Chapter 68 Chapter 67 James

In a white room, a large white book lies on a white table. The meeting room is circular, with white wool tapestry hanging on the whitewashed stone walls.This is the ground floor of the White Sword Tower. The whole building is divided into four floors, very narrow, leaning against the city wall, just overlooking the bay.The basement at the bottom of the building displays weapons and armor, and the second and third floors are the small rooms where the other six brothers of the Kingsguard live. He had lived on the second floor for eighteen years, and it was only this morning that he moved his things to the top floor—the exclusive floor of the captain of the Kingsguard.Although the room is big, it is still very simple. Fortunately, it is higher than the outer wall, so you can always watch the scenery of the sea.I'll love it, he thought, love the view, love it all.

James was wearing a full-body white armor that matched the color of the meeting room, reading the white book, waiting for his white knight brothers.A long sword hung from his hip, but it was on the wrong side.He likes to hang his sword on the left side, so that he can take advantage of the situation when he draws the sword.Today, he hangs his sword to the right, trying to replicate the same move with his left if necessary.It's a pity that the strength is not enough, and the whole movement is clumsy and incoherent in the experiment.Even the clothes didn't match. Although they deliberately changed into the winter clothes of the Kingsguard, including bleached wool breeches and jacket, and a heavy white cloak over it, they always felt that they were not majestic and imposing.

Jaime had attended his brother's trial these days, but had only stood so far at the bottom of the hall, so it was no surprise that Tyrion hadn't seen him, much less knew he had been there.In fact, more than half of the people in the palace didn't care much about him.Even my own kinsmen regarded me as a stranger.The son was dead, the father was angry, and the sister... the sister had not seen him since she made love to him in the royal sept, by Joffrey's coffin, the day he came home.Even during the ceremony of burying young Joe in the sept grave at Baelor, she kept a careful distance from him.

He looked around the circular meeting room again.White wool tapestry covered the walls, and over the fireplace hung a white shield and two crossed white swords.Behind the table was an old black oak chair, upholstered in bleached cowhide, which was badly worn.In this chair was the bony Barristan, and before him Ser Gerald Hightower, Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, and Ser Ryan Redwyne, Dymer of Darry, "Ser Duncan" and "The White Griffon" Erin Connington... The Kingslayer is a misfit in comparison with these glorious figures. But he sat in their chair. The table itself was old weirwood, gray as bone, carved into the shape of a huge shield supported by three horses.According to tradition, the Captain of the Iron Guard sits behind the shield, and the six brothers are separated on either side of the three horses-of course, it is rare for all seven to be present.The book lying at his elbow was enormous, two feet long, one and a half feet wide, and over a thousand pages thick, bound together with fine white vellum and a bleached leather cover by gold hinges and silk threads.Its official name is "Book of the White Knight", generally referred to as "White Code".

The "Book of White Knights" preserves the entire history of the Kingsguard. Every knight who joins the Knights leaves a page in the book to record their names and deeds.The upper left of each page is painted with the coat of arms used by the owner of the page before joining the Kingsguard, while the lower right is without exception the emblem of the Kingsguard: empty and pure snow-white shield.The upper coats of arms are different, the lower ones are similar, and the middle is the life record of the knights.The drawing of the coat of arms is the responsibility of the monks of the Great Sept of Baelor, who visit three times a year, but writing is the responsibility of the Captain of the Iron Guard.

My responsibility.I have to learn to write with my left hand as soon as possible.The White Code has been lying in ruins for more than a year, and it does not record the deaths of Sir Preston Greenfield and Sir Mandon Moore, nor the short and bloody service of Sandor Clegane, nor the new Pages to be added for Ser Balon Swann, Ser Osmund Kettleblack, and the Knight of Flowers.I want to call monks to come and draw as soon as possible. The former captain had been Ser Barristan Selmy "The Fearless," and his page bore the sigil of House Selmy: three bunches of golden wheat on a tan field.James was intrigued, but not surprised to find that Ser Barristan had even recorded the reasons for his departure before fleeing:

