Chapter 62 Chapter 61: Sansa

On the other side of the city, the bell rang. Sansa was still dreaming. "Joffrey is dead," she told the trees, wondering if they could wake themselves. In fact, when he left the throne room, he wasn't dead, he just fell to his knees, scratched his throat, scratched his skin, and struggled to breathe.The sight was so horrific that she turned and fled, weeping.The countess Tan sister also escaped. "You have a tender heart, madam," she told Sansa on the way. "Not every woman weeps for a man who forsakes him, and abandons himself to a dwarf." Tender heart, I have a tender heart? She just wanted to laugh hysterically, but swallowed it back forcefully.The bell rang, slow and mournful, boom, boom, boom.They did the same when King Robert died.Joffrey is dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, is he really dead? Why should I cry, why should I not dance? Where are the tears of joy?

She found something where she hid her clothes the day before yesterday.Without the help of the maid, it took a long time to untie the skirt.Although I told myself not to be afraid, my fingers still didn't listen to me strangely. "Your Majesty was young and handsome, but he died at his own wedding banquet. The gods are so cruel." Sister Tan and the Countess commented. The gods are just, Sansa thought.Robb also died at his wedding feast.She was not crying for Joffrey, but for her brother, and Margaery.Poor Margaery, twice married and twice widowed.Sansa pushed her arms out of the sleeves, pulled up the dress, and took it off in its entirety, then wrapped it up in a ball, stuffed it into the hollow of the oak tree, and took out the clothes it had prepared inside.Dress warmly, Ser Dontos ordered, and choose dark colors.She didn't have any black clothes, so she chose a thick brown wool dress. The only drawback was that there were countless water pearls on the chest.That's okay, the cloak will cover them up.The cloak was dark green with a huge hood.She put the skirt under her head and wrapped her cloak tightly, leaving her face uncovered for the time being.There are also shoes hidden in the tree hole, simple and durable style, square toe and flat bottom.Be brave, the gods have answered my prayers, she thought, but her body grew numb, like sleepwalking.The fingers seemed to have become ceramics, ivory, or steel. They were stiff and clumsy, and they couldn't handle their hair well.She wished Shae would be there to help remove the hairnet.

At last she succeeded, her thick maroon hair hanging down her shoulders and down her back.The hairnet in his hand was shining faintly, the silver thread was very pleasing to the eye, but the gemstone was black.Asshai's black amethyst.After careful inspection, Sansa found that one was missing, and a crystal was missing at the junction of the silk thread. She was suddenly frightened, her heart was beating wildly, and she could hardly breathe.What am I afraid of? But I lost a gem, a black amethyst from Asshai, what's the matter? It must have been loose in the first place, yes.It just fell like that, onto the throne room floor, or into the courtyard, or...

Ser Dontos says that there is magic in the web, enough to bring her home.For this reason, he asked her to wear it at Joffrey's wedding banquet... The silver thread was strung into her knuckles, and she groped blankly for the hollow where the crystals disappeared, trying to stop, but couldn't stop, like a tongue licking the teeth Hollow... what magic is there? The king is dead, and the cruel monarch who was once her Prince Charming is in hell.But... but if Dontos lied about sending out the net, are the rest of the promises also lies? What if he doesn't come? What if there is no boat in the river and no escape? What should I do?

She heard the rustling of leaves, and hurriedly squeezed the hairnet deep into the pocket of her cloak. "Who is it?" she called, "Who is it?" The godswood was gloomy and dark, and far away bells mourned for Joffrey. "It's me." He staggered out from under the tree, grabbed her arm, and stabilized himself just now. "Dear Jonqi, here I come, your Florian is here, don't be afraid." Sansa wrenched his hand away. "You want me to wear a hairnet. That silver... what's on it?" "That's Amethyst, Yasha's black amethyst, my good lady."

"No, no! You—you—you lied." "It is indeed a black amethyst," he swore, "a jewel of magic." "It's a killing tool!" "Be quiet, miss, be quiet. What kind of murder tool? Don't think about it, your majesty choked to death on the pigeon pie," Dontos smiled triumphantly, "Oh, what a delicious cake. What you wear is just Silver and gems, that's all, silver and gems and magic." The bell was ringing continuously, and the cold wind was whistling, like the thin and frightening hiss that "he" made when he was dying. "You poisoned him. You poisoned him. You plucked a jewel from my post..."

