Chapter 67 Chapter 66: Tyrion

"Tyrion," Ser Kevan Lannister said wearily, "if it is true that you had nothing to do with Joffrey's murder, please show me the truth so you can clear yourself at trial." Tyrion looked back from the window. "Who will judge?" "The matter should be heard by the crown itself. Since the king is dead, the burden falls on the Prime Minister. Since the defendant is his son and the victim is his grandson, your father has to invite Lord Tyrell and Prince Oberyn three times." Tribunal." This did not dispel Tyrion's doubts in the slightest.For a short while, Mace Tyrell had been Joffrey's father-in-law, and the Red Viper was... treacherous. "May I ask for a trial by combat?"

"I suggest you give up this plan." "Why?" This trick saved his life in the valley, why can't it be repeated? "Honestly, uncle, can I ask for a trial by combat, and a proxy knight to clear my name?" "Certainly, if you insist. But I must remind you that your sister intends to name Ser Gregor Clegane as her proxy knight." The whore must kill me and then she'd know Kettleblack wasn't her choice.Bronn had no trouble with the three brothers, but the Mountain was different. "I'll think about it." I have to discuss it with Bronn quickly.This time, the mercenary has always been careful and careful when he gets the money. "Does Cersei have proof?"

"Her evidence swells every day." "Really? Then I have to collect evidence." "Who do you want, tell me, and I will arrange for Sir Adam to send gold-cloaked guards to bring him to the trial venue." "I'm going by myself." "You are accused of regicide and kinicide, how can you come and go freely?" Sir Kevan waved his hand towards the table, "here is paper, pen and ink, write down the names of the witnesses, and I will The honor of being a Lannister assures you that every effort will be made to find him. But it is true that you must not leave this place until the court."

Tyrion would not ask his uncle, "Would you allow my squire to run for me? Just that Podrick Payne boy?" "Of course, no problem, I'll get him right away." "Thank you, let's go, let's go, the sooner the better!" He walked to the table, and when the door opened, he couldn't help turning around subconsciously, "Uncle?" Ser Kevan stopped. "What?" "I didn't do it." "I hope so, Tyrion, I hope so." After his uncle had gone, Tyrion Lannister sat in a chair, picked up his quill, and produced a blank parchment.Who will speak for me? he thought as he dipped his ink.

After a long time, when Podrick Payne entered, there was still a blank sheet of paper on the table. "My lord," said the boy. Tyrion put down his pen. "Get Bronn at once. Tell him I've got more gold than he can imagine. You won't come back until he's found." "Yes, my lord. Oh no, I mean, I won't come back until I find him." The boy ran away. Pod didn't come back in the afternoon, nor in the evening.Before he knew it, Tyrion had fallen asleep on the window seat, only to wake up sore in the morning.A servant brought porridge and apples, and a horn of ale.He stared at the blank parchment on the table as he ate.An hour later, the servant returned to take away the dishes. "Did you see my squire?" he asked, who shook his head.

With a long sigh, he picked up his pen again.Sansa, he wrote two words.Looking at these two words, Tyrion Lannister gritted his teeth with mixed feelings. He doesn't believe that Joffrey choked on food, and Sansa is the most likely culprit.Little Jo had put the cup before her then, and she had plenty of reasons to take revenge on the king.Linking to his wife's unsteadiness beforehand and what she did afterwards, Tyrion was even more sure of this.One body, one mind, one soul, he thought bitterly, she is so faithful to her oath, huh? Oh, dwarf, how can you demand so much from others?

The big question mark is...how did Sansa get the poison? He doesn't believe it was the little girl's own plan.So what if we find her? What judge will believe that my weak wife can kill the king alone? Not even myself! When the time comes, Cersei will insist that we both conspired. Even so, he gave the parchment to his uncle the next day.Ser Kevan frowned, "Lady Sansa is the only witness for you?" "I'm still considering other candidates." "This is not possible. You have to hurry up and think quickly. The adults have made a preliminary decision, and the preliminary trial will start in three days."

