Chapter 38 Chapter 37 James

The bathhouse at Harrenhal was a low, dark, misty room filled with large stone baths.When they led James in, Brienne was sitting in a tub, scrubbing her arms in exasperation. "Take it easy, girl," he greeted, "do you still have to wash your skin to pieces in the shower?" She heard the words, put down the brush, and covered her breasts with a pair of hands as huge as Gregor Clegane's.Those two small and pointy nipples were extremely inconsistent with her thick and strong chest, and they looked like something that belonged to a ten-year-old girl. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Lord Bolton invited me to dinner, but fleas are not allowed on his table." James tugged at the corner of the guard's clothes with his left hand, "help me take off this stinky cloth." With one hand, he even connected his breeches Can't solve it either.The guard mumbled something and complied. "Come on now," James ordered after taking off his clothes and tossing them on the damp stone floor. "We Miss Brienne of Tarth can't stand you guys peeking at her body." Severe Limb pointed to the emaciated woman who was serving Brienne,... What are you waiting for? You also go out and wait outside.There's only one door here, and the girl is so fat she can't climb the chimney. "

The servants here have developed the habit of shutting up and obeying, the woman and the guards came out in a single file, and after a while, there were only the two of them left in the bathhouse.These bathtubs are built in the style of the Free Cities, and one can wash six or seven people together.James crawled slowly and awkwardly into the girl's tank.After days of using leeches, Cobain's right eye has healed, except for a little swelling.But James felt so weak that he looked like a centenarian. Alas, he felt better than when he came here. Brienne moved away from him hastily, "There are so many jars here!''

"I just like this tank." He carefully stretched his body until the steaming hot water reached his chin.Don't be afraid, girl, you are as tender as grass, I am not interested in your things. He put his right arm out of the tank, because Cobain warned him to keep the linen bandage dry, the pressure between his thighs gradually eased, and his head became dizzy. "If you see me fainting, drag me out quickly, no one will Nestor drowned in the bath, and I don't want to be the first name. " "Why should I care about your life!" "Of course I don't care, you made a sacred oath," he said with a grin.A blush crept up her thick, fair neck, and she turned her head away from him. "Tsk tsk, look, I forgot that you are still a shy virgin." He groped to reach the brush she used earlier, pinched it with trembling fingers, and rubbed her body scatteredly.So clumsy, so ugly.The left hand is really useless.

Slowly, the water darkened as the caked-on dirt was wiped away.Niu'er never looked back, two groups of solid muscles protruded from her big shoulders. "You hate seeing the crippled so much?" Jaime asked. "You should be glad that the hand I lost was the one who killed the king and threw the Stark kid from the top of the tower." , it got between my sister's thighs and wet her." He touched her face with the severed limb. "Look at you, with such virtue, it's no wonder Renly couldn't keep it." He just touched it, but she jumped up as if she had been hit, and climbed out of the bathtub, splashing a lot of hot water.James inadvertently saw the thick clump of golden hair between the woman's thighs.She has more hair than her elder sister.Thinking of this, the lifeblood became absurdly hardened.Now it's time to know how much I miss Cersei.He looked away, not wanting the other party to notice the changes in his body. "Don't be like this," he murmured, "I'm a cripple, full of pain. Oh, forgive me, girl, you protect me carefully from beginning to end, and your martial arts are better than others."

The other party hurriedly covered his body with a roll of towel, "Are you making fun of me?" She made him angry, "Is your heart as thick as a city wall? I'm apologizing. It's okay, I've had enough of you, can't we stop the war?" "A truce is based on trust. You want me to believe—" "—Kingslayer? Well, how can you trust the oathbreakers who murdered poor old Aerys?" Jaime snorted. You kingslayer,' he said to me at the feast after the coronation, 'here, don't make it a habit of yours,' laughing heartily. Why doesn't anyone call him Robert an oath-breaker What? He was the one who divided the country and started the civil war and people just poured shit on my honor."

"Everything Robert does is for love." The bathwater trickled down Brienne's lap and pooled at her feet. "Everything Robert did was for his own pride, for a pretty face and a vagina." He clenched his hands into fists... but no hands.The pain pierces the broken limb, cruel as a smile. "He has to stand up and save the country," she insisted. save the country. "Have you heard the news that my brother set fire to the Blackwater River? Wildfire burns on running water, and Aerys dreamed of bathing in it. These Targaryens are obsessed with fire!" James said a little Unconsciousness.It's too hot here, my blood is dirty, I have a high fever...I can't control myself.He relaxed his body and let the hot water flood his chin. "Let the white robe be ashamed...I was wearing golden armor that day, but..."