"Shh, you're going to kill us both. I really didn't do anything. Come on, go, they're searching. You know? Your husband's been arrested for it." "Tyrion?" she was very surprised. "How can you have another husband? That's right, it's the little devil, the dwarf uncle of the king. The queen mother believes that he is the one who did the evil." He grabbed her hand and tugged, "Come on, we have to leave quickly, we will be fine in a while Now, don't be afraid." Sansa didn't fight back.I don't want to hear women cry, Xiao Qiao often said so, now only his mother is crying for him.In Old Nan's tales, genies create magical items that grant the wishes of mortals.Do I really want him dead? She wondered, then remembered that she was old enough not to trust weird things anymore.

"Tyrion poisoned him?" Her dwarf husband hated his nephew, she knew it.But can he really do it? He knows the black amethyst I posted on the Internet? Anyway, he poured the wine for Xiao Qiao. Could it be that he put the gem into the glass at that time? If he did it, then I must be inseparable.She became anxious.What to do? Me and him are husband and wife...and Young Joo not only killed her father but also taunted her with her brother's death.One body, one mind, one soul. "Keep quiet, dear," said Dontos. "Be careful out of the godswood. Pull your hood up." Sansa nodded, and complied.

He was so drunk that he needed Sansa's support from time to time to keep going.The bells were ringing all over the city, and everywhere was answering.She walked in the shadows with her head bowed, following Dontos closely.The ex-rider dropped to his knees and vomited as he descended a winding staircase.My poor Florian, she thought, watching him wipe his mouth with his long sleeve.Dark colors, he told her, but he wore an old coat under a brown hooded cloak: the lower part was horizontal stripes of pink and pink, and the upper part was the three gold crowns on a black ground, the arms of House Hollard. "Why are you still wearing your own clothes? Didn't Joffrey forbid you to dress up as a knight again? He... oh..." Joffrey's words were now useless.

"I want to be a knight again, just this time." Dontos stood up shaking and grabbed her hand, "Come with me, don't talk, don't ask too much." They continued up the stairs and then across a small sunken courtyard.Ser Dontos pushed open a thick door, lit a candle, and led her into the deserted corridor.Against the walls stood hollow suits of armor, black and dusty, with dragon scales from helm to back.They passed quickly, the light of the candles reflecting on the scales, twisting them.As if a thousand dragon riders had come back from the dead, she thought. Go down the stairs and come to a heavy door made of oak and iron bars. "Be strong, my Jonquil, we are about to succeed." Dontos raised the iron bar and pushed open the gate. A gust of cold wind blew in her face. She passed through the twelve-foot-thick wall and found herself in the castle. Outside, there is a cliff in front of you.The river lay far below me, and the sky stretched infinitely overhead, and both were dark.