Ser Barristan of House Selmy. Eldest son of Lord Leonor Selmy of Harvest Hall.Ser Manfred Swann's squire as a child.At the age of ten, wearing borrowed armor and dressed as a mysterious knight, he participated anonymously in the tournament held in Black Harbor, where he won the nickname "Fearless", but was defeated by Duncan, Prince of Dragonfly, and was hacked. Open visor.At the age of sixteen, he participated anonymously in the Winter Tournament held in King's Landing. After defeating Prince "Short" Duncan and Ser "Tall" Duncan, Captain of the Kingsguard, King Aegon V Targaryen I personally handbooked him as a knight.Later, in the "Battle of the Nine Copper Kings", a one-on-one duel kills Maris "The Violent" of the Last Blackfyre.He once defeated Romele the Lance and Cedric Storm, the bastard son of the Bronzegate.At the age of twenty-three, he was introduced as the Kingsguard by Ser Gerald Hightower, Captain of the Kingsguard.After that, he defeated all the challengers in the tournament held in Silverbridge City; won the group tournament victory in the Maiden Spring City tournament; Lys II Targaryen returns to safety; avenges Ser Galwyn Gott, brother of the Iron Guard; rescues Lady Jeyne Swann and her nuns from the Brotherhood of the Kingswood, defeats Simon Toyne and Smile Knight, and killed the former; at the tourney in Oldtown, defeated the mysterious Black Shield Knight, opened the opponent's armor, revealing that he was the illegitimate son of the highland; at the tourney held by Duke Stephen in Storm's End, became the unique Champion, defeating Robert Baratheon, Prince Oberyn Martell, Lord Leighton Hightower, Lord Jon Connington, Lord Jason Mallister and Crown Prince Rhaegar Tan Golian; fought alongside his Iron Guard brothers and Rhaegar, Prince of Dragonstone, at the Battle of the Trident, and was wounded by arrows, spears and swords.Later, he was pardoned by King Robert Baratheon I, and was appointed Captain of the Kingsguard.I was honored to serve as the honor guard, escorting Miss Cersei of the Lannister family to King's Landing to marry King Robert.During Balon Greyjoy's Rebellion, led the attack on Old Wyk.At the age of fifty-seven, he became the champion of the King's Landing Tournament.At the age of sixty-one, he was dismissed by King Joffrey Baratheon I on the grounds of old age and infirmity.

The first part of Ser Barristan's life was written in Ser Gerald Hightower's strong, strong hand, from the Battle of the Trident, to Selmy's slender, graceful pen.In contrast, James' record is simple: Ser Jaime of House Lannister. Eldest son of Lord Tywin Lannister and Lady Joanna of Casterly Rock.Served as a squire to Lord Sumner Crakeher as a boy, and accompanied him to destroy the Brotherhood of the Kingswood.At the age of fifteen, he was knighted by Sir Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard for his bravery in battle.In the same year, he was elected to the Kingsguard by King Aerys II Targaryen.When King's Landing fell, he killed King Aerys II Targaryen under the Iron Throne, thus earning the nickname "Kingslayer".Later, he was pardoned by King Robert I Baratheon.I was honored to serve as an honor guard, escorting her sister Miss Cersei of the Lannister family to King's Landing to marry King Robert, and won the championship in the tournament held to celebrate the wedding.

With just a few words, his life is so poor and empty.At least, Jaime thought Ser Gerald should write less about Barristan's jousting experience, and mention his deeds with Ser Arthur Dayne in defeating the Kingswood Brotherhood in one fell swoop.In fact, he was the one who saved Count Sumner's life when he was about to crush his head - although he failed to catch the murderer.He once fought the smiling knight alone, but it was Sir Arthur who finished the other.Ah, what a glorious battle, what a great enemy.The smiling knight is a little crazy, and although he handles things cruelly, he has a chivalrous demeanor. The key is that he doesn't know what fear is.And the Dane back then, the Dane with Dawn in his hand... Seeing that the bandit's sword had broken countless gaps, he stopped and asked the other party to get a new one. "Actually, I want your white sword," the robber knight said lightly, regardless of the dozens of wounds on his body, as the fight continued. "Very well, I'll give it to you, sir." The Sword of Dawn replied, and then killed him with a sword.