"Three days later? Too soon! How can I find witnesses to prove my innocence when you lock me up here?" "Your sister will have no trouble finding witnesses to testify against you." Ser Kevan rolled up the parchment. "To tell you the truth, Sir Adam has already set out to hunt down your wife, and Varys offered a reward. Whoever can provide clues about Lady Sansa's whereabouts will be rewarded with a hundred silver coins. If you find me, you will be rewarded with a hundred gold dragons. We're done. All the hard work, as long as I find someone, I will send her here immediately. You two share a room and comfort each other, I see nothing wrong with it."

"Thank you, it's very kind of you. Have you seen my squire?" "I sent him for you yesterday. He didn't come?" "He came," Tyrion admitted, "and he disappeared." "I'll get him again." But it wasn't until the next morning that Podrick Payne returned.He stepped into the room hesitantly, with fear written all over his face.Bronn followed, a cavalier of mercenary origin, wearing a jacket inlaid with silver studs, a heavy riding cloak, and a pair of fine leather gloves tucked into the sword belt. Just one look at him, and Tyrion knew something was wrong. "You've got a big air."

"If the boy hadn't been begging, I wouldn't have come at all. I'm going to have dinner at Stockworthburg to-day." "Stokesworth?" Tyrion jumped out of bed. "By gods, what have you got to do with it?" "That's my wife's house." Bronn smiled like a wolf with a leg of lamb in its mouth. "I'll marry Norris the day after tomorrow." "Lorris." Pretty, so fucking pretty.Now the Countess of Tanda found a "riding earth" husband for her mentally handicapped daughter, the bastard in Norris' belly had a father, and Sir Bronn of Blackwater took a solid step forward among the nobles of the kingdom.Cersei's move is so fucking beautiful. "Listen to me, what my shameless old sister sold you is a bad horse, this woman is clearly a dementia."

"I want a genius, so I should marry you." "She's pregnant with someone else's child!" "When she is born, I will make her belly bigger." "She's not heir to Fort Sfrank Worth," Tyrion showed. "She has a sister, Falyse—a man who married, and will have children sooner or later." "As far as I know, she hasn't given birth for ten years of marriage," Bronn said flatly, "her husband doesn't sleep in her bed, he just fools around outside." "He's fooling around with the goat and it won't change the reality of the line of succession! After the death of the Countess, Sister Tan, the territory will pass to Mrs. Faris." "Faris won't be before her mother dies." Does Cersei know what kind of poisonous snake she gave to Countess Tanda? Even if she knew, would she care? "If that's the case, why are you still here?" The mercenary shrugged, "Because you once told me: If someone really tricks me into betraying you, no matter how much the other party bids, you can afford it—and it will be double." I see. "You want two wives? Two castles?" "One wife, one castle. Just mind you, the castle has to be a big, big one for me to kill Gregor Clegane." Looking at the Seven Kingdoms, there are many unmarried daughters among the noble families, but the oldest, ugliest, and poorest members among them are unwilling to marry a lowly mercenary like Bronn.A fat and stupid woman like Luo Lisi, who has been fucked dozens of times by mobs and is inexplicably pregnant with wild species, is really a special case within a special case.The Countess of Sister Tan has been worrying about her daughter's marriage, and even courted Tyrion before the King's Landing riot.Right now, in order to deal with her younger brother, Cersei must be willing to match her up. In addition, Bronn is a newly promoted knight, so he reluctantly climbed up to the second daughter of this small nobleman.It is easier said than done to go further. "Unfortunately, I cannot offer castles or dames at this time," Tyrion admitted, "but you may have my gold and my thanks, as always." "I already have money, and besides, what should I do with your thanks?" "A Lannister must pay his debts, and one day I will repay you." "Isn't your sister a Lannister too?" "My wife is the heir to Winterfell. As long as I survive this crisis, one day, I will rule the North in her name. At that time, you can have whatever you want." "Only, someday, when