, wringing his pimpled, blood-soaked hands.The fool is often bloody from the barbs and spikes on the Iron Throne.Jaime came in silently, in his golden armor and sword in hand.The golden armor is not white, but no one has ever thought of it.I should take off that hateful robe too. Aerys saw the blood on the sword and wondered if it was Lord Tywin's blood. "I want him dead, traitor. I want his head, you offer his head quickly, or I will burn you to death! Burn to death with all traitors! Rosat said the enemy entered the city, he will Treat them well. Say! Whose blood is this? Whose!?" "Rossart's," James replied. The purple eyes suddenly widened, and the noble mouth opened in shock.Completely mad, he turned and ran for the Iron Throne.Watching the hollow eyes of countless dragons on the high wall, Jaime dragged the last dragon king down the steps, heard him scream like a pig and dog, smelled the stench of feces, and then cut the king's throat with his golden sword .It's so simple, he always remembered that moment, shouldn't the king just die like this?Although Rossart is an incompetent pyromancer, at least he wants to resist.It's strange, too, that they never ask who killed Rosat... well, how could anyone care?He was born lowly, and he was Prime Minister for only two weeks, just another mad king's madness. Ser Ely Westerling, Lord Crakehall, and the rest of his father's knights burst into the hall just at that moment, so Jaime could neither disappear nor leave cowhide lords a chance to steal praise or condemnation.Only condemnation!Seeing their eyes, he knew immediately...and fear.Yes, Lannister or not, he was one of the Seven Guards of Aerys after all. "The castle is ours, ser, and so is the city," Roland Crakeher told him, but that wasn't quite true.On the spiral staircase, in the armory, Targaryen's best friends are still stubborn, Gregor Clegane and Amory Loki are stepping up the walls of Maegor's Tower, while Ned Stark and his north People were filing in through the King's Gate.Creher didn't know about these things, and he was even indifferent to Aerys' death: Jaime had been the son of Duke Tywin for more than ten years, and he had only been a Kingsguard for a year, so what's so strange about it? "Tell everyone that the Mad King is dead," he ordered, "and he who lays down his arms will spare his life." "Is the birth of a new king announced?" Crakeher asked.Jaime understood his hint: Is it your father, or Robert Baratheon, or a new dragonlord?He thought of Viserys, the little prince who had fled to Dragonstone, and of Aegon, Rhaegar's child, still in Maegor's Tower in his mother's arms.A new Targaryen monarch, the father of a renewed Hand.In this way, how should the wolf cubs howl, and how should the Storm King swallow his anger.In an instant, he was fascinated, until he saw the corpse under his feet again, and the pool of blood was getting bigger and bigger. "His" blood was on them both, James thought. "Announce it all you fucking want," he told Crakeher, and climbed into the Iron Throne, sword on his knees, to sit in the high hall, to see who came to claim the kingdom.Finally, came Eddard Stark. You're not in a position to judge me, Stark. In his dream, the dead were burning, entwined with a raging green fire.Holding the golden sword in his hand, James shuttled through the crowd. As soon as he cut down one, two people appeared immediately, and he couldn't kill them all... He didn't wake up until Brienne kicked him in the ribs.It was pitch black all around, and the air was filled with the smell of rain.Breakfast was still oatcakes and kippers, but Sir Cleo had found some blackberries.Before the sun rose, they were on the road again.