"Golden Armor?" Her voice was distant and weak. He floats on steam and memories. "Aerys exiled the Griffin after his defeat at the Battle of the Bells." Why should I tell this to an ugly duckling who doesn't know anything?" By then the king understood that Robert was not some bandit to be dismissed at will. , but the greatest threat House Targaryen has faced since Daemon Blackfyre. So he rudely reminded Prince Lewyn Martell of Princess Elia's safety, and ordered him to immediately go south on the Kingsroad and take over a The Wan Dorn army went north to serve the king; at the same time, sent Jon Darry and Barristan Selmy to Stone Hall Town to contain the defeated army under the command of the Griffin. Prince Rhaegar also returned from the south, persuaded the father to restrain the pride, and called my father To help. But no matter how many ravens were sent to Casterly Rock, there was no response. The king grew more and more afraid, and no one was trusted. Varys added fuel to the fire and made a long list of traitors. Finally, Aerys made up his mind and summoned Favored alchemists, ordered them to bury wildfire pots all over the city. From the bottom of the Great Sept of Baelor to the shanties of Flea's Nest, the stables and storehouses, the seven gates, the dragon's lair, and even the cellars of the Red Keep' fruit'."

"This is a top secret. It was arranged by a few self-confident fire magicians. Even their assistants didn't know about it. Queen Leila had long been indifferent to her husband's behavior. Prince Rhaegar, as the commander-in-chief, He is busy preparing for war again, but the new Prime Minister of Hammer and Dagger is not an idiot. Anyone who sees Rosat, Belis and Gogos going in and out all day will feel suspicious. By the way, he called Chester, Earl of Chester, this is his name." As he spoke, his memories filled up. "This man is actually very spineless, but one day he finally bravely faced Aerys and asked the king to give up his crazy plan. He argued with reason, joked, threatened to dissuade, and finally begged bitterly. When it was all useless, he angrily said Tore off the Prime Minister's necklace and threw it on the floor. For this, the king roasted him alive and gave the position to Rosat, the most favored fire master, who cooked Duke Rickard. During this period, I have been covered in white armor, standing under the Iron Throne like a silent zombie, guarding my king and his cute little secret."

"You see, Aerys sent all my brothers out and left me alone, because I'm Tywin Lannister's son and he doesn't trust me. He wants me to stay within Varys' watch, Day and night, you can't leave. So only I know about those activities." He still remembers the gleam in the eyes of Belis, Gorgos and the king when Rosat unfolded the distribution map of the buried "this substance". "Later Rhaegar and Robert had a decisive battle on the Trident River, and the result was known to all. When the news of the defeat came, Aerys arranged for the queen to take Prince Viserys to Dragonstone at night, but Princess Elise was not allowed to leave. In his crazy head, he had long ago attributed Rhaegar's failure to Prince Lewyn's betrayal, and holding Princess Elise and Prince Aegon as hostages would preserve the allegiance of the Dornish people. 'Don't usurp me King's capital,' I heard him shout to Rosat at the top of his lungs, 'I will leave them a city of ashes. Let the thief Robert be like me, King's Landing blackened bones and roasted flesh.' For generations of House Targaryen Cremation is carried out, there is no grave, and Aerys wants to turn the entire city of King's Landing into his funeral pyre. Hehe, he doesn't really want to die, just like the former "Bright Flame" Aerion, the king believes that the flame can make him... reborn , turned into a real dragon, and avenged the enemy."