the time comes," Bronn repeated, "and besides, the Northlands are so damn cold, and Norris is warm and soft, you can feel her. In two days, I'll be with her." go to bed." "The prospect is not as good as you think." "Really?" Bronn grinned, "Forget it, little devil, if it were you, if you had to choose between fighting the Mountain or fucking Norris, you wouldn't even bat an eye. Take off your pants and fart." Damn, the one who knows me is none other than him.Tyrion changed his strategy. "As far as I know, Ser Gregor was wounded in both Red Fork and Duskendale. The injury will definitely affect his actions." The mercenary was a little impatient, "It's useless, he's never been good at speed, he's just amazingly strong and has boundless arm strength. And let me tell you, for a man of that size, his speed is terrifying enough, plus It has long arms and legs, a wide range of attacks, and seems to be far less shy and sensitive to pain than ordinary people." "Are you so afraid of him?" Tirisubaru resorted to the aggressive method. "I'm not afraid of him, you think I'm an idiot?" Bronn snorted, "Yes, maybe I can win - keep circling around him, luring him to attack until he can't even lift his sword , and finally launched a counterattack and disabled his legs. Now we are about the same height. But the risk is too great, one mistake, and I will die. Tell me, why should I take risks? Indeed, I like it very much You ugly little rascal... But if I help you this time, I won't be able to win or lose. Either teach the Magic Mountain to die, or lose Fort Strokworth. I'm a mercenary, not a Saint. Shit, I'm not like your brother." "Yes," said Tyrion sadly, "you're not like him, of course." He waved his hand. "Go, go, go to your Miss Norris at Fort Stokeworth. I hope your marriage will be better than mine." Bronn hesitated by the door for a moment, "What do you do next, little devil?" "Go into battle yourself, kill Gregor, and let the singers write a beautiful song." "Hopefully I'll hear it later." Bronn laughed one last time, stepping out the door, abandoning his former master. Pod drew closer, "I'm sorry..." "What? It's not your fault! This guy is an arrogant, cruel, and ruthless rogue, and that's what I admire about him." He poured a glass of ale and sat on the chair by the window.The weather was cloudy and rainy, and the mood was even worse. He wanted to send Podrick Payne to find Shagga, but the royal forest was vast and deep, and the bandits could even keep the hostages locked up for ten or twenty years without being discovered, and this boy Pod couldn't even go to the kitchen to get some cheese. Disaster.Timett's son, Timett, returns to the Moon Mountains.On the other hand, no matter how tough he had been with Bronn just now, he wasn't going to take on Gregor Clegane himself, which would be more ridiculous than Joffrey's circus dwarf.He didn't want to be ridiculed by everyone to die.It seemed that the idea of ​​a trial by combat had to be given up. The next day, Sir Kaifeng came to see him again, and he also came on the third day.The uncle explained gently that Sansa was never found, and Ser Dontos the jester also disappeared that same night. "Do you have any other witnesses?" No.How the hell am I supposed to prove I didn't take poison? A thousand guests watched me fill up Joe's glass...   He stayed up all night. In the darkness, he looked at the cover of the bed, and the faces of acquaintances emerged one by one.Tessa smiled and kissed him; naked Sansa trembled in terror; Joffrey scratched at the throat, his face darkening quickly as the blood drained from his neck.He saw Cersei's eyes, Bronn's jackal grin, Shae's wicked smile—even thinking of Shae didn't turn him on.He started masturbating, thinking it would satisfy him temporarily, but he still couldn't fall asleep. Its daybreak.First day of trial. It was not Ser Kevan who came this morning, but Ser Adam and a dozen or so gold-cloaked guards.Tyrion ate hard-boiled eggs and fried bacon and fried bread, and put on his best clothes. "Ser Adam," he said, "I thought my father was sending the Kingsguard to escort me. Look, am I not a member of the royal family?" "Of course you are, my lord, but most of the iron guards will appear in court as prosecution witnesses in this trial. Based on this, Lord Tywin believes that it seems