At that time, the world was so simple, James thought, and the people around him were like newly forged swords, sharp and bright.My fifteen years old, is it a dream after all? Everyone went to the grave: Dawn Excalibur, Smiling Knight, White Bull, Prince Levin, Oswell River Ann who loves some black humor, Gu Daoxin Ser Jon Darry, Simon Toyne and his Brotherhood of the Kingswood, even straight old Sumner Crakeher...they're all gone.And me, that former boy... When did he enter the grave? When he put on the white robe? When he slit Aerys' throat? That boy, who wanted to be Arthur Dayne since he was a child, but somehow, Life took a turn, and finally became the smiling knight.

When the door opened, he immediately covered Bai Dian and stood up to welcome his brother.First to arrive was Ser Osmund Kettleblack, who grinned at James as if they had been comrades in arms for many years. "Ser James," he said, "if you had been as energetic as you are today, I would not have mistaken you." "Really?" James asked suspiciously.For several days, servants bathed, shaved, and combed his hair for him.Looking in the mirror, I couldn't find the man who had followed Brienne across the riverlands...but neither could I find my former self.The face became thinner and wrinkles appeared around the eyes.I seem to have aged ten years overnight. "Sit down, sir." Kettleblack complied.The other brothers also walked in one by one. "Gentlemen," James began the ceremony when the six were assembled, "who's guarding the king?" "My brothers, Sir Osney and Sir Osfry," answered Sir Osmond. "My brother Ser Garland," said the Knight of Flowers. "Can they protect His Majesty well?" "Defend to the death, my lord!" "Sit down, please." The ceremony was over—while the Kingsguard was in session, the King's safety must also be ensured. Ser Boros and Ser Meryn sat on his right, with a seat between them reserved for Ser Alys Oakheart, now of Dorne.On the left hand were Ser Osmond, Ser Balon, and Ser Loras.Old and new, James thought anxiously.The Kingsguard has been divided several times throughout history, most famously during the noble and bitter duel between the twin brothers during the "A Dance with the Dragon".Is my team in danger now? It seemed odd to him now, after seeing the fearless Barristan at the head of the table for more than a decade.The weirdest thing is that I am a cripple.But in any case, the position already belongs to him, and he must take good care of his brothers.Together, they form Tommen's Seven Guards. James has worked with Marin Tran and Boros Braun for many years, and the two are capable of martial arts, but Tran is cunning and cruel, and Braun is stern.Among the new factions, Balon Swann was famous for his martial arts, and the Knight of Flowers was undoubtedly a model of young heroes. Only the fifth, Osmund Kettleblack, was completely unfamiliar to him. He tried to imagine Sir Arthur Dayne seeing this team How would you react. "The Royal Guards have fallen to such a point!" Most likely sighed. "It's all my fault," I had no choice but to reply, "I walked through the back door first, allowing unscrupulous people to crawl in." "The late king is dead," began Jaime. "He was my sister's son, at the age of thirteen, murdered in his own hall during the wedding feast. All five of you were there, and you five were sworn to guard him." , but His Majesty is still dead." He paused, taking the opportunity to observe the audience's reaction.They didn't even bother to clear their throats, but I could see that the boy Tyrell was exasperated, Balon Swann was ashamed, and the other three were completely unmoved. "Did my brother do this murder?" he asked bluntly. "Did Tyrion poison my nephew?" Ser Balon shifted restlessly in his seat.Ser Boros clenched his fists.Sir Osmond gave a lazy shrug.The last one to speak was Marin Tran, "Your Majesty Joffrey drank the wine poured by your brother before he died, and it is estimated that he was poisoned at that time." "Are you sure the poison was in the wine?" "Where else?" said Ser Boros Brawne. "Afterwards, the little devil emptied the glass in a hurry, just to cover up the evidence?" "He knew there was poison in the cup," Ser Meryn explained. Sir Balon Swann frowned, "There were a lot of people on the high platform, not just the little devil alone. It was the end of the wedding banquet, and people kept walking around, changing seats, going to the toilet, etc., and