"Climb down," said Ser Dontos, "to the bottom, and we'll be punted to the ship." "I'm going to fall!" Bran is so good at climbing, didn't he fall too? "No. Here is a ladder, a secret ladder, carved into the rock wall. Here, you can touch it, miss." He knelt down, let her lean against the edge of the cliff, and led her fingers to reach the rock wall dug holes. "As reliable as a hoop." Even so, it was too high. "I can't go down!" "There is only one way." "real?" "Really. Come on, good lady, it's easy enough for a strong girl like you. Hold on tight, don't look down, you'll get there soon enough," his vision blurred, "see , it's your poor Florian who's afraid, he's old and fat and drunk and can't even sit on a horse, remember? That's when we met - I got drunk and fell off my horse, Joe Foley wanted my poor head, and you came forward and saved me. You were my saviour, dear Joankey." He cried. "So you have to repay me." "Please come with me. If you don't go, we're both dead." It must be him, she thought. He must have killed Joffrey.But she had to go, no matter for whom. "You go ahead, ser." If he collapsed again, she didn't want to be hit on the head and fall off the cliff with him. "Yes, miss." He gave her a wet kiss, swinging his legs awkwardly across the cliff, probing for a long time until he reached the first hollow. "I'll go ahead, and you will follow, will you? You must swear." "I'll follow," she promised. Then Ser Dontos was gone, but she could still hear the panting, and the far-off chime of the bell.She counted the pendulum until she reached tenth, and then she cautiously walked to the edge, stretched out her toes to explore, and found a support point.The city wall loomed in front of her, and for a moment, she just wanted to run away and return to the warm bedroom in the kitchen fort.Be brave, she told herself, be brave, like the lady in the story. Sansa didn't dare to look down, she just fixed her eyes on the rock wall, taking one step after another.The stone was cold and rough, and she felt her fingers slipping from time to time, and the hole was not big enough at all.The bell continued.Not halfway through the climb, I was already trembling, feeling that I might fall down at any time.One more step, she told herself, one more step.She moved forward reluctantly, because if she stopped, she would be frozen in place, refusing to move until dawn, freezing to death in the cold wind.One more step, one more step. When she reached the bottom, she couldn't help but startle, and then stumbled to the ground, her heart beating wildly.She curled up and looked up at the way she had come, feeling dizzy and digging her nails into the mud.I did it, I did it! I didn't fall! I came down and I could go home. Ser Dontos helped her up, "This way, be quiet, be quiet, be sure." He led her into the deep shadows at the bottom of the cliff, and marched down about fifty yards, only to see a small boat in front of her. , half hidden behind a charred and sunken giant ship, a man was waiting in the boat.Dontos gasped and staggered to meet him, "Oswell?" "Don't talk!" the other party replied, "Get on the boat." This man used a pole as a cushion. He was tall and slender, but he was an old man with long white hair and a hooked nose. His eyes were covered by a turban. "Come in, hurry up," he murmured, "we're going to be late." After both of them boarded the boat safely, the old man wearing a turban slid the pole into the water and swung the boat towards the mouth of the river with all his strength.The knell still rings for the dead king, and the black water circles the boat. With the firm, slow, rhythmic beat of the poles, they traveled farther and farther, past sunken ships, battered masts, charred hulls and split sails.The pole blades were covered with cloth, and the boat barely made any sound.A mist rose over the river, and the little devil's winch tower loomed ahead. Fortunately, the iron chains had been lowered, and they passed the place where thousands of living people were burned to death.The river bank was no longer visible, the fog was getting thicker and thicker, the bells slowly faded, and finally even the light of the lights disappeared, and a small boat went deep into the Black Water Bay.All that remains in the world is the boundless black water, the floating fog and the two silent partners. "How far is it?" she asked. "Don't talk." Although the boatman was old, his body was strong and his voice was extremely fierce.His face was oddly familiar to Sansa, but she couldn't say why. "It's not far away." Sir Dontos took her hand in both hands and rubbed it gently. "Your friend is waiting for you over there." "Don't talk!" roared the boatman. "Voices make ripples, Sir Clown." Sansa was a little embarrassed, she couldn't help biting her lips, and fell into silence.Row, row, row. As the eastern sky shone brightly with the first rays of dawn, Sansa finally spotted a ghostly figure in the darkness: what appeared to be a merchant ship, with its sails furled, and moving at a slow speed only by a row of wooden oars.As she got closer, she saw that the figurehead was a male merfolk wearing a golden crown and playing a seashell horn.With an order in the fog, the merchant ship sailed towards the boat. After the big boat came close, a rope ladder was lowered along the rail, and the boatman threw aside the pole, and helped Sansa to climb up, "Go, come, child, I am behind." Sansa thanked him for his help, but the other party only grunted. .It was easier to climb the rope ladder than the cliff, and after her, the boatman named Oswell also boarded the big ship, but Ser Dontos did not follow. Sansa shivered as two crew members helped her up onto the deck. "She has a cold," remarked someone, taking off his cloak and throwing it over her shoulders. "Come on, are you feeling better, miss? You rest well, everything is all right, you are safe." She remembered the voice.But he is in the Vale, she thought.Ser Lothor Brune stood nearby, torch in hand. "Lord Petyr," cried Dontos from the boat, "I must hurry back to avoid suspicion." Petyr Baelish leaned on the railing with one hand, "You want me to pay the full price, you