inappropriate to let them be your guards." "Father, by gods, is always considerate. Please, then, take me to court." He is taken back to the Throne Room, where Joffrey was poisoned.Sir Adam was the first to push open the huge bronze oak door, leading him onto the long carpet leading to the throne, all eyes were on him alone.Hundreds of nobles came to watch—or rather, “witnesses” that Cersei had brought against me.Queen Margaery, dressed in mourning, sat tall in the gallery, pale and beautiful.She was only sixteen years old, but she married twice and became a widow twice.Her mother and grandmother sat on either side, the former taller and the latter shorter, and behind her were crowded with maids and knights of House Tyrell. Under the empty Iron Throne, the high platform built for the wedding banquet has not been dismantled, but now there is only one table left on it.The sturdy Mace Tyrell and the slender Prince Oberyn Martell sat on either side, the former in green with a golden cloak, the latter in a smooth striped robe of orange, yellow and crimson. The Duke of Lannister sits between the two.Maybe there is still hope.Dorne and Highgarden are hostile to each other.I'm going to find a way to use it... The trial began with the archbishop's prayer, asking the Father to do justice.When he had finished, Tyrion's father leaned forward, "Tyrion, did you kill King Joffrey?" He is as straight as ever. "no." "Oh, the Prime Minister is relieved now," said Oberyn Martell dryly. "Did Sansa Stark do it, then?" Lord Tyrell asked. If I were her, I would definitely do it.But whether Sansa did it or not, wherever she was now, she was still his wife.He tied the groom's cloak, a symbol of protection, around her shoulders with his own hands—although it was tied on the Fool's back. "The gods killed Joffrey, who choked on pigeon pie." Duke Tyrell blushed, "In your opinion, could it be the chef's work?" "It's either them or the pigeons, and it's not my fault." There were nervous titters all around, and Tyrion knew he had made his first mistake.Hold your tongue! You little fool, or you'll kill yourself! "The prosecution has invited many witnesses," Lord Tywin declared. "We will listen to their testimony first, and then you will invite witnesses for the defense. Please note that without the permission of the judge, the witnesses are not allowed to speak." Tyrion had no choice but to nod. Ser Adam was right—the first witness was Ser Balon Swann of the Kingsguard. "My lord," he began, after taking an oath of honesty before the archbishop, "it was my honor to have fought with your son on the bridge of the battle of the Blackwater. Believe me, although he was not tall, he was very brave, and he People are amazed." There was a commotion in the hall.What the hell is Cersei doing? Why did I let someone who admired me come forward to testify?... The answer will be revealed soon.Ser Balon grudgingly brings up how Tyrion was pulled away from the king on the day of the King's Landing riot. "Yes, he struck His Majesty, but in a moment of rage. You know, the mob nearly killed us all." "According to the rules set by the Targaryen family, those who attack the royal family shall be punished with beheading," commented the red viper of Dorne, "has this dwarf grown a small hand again, or are you iron guards neglecting their duties? " "Lord Tyrion is also a member of the royal family," Ser Balon answered, "and he was Hand of King at the time." "No," Lord Tywin corrected, "He is the Acting Prime Minister, appointed by me." Then Ser Meryn Tran readily added to Ser Balon's statement, "He knocked His Majesty to the ground and kicked him. He said it was an injustice for His Majesty to escape the mob's rebellion unscathed." Tyrion begins to understand his sister's plan.She made a convincing start by having a proven honest man testify, then sent out her lackeys one after another, and finally portrayed me as Maegor the Cruel, Aegon the Mad, and Aegon the Bad. Ser Meryn goes on to tell how Tyrion stopped Joffrey from punishing Sansa Stark. "The little devil wants His Majesty to remember what happened to Aegon Targaryen. When Ser Boros stood up to defend the king, he received death threats." Ser Boros Brawne himself came in, speaking even more exaggeratedly.Although Cersei wanted to drive him out of the Kingsguard, he still