the servants were even more busy... …while the king and queen are cutting the pie, all eyes are on them and the damned pigeons, not on the wine glass." "Who are the people on the dais?" James asked. Ser Meryn replied: "King's family, Queen's family, Grand Maester Pycelle, High Bishop..." "Huh, that fellow must have poisoned him," grinned Ser Osmund Kettleblack. "Old and pious, I never liked him." He continued his joke. "No," Baihua Qitu said seriously, "In my opinion, Sansa Stark is the real culprit. You all forgot that the wine glass is not only used by His Majesty the King, but also by my sister, and in the whole hall, only Sansa Stark is the only one who would wish to poison Margaery with the king. Poison in a goblet and kill two birds with one stone. See, why did she run away if she hadn't confessed her crime?" The kid has a little vision.Tyrion is most likely innocent.The problem now is that his wife has disappeared without a trace like an earth escape.Maybe I should take over the matter myself, and first find out where she escaped from.Let's start by questioning Varys.No one in the world knew the topography of the Red Keep as well as Varys. But right now he can't do that much, and right now he has more important responsibilities.You said you were the captain of the Kingsguard, my father said, I will not delay your official duties.He didn't pick these five brothers himself, but he only had these five brothers, and he had to subdue them one by one. "Whoever did it," he concluded, "Joffrey is dead, and the Iron Throne goes to Tommen. I want him to sit there till his hair grows white and his teeth loose, and he is safe from poison. perils of blood flow." James turned to Ser Boros Braun, who had grown fat and unabated in recent years. "Sir Boros, it seems that you like food. From now on, you will taste every dish and every glass of wine Tommen eats." Ser Osmund Kettleblack laughed loudly, and the Knight of Flowers couldn't help laughing too. Ser Boros turned crimson, "I'm not a sommelier! I'm a knight of the Kingsguard!" "Unfortunately, you are right." It was wrong for Cersei to strip the Iron Guard of his white robes, but it would be shameful for her father to call him back. "My sister told me how you gladly betrayed my nephew to Tyrion's men. Well, if that's the case, you'll find another way to live. Carrots and peas aren't so terrible. Later, when brothers are in When you drill your swords and shields in the yard, you drill your plates and spoons in the kitchen. Tommen likes apple cake, don't let the sellswords eat it." "You!... How dare you speak to me like that?" "You should have sworn to protect Tommen." "As you swore to protect Aerys, ser?" Ser Boros stood up, grabbing the hilt of his sword. "I...I don't accept this instruction. In my opinion, you should be the wine taster. You...you can't use a sword, what else can you do?" James smiled and said, "Agreed, it seems that I, like you, are not suitable to protect the king. Well, please draw your sword and finish me off, and see if you can beat one with two hands. Which of us Falling down is like cleaning up the garbage for the Kingsguard." He also stood up, "If you don't want to fight, just obediently perform your duties." "Bah!" Sir Boros spat a large bubble of green phlegm at James' feet, and walked away without looking back, never daring to draw his sword. This person was really timid, and I passed the first level.Sir Boros was old, fat, and mediocre in martial arts, but he was still more than enough to defeat him now.Fortunately, Boros doesn't know the truth, and I won't let others know.They were afraid of who I was, and who I am now would make them despise. James sat down and looked at Kettleblack. "Sir Osmond, I am amazed that we are strangers. You know, I have traveled all over the Seven Kingdoms, in tourneys and real battles, and any hedge knight or freerider who has done anything And the up-and-coming attendants, I have heard of it. But why can't I remember you, Sir Osmond?" "I can't answer that question, my lord." Sir Osmond smiled exaggeratedly, as if sharing the unique joy of old friends with James. "I am an upright soldier, not a knight who only knows how to fight." "So, where did you work before being discovered by my sister?" "Wandering about, sometimes here, sometimes there, my lord." "As I said earlier, I've traveled all over the Seven Kingdoms, from Winterfell in the north to Oldtown in