"Ned Stark, as Robert's vanguard, led the northern army southward day and night, but my father reached King's Landing first. Pycelle tricked the king, and the Warden of the Westland came specially for King Qin, and the gates opened wide. This time , he should have heeded Varys' advice, this time... my father never fought a single soldier in the Civil War, he was determined to lead the Lannisters on the victor's side, he was determined to avenge Aerys for years Injustice. The Battle of Three Rivers made it easy." "I was in charge of guarding the Red Castle. Seeing that the situation was irreversible, I sent a messenger to urge the king to prepare for negotiations. The messenger came back with the king's handwriting: 'Present the head of your father, or you will admit to treason.' My people told me, Count Rossarte is with the king, and they are not going to surrender. I understand everything." "When I found Rosat, he had changed into an ordinary soldier's clothes, and was in a hurry to slip out of the side door. I killed him with a sword, and then I killed Iris, in case he sent someone else to deliver the message. For several days, I ran all over the city and killed all the participants. Belis offered gold as a bribe, and Gorgos begged for forgiveness with tears. Oh, the sword is undoubtedly a kind of mercy compared with fire, and Gorgos is not worthy of the traitor .” The temperature of the water gradually cooled, and James opened his eyes and found himself staring at the severed limb of his right hand involuntarily.That's what makes me a regicide.The goat stripped me of my glory and shame, and what is left? Who am I now? Niu'er put on a ridiculous pose, holding the towel firmly with both hands, leaning against her chest, with a pair of thick white thighs sticking out from underneath. "My story left you speechless? Come on, call me, kiss me, call me a liar. Reaction." "If it's true, why doesn't anyone know?" "The Kingsguard swears to protect the king's secrets. Do you want me to break my oath?" He smiled. "You think the noble Duke of Winterfell will come to listen to my feeble explanation? What a man of honor, he looks at me Find me guilty!" James was about to climb out, the water was already cold. "What qualifications does Benlang have to judge the lion? What qualifications?" His body trembled violently, and his severed limbs swept to the edge of the bathtub. Excruciating pain... the bathroom is upside down.Brienne catches him before he falls.Her hands were wet, cold, and trembling, but they still had strength, and she lifted him up with unexpected tenderness.Softer than Cersei.As she helped him out of the tub, he thought, his legs numb. "Guard!" He heard Niu'er shout, "Something happened to the Kingslayer!" James, James thought vaguely, my name is James. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the wet floor, the guards, Niuer and Qybain looked at him with concern.Brienne was still naked, though she seemed to have forgotten that for a while. "Because of the heat," Keben Xuetu diagnosed.No, he's not a maester, he doesn't have a necklace. "He still has filth in his blood and is malnourished. What are you feeding him?" "Bugs, horse urine, and mortar," James replied. "Bread, water and porridge," the guard declared, "and he hardly eats, what can we do with him?" "I don't care about it. You have to help him bathe, dress, and bring him to the King Burning Tower," said Cobain. "Lord Bolton is waiting for him to have dinner. Time is running out." "Give me the clean clothes," Brienne said, "and I'll help him wash and change." Everyone was willing to throw the task to her, so James was hurriedly lifted and sat on the stone bench by the wall.Brienne got her own towel, found a stiff brush, and scrubbed him.A guard brought razors, and Qyburn sent coarse underclothes, Yu Jing's black wool breeches, a loose green tunic, and a leather vest with a knot in the front.James was much more conscious, but his body was irreparably damaged, and with the help of Niu, he had just put on his clothes. "Okay, everything is ready, only the silver mirror and the hair comber are missing." The ex-maester with the blood troupe brought clean clothes for Brienne too: a faded pink satin dress and linen underwear. "I'm sorry, miss, but this is the only costume you can wear in the whole town." Obviously, the dress was made for a woman with slimmer arms, shorter legs, and larger breasts, and the beautiful Myrish lace couldn't hide the scars on Brienne's skin.All in all, girls in women's clothing look downright funny.She has wider shoulders and a thicker neck than mine, James thought. No wonder she only wears armor.Pink doesn't suit her either.A series of cruel jokes formed in James' mind, but he didn't say them.Just don't mess with her, she can't beat her with one hand. Cobain brought the water bottle. "What's this?" Jaime asked, seeing the chainless maester offering him a drink. "Vinegar infused with licorice, mixed with honey and cloves. Drink it and you'll gain strength and clear your mind." "Give me the potion that can grow newbies," James said, "I just want this." "Drink it