only followed the queen's lead. Tyrion couldn't bear it anymore. "Speak! Tell the judge what Joffrey did! Dare you say it?" The fat man with a double chin glared at him, "I'm not wrong, he threatened me at the time and sent the savages around me to kill me." "Tyrion," Lord Tywin said loudly, "don't interrupt the witnesses. Give you a warning." Tyrion gritted his teeth and shut his mouth. Below are the three Kettleblack, Osney and Osfry who testify about the threat made by Tyrion and Cersei at the dinner party before the Battle of the Blackwater. "He threatened Her Majesty," said Sir Osfry, "and swore against her," continued his brother Osney, "and he said, 'One day, when you think you are safe and happy, joy will be in your mouth. Turn to ashes'." No one mentioned Alayaya. Ser Osmund Kettleblack was well dressed, in his scales and white robes, he looked like a great hero.He testifies that King Joffrey knew about his uncle's plot. "My lords, on the very day his majesty clothed me in white," he told the judge, "this gallant boy took me aside and told me, 'Good Sir Osmond, guard me, for Sooner or later my uncle will plot something wrong, and he intends to replace me as king'." How shameless! "Liar!" He took two steps forward, and the gold-cloaked guard hurriedly held him back. Lord Tywin frowned and said, "Do you want us to tie your hands and feet tightly like bandits and robbers?" Tyrion stabilized his mood.This is the second mistake I made.Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot dwarf, you will be ruined if you get impatient! "No. My lords, I beg your pardon, his lies have enraged me." "His truth annoys you," said Cersei. "Father, for everyone's safety, I advise you to tie him up. You have seen what a thing he is." "He's a dwarf," said Prince Oberyn. "If I'm afraid of dwarfs, I'd rather get drunk on a barrel of red wine." "Yes, we don't have to be so strict," Lord Tywin looked out the window and stood up, "It's getting late, we'll try again tomorrow." That night, lying alone in his tower cell, holding his glass and looking at the blank parchment, Tyrion thought of his wife again.Not Sansa, but Tessa.My lady whore.Her love is fake, my love is real, but from this love, I get joy.Sweet lies, bitter truths.He drank from his glass, thinking of Shae.Late at night, when Ser Kevan came to visit, he sent his uncle to Varys. "You trust the eunuch to speak for you?" "Talk to him to find out. If you want to help me, come to him, uncle." "Row." On the second day of the trial, Maester Balabar and Maester Franken were the first to testify.They dissected King Joffrey's body and found no pigeon pie or other food in the throat. "My lords, His Majesty the King was poisoned to death." Balabar confirmed, and Franken nodded heavily. Grand Maester Pycelle entered next, leaning heavily on a twisted cane, shaking as he walked, with only a few white whiskers remaining on his long chicken neck.He was so weak that the judges specially prepared tables and chairs.Pycelle put a bunch of small bottles and jars on the table and introduced them one by one with relish. "This is ash powder," he trembled, "made from fungi. These three are Nightshade Water, Sleeping Flower, and Ghost Dance Weed. This is Blind Eye Poison. This is Widow's Blood, you Look, it is named for its color, and its toxicity is extraordinary. Once it is drugged, it will block both urine and urine, and within a few days it will die due to the inability to volatilize the toxin. This is aconite, this is stone lizard poison, and this is the tear of Lys .I know them all well. The imp, Tyrion Lannister, had me imprisoned on trumped-up charges, and took them all from my chambers." "Pycelle!" snapped Tyrion, ignoring his father's warnings, "is one of these things suffocating?" "No. So I came to the conclusion that you used more poisonous drugs. When I was a student in the Academy City when I was a boy, my tutor introduced me to a deadly poison—the Strangler." "It's highly poisonous and the investigators didn't catch it, did they?" "Indeed, my lord," Pycelle winked at him, "but that doesn't change the fact. By gods, I'm sure you used it against the king's golden body." Tyrion's anger overwhelmed his reason. "Joffrey was a cruel fool, but I didn't kill him! My lords, take my head! But I had nothing to do with my own nephew's