the south, Lannisport in the west, and King's Landing in the east. But I've never been 'here', nor been' There'." Jaime held up the severed limb out of habit, pointing at Ser Osmond's hooked nose. "I'll ask you again: where do you work?" "In the Stepstone Islands. Those islands belong to disputed lands, and there are constant wars. I joined the Knights, sometimes fighting for the Lysians, and sometimes fighting for the Tyroshis." It's about money anyway. "How did you become a knight?" "Because of being brave in battle." "Canonized by whom?" "Robert . . . Ser Stone. He is dead, though, my lord." "Undoubtedly." Perhaps there was such a man as Sir Robert Stone, he thought, bastard son of the Vale, exiled as a sellsword in the Stepstones; or perhaps it was just Ser Osmond taking the dead king and The term stone is a nonsense.Putting white robes on such a person, what is Cersei thinking? But at least, this Kettleblack has some ability. Although the mercenary has no sense of honor, self-defense is indispensable, otherwise he would have died in the battle. "Very well, sir," said James, "you may go." The other party returned to the smile, and swaggered away. "Ser Marlin," James smiled and looked at the gloomy knight, only to see the bags under his eyes drooping and his hair like rust. "I heard that Your Majesty Joffrey ordered you to punish Sansa Stark." He turned the white code with one hand, "Please read the book and tell me whether our vows allow the beating of women and children. " "I'm just doing as I'm told. You know, we're sworn to obey the king." "Very good, you still remember the oath, and adjust the object of obedience from now on. My sister is the Queen Mother Regent, my father is the Hand of the King, and I am the Captain of the Kingsguard. Obey the three of us, and don't worry about anything else." Ser Meryn looked stubborn. "You want us not to obey the king?" "The king is only eight years old, and the first thing to do is to protect him. 'Protection' includes protecting your majesty from yourself. From now on, use the things in your helmet. If Tommen wants you to prepare the horse, you will do it. If Tommen wants you to kill Horse, come to me." "Yes, yes, my lord." "You can go too." After he left, James turned to Ser Balon Swann, "Sir Balon, I have witnessed you many times. You are so heroic in the tournament field, and I have personally formed an alliance with you in team tournaments or Hostility, and you've been praised recently for your martial arts in the battle of the Blackwater River. It seems that the Kingsguard is really honored to have you on board." "It is my honor, my lord." Sir Balon replied cautiously. "I have only one question for you. You are loyal, everyone knows... But on the other hand, Varys told me, your brother followed Renly and Stannis in succession, and your lord father was neglectful to organize the army. Sitting and watching in the Shihelm City of Jiabao, I have never acted like a king." "My father is old, my lord. He is over forty years old, and he is also sick. He is too old to gallop on the battlefield." "Where's your brother?" "I will tell you, my lord, that my brother Donnel was wounded at the Battle of the Blackwater and captured by Ser Elwood Hart, and he paid the ransom like all others and swore to Joffrey The king serves." "Yes," said Jaime, "but I have to remind you that in just one year your brother has changed Renly, Stannis, Joffrey, Tommen... four kings in a whirl. , and at this moment there are two major rebellions in the country, he wouldn't want to be the first knight to obey six kings in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, would he?" Sir Baron was extremely disturbed, "Donal made a mistake, but he has changed his mind and is dedicated to serving His Majesty Tommen, I assure you." "I am not concerned with this 'dead-hearted' ser, but with you," James leaned forward, "if our heroic Donnel one day joins the rebel party again, and storms the throne room with an army, you How? As the Kingsguard, how do you choose between king and kin?" "My...my lord, this is too crazy to happen." "It happened to me." Sven wiped his forehead with his white sleeve. "You don't have an answer?" "My lord," Ser Balon straightened, "I swear by my sword, on my honor, and on the name of my father . . . I will not repeat your mistakes." James laughed long and loudly, "Very well, let's go... Remember to suggest that Sir Donnel