up," Brienne said sternly.He complied. After half an hour, he found the strength to stand up.Compared with the damp and stuffy warmth of the bathhouse, the air outside was like a cold slap. "Your Excellency will see him immediately," the guard told Qyburn, "even her. Shall I carry him?" "I can walk. Brienne, give me a hand." James took her hand and let them lead him across the courtyard into a drafty hall.This place is even bigger than the throne room in King's Landing. There are huge fireplaces by the wall, one every ten feet, it's hard to count, but now there is no fire, and the chill is piercing.A dozen or so spearmen in fur cloaks guarded the gate and the steps leading to the two flights of stairs above.In this infinite void, on the smooth slate floor, stood a plank table, where the Lord of the Dreadfort and his squires were waiting for him. "My lord," Brienne said after approaching. Roose Bolton's eyes were lighter than rock but darker than milk, and his voice was as soft as a spider's. "I'm glad to see you on the mend, sir. Please take a seat, madam." He gestured to a table covered with cheese, bread, cold meats, and fruit. "Do you want red wine or white wine? It's a pity that the color is not very good. Sir Amory emptied the Countess of He'an's wine cellar." "I believe you executed him for this." James sat down so that Bolton would not notice his weakness. "White wine is Stark's thing. I want to be a respectable Lannister and drink red." "I drink water," Brienne said. "Alma, pour red wine for Sir James, water for Miss Brienne, and rum for me." Bolton dismissed the guards with a wave of his hand, and everyone left without saying a word. James habitually stretched out his right hand to grab the wine glass. When the severed limb touched the glass, countless bright red spots were left on the clean linen bandage. He hurriedly stretched out his left hand to catch the wine glass before it fell over.Bolton pretended not to mind his embarrassment, and the northern nobleman nibbled at his food with delicacy and determination. "Try preserved plums, Ser Jaime's soil. Sweet and good for the stomach. Lord Vargo got them from some inn he burned." "My stomach is very good. Goats are not adults. Besides, I am not interested in preserved plums. I only care about your calculations." "The part about you?" A faint smile played on Roose Bolton's lips. "You are a thorny trophy, sir, and there is discord and strife wherever you go, and my happy old home in Harrenhal has been disturbed by you." His voice was a whisper within a whisper. "The city of Riverrun has turned upside down. Did you know that Edmure Tully offered a reward of a thousand golden dragons?" So simple? "My older sister will pay ten times the price." "Will it?" He laughed again, and then his expression suddenly became serious. "Ten thousand golden dragons is a lot of money, but Lord Karstark's promise is worth considering. He promised to give his daughter to whoever sacrificed your head." "You leave that to the goat," James said. Bolton chuckled, "Did you know that when we took the castle, Harion Karstark was here as a prisoner? Later, I gave him all the Karstark men and asked him to follow Groo I hope he doesn't have any accidents in Duskendale...or Miss Alys Karstark will be the only heir of their family." He selected another piece of candied fruit. "Lucky for you, I just married Lady Varda Frey in the Twins." "Beauty Varda?" James awkwardly held the bread with his severed limb, tearing it with his left hand. "Fatty Varda. Lord Frey generously promised a dowry of the bride's weight in silver, so I'll pick her. Help Ser Jaime tear the bread, Alma." The boy tore off a fist-sized piece from a loaf of bread and handed it to James.Brienne started on her own. "Lord Bolton," she asked, "I hear you intend to give Harrenhal to Vargo Hurt?" "That was a good deal," Lord Bolton explained. "The Lannisters are not the only ones who know how to pay their debts. Anyway, I have to leave soon. The wedding of Edmure Tully and Roslin Frey is coming soon." It's at the Twins, and the king wants me to be there." "Edmure's wedding?" said Jaime. "Where's Robb Stark?" "His Majesty Robb is married." Bolton spat the core into his palm and threw it aside. "He married Westerling of the Crag, named Jeyne. You must know her, ser, her father was your father's vassal." "My father had many vassals, and they had many daughters," James said, raising his glass in his left hand, trying to recall this Jeyne.Remember that Westerling is an ancient family, full of pride, but no strength, why... "That's impossible," Brienne objected stubbornly. "King Robb promised to marry the Freys. How could he break his vow? He—" "—just a boy of sixteen," said Roose Bolton mildly, "please don't question me, miss." James felt a little sad for Robb Stark.He won battles in the field and lost them in bed, poor fool. "Lord Walder will have trout instead of wolf?" he asked. "Oh, at least trout is better," he pointed to his squire with a pale finger. "It was poor Alma who was the real victim. He was engaged to Arya Stark, but his kind old father couldn't bear King Robb's