death!" "Quiet!" Lord Tywin said, "This is the third time, if you make any noise again, your mouth will be gagged and tied up." After Pycelle, the endless procession of witnesses followed.Lords, wives and cavaliers, nobles and servants, anyone who had attended the wedding feast and witnessed Joffrey suffocate to death, as black as a Dorne plum, testified.Lord Redwyne, Lord Celtigar, and Ser Fremont Brax hear Tyrion threatening the king; two servants, a mummer, Lord Gyles, Ser Hope Redwyne, and Ser Philip Ford Proof that he filled the golden goblet of the wedding banquet; Mrs. Merryweiss swore that when the King and Queen joined forces to cut the pie, the dwarf took the opportunity to put something into the cup; Gleon, squires Molos Slynt and Jesso Slynt vividly describe how the imp wiped out the evidence and poured the remnants of wine on the floor as the king was dying. When did I create so many enemies? Mrs. Merry Weiss has never had any contact with me. Did she have hallucinations or was bought by the other party? Fortunately, Gleon of the Cue family was not in the mood, otherwise I would have to listen to another song A new song of seventy-seven verses. That night, after dinner, my uncle came to see him again, with a distant and indifferent expression on his face.He also believed that I did it. "Have you any witnesses?" Ser Kevan asked bluntly. "There are a few, the first is my wife." Uncle shook his head, "The trial is becoming more and more unfavorable to you." "Oh, is that so? I'm more optimistic," Tyrion touched the scar on his face, "What's the matter with Varys?" "He refused to come. Tomorrow, he will appear in court as a witness for the prosecution." wonderful. "I see," he moved his body, "I'm curious about one thing, Uncle, you have always been fair and strict, so why do you think I did it this time?" "Why did you steal Ciel's poison? What are your plans?" Ser Kevan asked abruptly, "and Lady Marilyways saw—" "—saw a ghost! I didn't do anything! But how can I prove it? What can I do if you keep me here?" "Perhaps it's time for you to plead guilty." Through the thick stone walls of the Red Keep, Tyrion heard the steady sound of rain outside. "Say it again, Uncle? You persuade me to confess?" "If you will confess your crimes before the Iron Throne and express your repentance, your father will forgive you and allow you to wear black clothes." Tyrion snorted, "This is Cersei's way of dealing with Eddard Stark. We all know what happened to the Duke of Winterfell!" "This matter has nothing to do with your father." At least that's the truth. "Castle Black houses thugs, thieves, and rapists," said Tyrion. "During my short visit, I haven't seen a regslayer yet. You want me to admit I'm a kinslayer bastard, Then with a swipe of a pen, my father announced a pardon, and then wrapped me in a few sweaters and threw me to the Great Wall?" He yelled rudely. "It is not a question of pardon," Ser Kevan declared sternly. "Our family is disgraceful enough. Your repentance will put things to rest, and that is why your father sent me to advise." "Thank him well for me, Uncle," said Tyrion, "and tell him I feel no remorse." "I'd change my mind if I were you. Your sister was determined to kill you, and she has Lord Tyrell's support." "So, one of the judges who tried me convicted me before hearing my defense?" As expected, "Will you still allow me to speak and give evidence?" "You have no witnesses at all!" his uncle reminded him sharply. "Tyrion, if you are a criminal, going to the Wall will certainly set you free; even if you are innocent... I understand that there is war in the North, but you stay there It is safer than staying in King's Landing. The common people are convinced that you did the evil, and if you are stupid enough to haunt the market place, you will be torn to pieces in an instant." "You seem to care about me." "You are my brother's son." "You should remind him of that." "Do you think that if you weren't his and Joanna's son, he would tolerate you wearing black clothes? Tywin has always been strict with you, and I can see it, but his character is also forced out. Yours Grandfather was generous and gentle, so he was scorned by the vassals, and some people even opposed him openly. The foreign lords borrowed money from us and never wanted to return it. In the palace, they