promised ten thousand gold dragons, remember right?" "Yes, ten thousand golden dragons," Dontos wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "this is the amount you promised, my lord." "Ser Rosso, here he is." Rosso Brun waved the torch, and three men suddenly appeared on the ship's side, raised their crossbows, and fired one after another.The first arrow hit Dontos in the chest, right through the crown on the far left of his coat.The other two arrows pierced the throat and belly respectively.So suddenly, neither the former knight nor Sansa had time to shout.Afterwards, Rosso Brun threw the torch on the corpse, and the boat blazed violently, and the big ship left quickly. "You killed him!" Sansa clung to the railing, turning her head and gagging.Could it be that she escaped from Lannister's clutches and fell into another trap? "Miss," Littlefinger said softly, "this kind of person doesn't deserve your sorrow. He's a drunkard, a cripple." "But he saved me!" "No, he betrayed you for ten thousand golden dragons. Think about it, people will link your disappearance with Joffrey's death, the gold robes will be hunted everywhere, the eunuch will offer a reward, and this Dontos... You heard what he said just now, what he wants is money, who knows if he will betray you again after he is drunk? A bag of golden dragons can be bought for a while, and a good arrow can keep you safe forever," he smiled pitifully Laughing, "Actually, all he did was follow my orders, and this is the only way I can save you. When I found out that you saved him in Joffrey's tournament, I decided he was the best candidate." Sansa felt sick. "He said he was my Florian." "Remember what I said to you after you commented on your father's ruling?" The scene at that time is vivid. "You say, 'Life is no more than a ballad. One day you may be disappointed." For a moment, tears filled her eyes, for Ser Dontos Hollard, for little Jo, for Tyrion, or for herself, Can't tell at all. "Could it be that everything is a lie, that everyone and everything is a lie from beginning to end?" "Most people in the world are like that, except you and me," he smiled slightly. "If you want to go home, please come to the godswood tonight." "That parchment...you...?" "Only in the godswood can it be successful. Nowhere else in the Red Keep can escape the eyes of the eunuch's little birds...I call them little mice. There are no walls in the godswood, only trees, no roofs, only the sky. Roots The floor is replaced by dirt, rocks, and the mouse has nowhere to hide. The mouse needs to sneak, otherwise everyone will shout and beat." Duke Petyr took her hand, "Let me take you back to the room. I know, you go After a long journey, I am tired and need to rest.” The small boat has become a little smoke in the distance, disappearing into the boundless ocean of dawn.She can't turn back, she can only go forward. "I'm tired," she admitted. He led her down the deck and said, "Tell me about the wedding banquet. Thanks to Her Majesty's meticulous planning, singers, jugglers, dancing bears... Does your little husband like the circus gnomes I prepared?" "You prepared?" "Isn't it? I found it all the way from Braavos. Before the wedding, I hid in a brothel. Needless to say, the money was spent. Tibetans are more troublesome. The most important thing is Joffrey... so to speak Well, when other monarchs are thirsty, they will drink from a cup, but as for Little Qiao, he doesn’t realize that there is water in it until he reaches in and shakes it. When I brought him this little surprise, His Majesty said: 'Why should I let ugly dwarves perform at my wedding banquet? I hate dwarves!' I had to wrap my arms around his shoulders and whisper in his ear: 'But your uncle doesn't like it even more...'” The deck shook under her feet, and Sansa felt the whole world shake. "They think Tyrion poisoned Joffrey. Ser Dontos says he's under arrest." Littlefinger smiled. "Yes, you'll be a widow soon, Sansa." This statement made her stomach thump, she really didn't want to sleep with Tyrion again, but...but... The room arranged for her was short and small. At any rate, a feather bed was laid out on a narrow wooden plank, covered with thick furs, which seemed somewhat comfortable. "Look, it's cramped, but it's still warm," said Littlefinger, pointing to the cedar box by the window. "There are new clothes in it. Skirts, underwear, stockings, cloaks, you name it. They're all made of wool and linen, so they don't match." You are such a beauty, but at least you can be clean and warm, and I will find you some nice clothes after you go ashore." Everything is in his plan. "My lord, I... I don't understand... Joffrey not only gave you Harrenhal, but you, Governor of the Trident River... why..." "Why should I want him dead?" Littlefinger shrugged. "Don't be silly, miss, I have no motive. You see, I'm thousands of miles away and I can't do anything. Remember, always let your enemies Confused, always let them not guess your plan, see who you are, so that your real purpose will not be exposed. Many times, the best way is to do something that has no obvious benefit, or even some Things that appear to be detrimental to your own interests. Sansa, please remember this first lesson when you join the game in the future." "You... game?" "There is only one eternal game: Game of Thrones." He tied her hair in a bun. "You have grown up, and I can tell you that your mother and I were not just friends. Once upon a time, Kate Is my sustenance and only, I think day and night, the child we will be born in the dream... But she is the daughter of Riverrun, the daughter of Hoster Tully. Family, duty, honor, Sansa, Family, responsibility, and honor mean that I will never be able to hold her hand. But she gave me the sweetest thing, something a woman can only give once in a lifetime, how can I bear to let her daughter go now? If We live in a brave new world, and you shall be my daughter, not Eddard Stark's. My faithful and lovely daughter... darling, please send Joffrey, Dontos, Tilly Ang, everyone, get out of your mind. You are safe, they will never bother you again. You have my protection, let's go home together."