betrayal, so he had to break the engagement for him." "Any news about Arya Stark?" Brienne leaned over immediately, "Lady Catelyn thought... the girl was alive?" "Oh, yes," assured the Lord of the Dreadfort. "Have you any definite news, my lord?" Roose Bolton shrugged, "Arya Stark was indeed missing for a while, but she was found again later. I will bring her back safely to the North." "And her sister?" Brienne was anxious. "Tyrion Lannister agreed to exchange two girls for his brother." The Lord of the Dreadfort found it amusing. "Did no one tell you, miss? Lannisters are liars." "Can this be considered an insult to my family's honor?" James picked up the cheese knife with his left hand. "Flat and blunt," he commented, sliding his thumb across the edge of the blade, "but big enough to pierce your eyes." His brow was covered with sweat, and he hoped he wasn't acting as weak as he felt inside. A faint smile returned to Lord Bolton's lips. "For a man who can't even tear a piece of bread, you've got a lot to say. My people are everywhere here, I remind you." "Everywhere, but too far away." James glanced around the long hall. "When they get here, you'll be as dead as Aerys." "How can a guest threaten a host with cheese and olives?" Lord Bolton condemned. "At least in our north, everyone still regards the guest's rights as a sacred and inviolable agreement." "I am your captive, not your guest. Your goat cut off my hand, and you thought that a few pieces of preserved fruit would settle the matter, so you gave up on it before it was too late." Roose Bolton said slowly: "Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I should give you as a wedding gift to Edmure Tully... Maybe I should punish you, just like your sister killed Ed Stark." "I thought it was very unwise. Everyone in the world knows that Casterly Rock City must avenge its enemies." "Thousands of leagues of mountains and seas and marshes between my castle and your rock. How about House Lannister Nebolton?" "The Lannister family is also known for their friendship and reputation." James gradually understood the rules of the game.Does Niuer understand? He dare not look. "I don't know if smart people should consider you a friend." Roose Bolton gestured to the boy. "Erma, cut the meat for the guests." The roast was for Brienne first, but she didn't bother to eat it. "My lord," she said, "Sir Jaime is the ransom of Lady Catelyn's two daughters. Please release us another day, and let us close the deal." "The news of the escape came from Riverrun, but as for the exchange, I never heard of it. Miss, you have constituted treason for assisting the escape of the captives." The big girl stood up. "Everything I do, I serve Lady Stark." "My lord is the King in the North—or, as some say, 'lost the King in the North.' His Majesty does not wish to send Ser Jaime back to House Lannister." "Sit down and eat, Brienne," urged James.Alma put a piece of roast on his plate, charred and bloody. "Lord Bolton wants to kill us, so he won't waste the precious candied plums. It's better to keep them for his own stomach." He stared at the barbecue, and finally admitted that he couldn't eat with one hand.I'm not even worth a girl these days, he figured, plus a goat to seal the deal.And the way the girl went back, Mrs. Caitlin would certainly not like it.Thinking of this, he made a face.Needless to say, I will blame everything on me in the end. Roose Bolton sliced ​​meat methodically, blood running down the plate. "Miss Brienne, if I tell you that I am willing to let Sir James go on the road and fulfill your and Mrs. Stark's wishes, will you sit down and eat?" "I...will you let us go?" Niu'er said warily, but she sat down. "Thank you, my lord." "It's all right. The problem is that Lord Vargo has caused me a little... little trouble." He turned pale eyes to James. "Do you know why the goat chopped off your hand?" "He likes to cut limbs off." The linen on the severed limbs was stained with blood and wine. "No reason." "No, he has a purpose. Goats are much smarter than they look. What you need to lead a team like the Warriors for a long time is a brain." Bolton forked a large piece of meat with a dagger, brought it to his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then swallowed Down. "I offered Harrenhal as a bribe, and Lord Varger betrayed the Lannisters just now, because he knew it was a thousand times more than any price your father could offer. But in turn, as a stranger, he Not understanding that the prize is toxic." "The curse of Harron the Black?" James laughed. "The curse of Tywin Lannister." Bolton held out his glass, and Alma quickly filled it. "My goat doesn't know the Tarbeck family or the Reyes family, and doesn't know your father's methods of dealing with traitors." "There have been no Tarbecks or Reyes's for a long time," James said. "I believe so. Lord Vargo is clearly preoccupied with Stannis' triumph at King's Landing, and then formally recognizes his fiefdom for his modest contribution to resisting the Lannisters." He chuckled dryly. "Yes, I'm afraid he doesn't know Stannis Baratheon either. The fellow might