laughed at our family as a toothless lion. Even his housekeeper Stealing, too. Imagine a whore, taking your grandmother's jewels! It fell to Tywin to restore the Lannisters, and at the age of twenty, he took on the task of ruling the kingdom. A heavy burden. Twenty years! For twenty years, he tried his best, but in the end he only got the jealousy of the mad king. There is no honor, only cold arrows and insults in the back, but he still brought peace and prosperity to the Seven Kingdoms And justice. Yes, he is the one who is truly fair and strict, and you should trust him." Tyrion blinked in surprise.Ser Kevan was a simple, firm, and reserved man, who had never spoken with such fervor. "you love him." "He's my brother." "I... I will think about your words." "Think hard, and quickly." He thought about it all night, and in the morning he still hadn't made up his mind.A servant brought porridge and honey, but the thought of confessing his sins left the taste of bile in his mouth.Until the day I die, I will bear the infamy of a kinslayer, no, until a thousand and ten thousand years later, my name will be cast aside. I am the evil dwarf in the ballad who murdered his relatives and nephews at the wedding banquet.Thinking of this, he was filled with anger, and he raised his hand and threw the porridge with the bowl and spoon, hitting the wall heavily.Ser Adam Marbrand came in curiously, but kept his mouth shut tactfully. "Lord Varys," announced the master of ceremonies, "Head of Intelligence." The octospider dressed deliberately, her face was covered in powder, and it smelled like rosewater, rubbing her hands while talking.He will send me to the abyss, Tyrion thought, listening to the eunuch's pitiful words.Varys mentions how the Imp conspired to separate the Hound from Joffrey, and how he talked to Bronn about the benefits of making Tommen king.False with truth is better than a lie.What's more, octospiders have documents for everything, sheets of parchment filled with notes, details, dates, and conversations.Due to too many documents, he talked for a whole day, and the effect is said to be manifested.He proved that Tyrion did break into the residence of Grand Maester Pycelle late at night and took away all kinds of medicines and poisons from the state master; It directly proves that Tyrion was poisoned, and the rest of the plot is clear. Prince Oberyn couldn't help but ask, how did he know all this since he wasn't there? The eunuch chuckled and said, "Little bird That's what I said. They are born to spy around and tell me information so that I can pass it on to your lords." Little bird, Tyrion thought darkly, I should have killed him on the first day in King's Landing.Damn it, you bastard, you trust him so much. "Do you have any witnesses?" Lord Tywin asked his daughter after Varys left the throne room. "Nearly," said Cersei, "but at the next trial, I beg to bring one last witness, and that will be decisive." "Yes." Lord Tywin said. Oh, wonderful, Tyrion thought frantically, this farce is going to continue, why not beheaded now! That night, when he was sitting by the window drinking, there was a sound outside the door.Ser Kevan came to me again to confess, he thought, but it was not my uncle who came in. Tyrion stood up and bowed exaggeratedly to Prince Oberyn. "Can the judge visit the suspect?" "The Prince can go wherever he wants—that's what I told the guards." The Red Viper sat down loudly. "You'll offend my father by doing this." "Tywin Lannister's mood isn't high on my list. Are you drinking Dornish wine?" "From Qingting Island." Oberyn grimaced. "Water mixed with paint. Did you poison it?" "No. Did you order it?" The prince laughed loudly, "Could it be that all the dwarves in the world are as sharp-toothed as you? Be careful, someone might chop it off one day." "Thanks, I've heard that a lot. I often want to do it myself before it gets me into trouble again." "I have the same feeling. Well, no matter what, I'm thirsty too, so I'll try some of Lord Redwyne's juice." "Okay." Tyrion filled a glass for the other party. The prince took a sip, rinsed his mouth, and swallowed it at last. "Barely. Tomorrow I'll send you some strong Dornish wine," he took another sip, "I'm tempted by the blonde girl." "Have you found Shataya's place?" "I slept with a dark-skinned girl at Shataya's place. Her name is Alayaya. She looks beautiful, but there are some scars on her back. I was referring to your elder sister just now." "Did she cheat on you?" Tyrion asked without surprise. Oberyn laughed long and loudly, "Not yet, but as long as I can afford it, it will be a matter of time. The Queen Mother even hinted at the matter of marriage, yes, Your Majesty, she needs a husband, who can lead the prince better than Dorne What better match? Ellaria thinks I'll take it, she's wet at the thought of sharing Cersei with me - what a horny bitch. Besides, she doesn't have to pay 'dwarf coins' to sleep with her, right? Your sister's price is not high, she only wants a head, a deformed head without a nose." "What do you think?" Tyrion waited for an answer. Oberyn drank his wine in one gulp and began to tell the story. "A long time ago, after the Young Dragon Lord surrendered Sunspear and pacified Dorne, he left the Duke of Highgarden as governor. Lord Tyrell never settled down, and always moved from one city to another, hunting down rebels everywhere, ensuring We Dornishmen bow our knees. He will take a large army and suddenly occupy a certain lord's residence. After staying for a month, he will rush elsewhere. Every time he enters the city, he will drive our lord out of the residence and occupy his bed. Once, He came to a castle where the lord's bed had a heavy velvet canopy and a little ribbon beside the pillow that seemed to be used to summon the handmaidens. Lord Tyrell loved the Dorne maids, and who could blame him? So he Pulling the belt, the mask on the top of the head suddenly split, and a hundred red scorpions fell. The death of the governor revived the flames of war. Within half a month, the conquest of the Young Dragon Lord was wiped out. The indomitable Dornishman stood up, freed again." "I have heard the legend," said Tyrion, "what on earth do you mean?" "What I mean is obvious. I'd rather hang a belt beside my pillow with countless red scorpions on my head than sleeping beside a beautiful queen." Tyrion grinned. "To each other." "After all, I should thank your elder sister. If she hadn't arrested you immediately at the wedding banquet, maybe it would be your turn to judge me," the prince's black eyes sparkled with interest, "Look, who is better than Dorn?" The red viper is better at poison? Who would hate to see the Tyrells united with the royal family more than me? Now that Joffrey is in the grave, according to the law of Dorne, the Iron Throne should pass to his sister Mia. Sara, and she happens to be my nephew's fiancée. It's all thanks to you." "The law of Dorne does not apply here," said Tyrion, too absorbed in his own troubles of late, to think about the line of succession. "My father will surely crown Tommen." "Of course he will crown Tommen—in King's Landing. But that won't stop my brother from crowning Myrcella in Sunspear. Will your father fight grandson with granddaughter? Will your sister fight daughter over son?" The Red Viper shrugged. "Perhaps I should marry Queen Cersei, if she supports her daughter's inheritance. Do you think she will agree?" Not likely.提利昂第一反应是这样，然而转念一想，瑟曦不是总归咎老天没让她当男人吗?假如多恩的律法得以适用，也就意味着她可以当凯岩城的继承人。瑟曦和詹姆是双胞胎，但她抢先降世，因此做了姐姐。维护弥赛莅的事也就等于维护自己的权利。 “在托曼和弥赛莅之间，我不清楚老姐会选择谁”，他承认，“但她选谁都没关系，因为我父亲不会给她这个机会。” “你父亲，”奥柏伦亲王缓缓地说，“不可能长命百岁。” 亲王的口气让提利昂颈毛直竖。他忽然想起了伊莉亚，想起了穿越黑水河南岸战场时奥柏伦说的话。杀掉这混账以前，我要问出幕后主使。“在红堡内，谈论大逆不道之事极不明智，亲王殿下，小小鸟儿在听呢。” “让它们去听。我不过谈论人的生理规律，就是大逆不道吗?古瓦雷利亚语中有句名言'Valar morghulis'，意思是'凡人皆有一死'。瓦雷利亚的毁灭正好证明这一点。”多恩人踱到窗边，望进夜色中，“听说你没有证人。” “我还指望法官大人们看着我这张天真无邪的脸，就宣判无罪呢。” “你错了，侏儒。高庭的胖玫瑰确信是你犯了罪，决意要判处死刑。他提醒过我们几十次，他宝贝的玛格丽也用那只杯子喝过酒，不杀你难消心头之恨。” “你呢?”提利昂问。 “表象和实情是两回事，罪状貌似确凿无疑，我反而相信你的无辜。但不管我怎么想，看样子你难逃此劫，在山的这一边，正义极难伸张。伊莉亚、伊耿和雷妮丝，他们都没有得到正义，你又怎么逃得掉呢?或许杀害乔佛里的真凶也喂熊了，你说对不?噢，等等，熊这东西，是赫伦堡的特产吗?” “原来你跟我玩游戏来了。”提利昂摸摸鼻子上的伤疤，此时他孑然一身，没什么可隐瞒，“赫伦堡中确实有一头黑熊，亚摩利·洛奇爵士教它给吃了。” “我真为他遗憾，”红毒蛇道，“也为你遗憾。缺鼻子的人撒的谎都如此拙劣吗?” “我没撒谎。亚摩利爵士亲手将雷妮丝公主从她父亲床下拖出来，用刀子捅死。嗯，不错，他还带了几个手下，但这帮小辈的姓名我可不清楚，”他倾身向前，“而把伊耿王子一头撞死在墙上，就着满手鲜血和脑浆操了你姐姐伊莉亚的，便是格雷果·克里冈爵士。” “是吗?你们兰尼斯特终于肯说真话了?”奥柏伦冷笑，“那么，下令的就是你父亲喽?” “不是。”他毫不犹豫地撒谎，连自己也奇怪为何如此不假思索。 多恩人扬起一道细细的黑眉毛，“好个尽职尽责的乖儿子!可惜说出口的却是不堪一击的谎言, 别装模作样了!我知道是泰温公爵将我姐姐的孩子用兰尼斯特的红斗篷裹好，献给了劳勃。” “事情真相你该跟我父亲讨论去。他当时人在君临，我当时人在凯岩城，况且那时我两腿间的玩意儿还只能用来尿尿呢。” “哼，没错，不过你现在却是身在君临，还惹上了大麻烦。你的清白或许跟你脸上的伤疤一样明显，但这救不了你，你父亲也不会救你，”多恩领亲王微微一笑，“除了我，你没有别的救星。” “你?”提利昂凝视着他，“你不过是三个法官之一，如何能扭转乾坤?” “不是作为法官，而是作为你的代理骑士。”