give him Harrenhal . . . and a rope, too." "A rope is too light for what my father will cost him," James said. "He has reached a consensus with you on this point. Right now, Stannis is defeated and Renly is killed. Only the Stark family can protect him from Lord Tywin's revenge. Unfortunately, even this chance is getting slimmer." "King Robb is invincible," Brienne said firmly, as stubborn as ever. "Yes, invincible, but one after another lost the Freys, the Karstarks, Winterfell and the whole of the North. It's a pity, the Young Wolf Lord is only sixteen years old, and a child of his age always thinks he is strong and immortal .In my opinion, the old-fashioned way is to look for opportunities to kneel. The end of war is always peace, and the premise of peace is forgiveness... At least, Robb Stark can keep Juelu, and it is difficult for people like Vargo Hurt Already." Bolton gave him a very slight smile. "Both sides are using him, but neither side will shed a tear for what happened to him. The Warriors didn't take part in the Battle of the Blackwater, but their death sentence was there." "You can forgive my glee." "Oh, don't you feel a little sorry for my poor, damned goat? Oh, but the gods are...otherwise why would you be handed over to him?" Bolton chewed another slice Meat. "Kahoe City is far smaller than Harrenhal in terms of size and influence, but fortunately it is located outside the reach of Lion's Claw. As long as Miss Alys Karstark is married, the goat can become a veritable Lord Lord. He wants to blackmail your father and sell you to Lord Rickard. It's the girl he wants, the refuge." "If you want to sell you, you must first keep you, and there are dangers everywhere in the river. Glover and Tao Ha were defeated in the Hall of Evening Appearance. Their troops fled in all directions and were hunted down by the Magic Mountain; a thousand Kashi In order to catch you, Tucker's men continued to search in the east and south directions of Riverrun City; in addition, there are also the men of the Dai Rui family who have no land and no land, the increasingly rampant wolves and the bandits led by King Lightning. Seriously , get caught by Dondarrion, and he'll hang you from the same tree as the goat." The Lord of Dreadfort sucked the blood from the dinner plate with a piece of bread. "Only by locking you up in Harrenhal can he make deals with peace of mind, but here, not only are his warriors smaller than mine, they are even smaller than Sir Aenys's. There is no doubt that he is afraid I give you back to Edmure at Riverrun . . . even to your father." "But in crippling you, he achieved three goals in one fell swoop: to remove potential threats, to give your father a terrible token, and to offset your value to me-he is mine, I am King Robb's man, If you want to blame me, you have to find me first. So you see... this is my little trouble." He stared at James, his pale eyes unblinking, full of hints, full of chill. I see. "You want me to wash you up, you want me to tell father it's none of your business," Jaime laughed, "send me to Cersei, my lord, and I'll blow it all I can Your favor to me." He knew that if he said no, Bolton would immediately throw him back to the goat. "If I still have my hand, I will write now. Tell my father how I was hurt by the mercenaries he brought across the sea, and how I was saved by the noble Lord Bolton." "I trust your promise, ser." These words are rare. "So, when will you let me go? And how will you protect me from wolves and bandits and Karstarks?" "Qyburn said that I will send you away when you are able to go on the road, and my guard captain Wharton will lead a large number of elite soldiers to follow and protect him. He is nicknamed 'Iron Leg', a soldier as loyal as steel, and will ensure your safety Return to King's Landing safe and sound." "I still have to make sure that Mrs. Caitlin's daughters are brought back safe and sound," Niu'er reminded, "My lord, thank you for asking Mr. Wharton to protect you, but it is my responsibility to return the girls." Lord Bolton glanced at her indifferently. "Miss, those two girls are none of your business. Miss Sansa is the Imp's wife, and only the gods can separate them." "Madame?" Brienne was surprised, "The little devil's wife? But he...he swore an oath in the court, and all the civil and military and gods of the court can testify..." What a naive child.In fact, James was as surprised as she was, but he knew how to hide.Sansa Stark, I hope you bring laughter to Tyrion.He remembered the happy times his brother had spent with the farmer's little girl...even if it had only been for half a month. "It doesn't matter whether the little devil swears or not," Lord Bolton announced, "especially it doesn't matter to you." Finally realized that the steel teeth of the trap had been firmly closed. "Since Sir James has decided to continue his journey to King's Landing, I'm afraid you have to stay. I can't deprive Lord Vargo of two trophies at the same time." The Earl of Dreadfort picked up another preserved plum, "If I were you, Miss, I don't care about Stark, I should worry about the sapphire."