add a weathervane to his coat of arms." Now, he will face the Knight of Hundred Flowers alone. Ser Loras Tyrell was as slender as a sword, frail but muscular.He wore a snow-white linen tunic and white wool breeches, with a gold belt around his waist, and a delicate silk cloak fastened by a golden rose.He had soft brown curly hair and brown eyes that shone proudly.He thought I was presiding over the tourney, and now it was his turn. "To be a Kingsguard at seventeen," said Jaime. "You must be proud. Did you know that Prince Aemon the Dragonknight was also a Kingsguard at seventeen?" "I know very well, my lord." "Then do you know that I became an Iron Guard when I was fifteen?" "It's also very clear, my lord." The other party smiled. Jaime hated that laugh. "I was better than you, Ser Loras. I was stronger than you, stronger than you, quicker than you." "And now you are older than me," said the boy, "my lord." He forced himself to smile.It's ridiculous.Had Tyrion been there, he would have laughed so hard at me arguing with this naive child. "Yes, sir, I am older and wiser than you, and you should take my tutelage." "Oh? Just as you were once under the tutelage of Sir Boros or Ser Meryn?" This time it was too much. "I was tutored by the White Bull and Barristan the Fearless," James shot back, "and I was tutored by Arthur Dayne, 'Sword of the Dawn'--he can pee with his right hand and piss with his right hand, With the sword in your left hand, chop down five of you—and I'm also under the tutelage of Prince Lewyn of Dorne, Ser Oswell Hean, and Ser Jon Darry. They're all very good men." "Dead people, a bunch of dead people." He was me, James suddenly realized, with all my self-righteous courage and unrealistic chivalry.I am talking to myself.Young man, your only problem is that you are too young. In the martial arts field, if you can't take down your opponent, you have to change your rhythm. "I hear you were good at the Battle of the Blackwater... and fought alongside Renly's ghost. Brothers of the Kingsguard have no secrets from their captains. Tell me, ser, who is wearing Renly's armor?" ?” Loras Tyrell initially refused to answer, but eventually kept his oath. "It's my brother," he said sullenly. "Renly is taller and broader-chested than I am. His armor is too much for me to wear, but it suits Garlan well." "Did you or your brother come up with the trick of disguise?" "It was Lord Littlefinger's suggestion that it was the best trick for Stannis' ignorant soldiers." "Indeed," it worked for many lords and knights, "well done, the singer will sing of your brother's deeds, a well-deserved honor. By the way, did you take Renly's body?" "Yes, I buried him with my own hands. I went to that place alone with him when I was a servant in Storm's End. No one else knew about it, and no one could disturb his rest." He looked at James firmly, "I I promise you that I will defend King Tommen with all my strength, even my life. But Renly will always have a place in my heart, and I will never betray him in word or deed. Because he is the most kingly, he is the best king." No, he's just the best-dressed king, James thought, but didn't say it.When he spoke of Renly, the arrogance of young Ser Loras disappeared, and he became sincere.Although this child is arrogant, impulsive, and young, he is not hypocritical.At least not learned hypocrisy. "As you say, Renly is a good man. I have one last thing, and you can go back to work." "My lord, what's the matter?" "Brienne of Tarth is still locked in my tower room." The other party tightened his lips, "You should throw her into a dark prison." "You think this is the punishment she deserves?" "Death is what she deserves. I warned Renly that women have no right to join the Rainbow Guard, and she won the joust only by dirty tricks." "Really? I knew a scheming knight. One day he rode a mare in heat to meet a foe on a bad-tempered stallion. After all, what did Brienne do?" Ser Loras' face flushed red, "She bumped into... Forget it, it doesn't matter, I admit that she won. His Majesty Renly personally put on the rainbow cloak for her, but she actually killed him , at least let others harm him." "There's a world of difference between the two." The former is my burden, the latter the shamelessness of Boros Braun. "She swore to defend the king with her life. Ser Eamon Cue, Ser Robert Royce, Ser Palmen Clanne, they all swore. You say, with her in the tent, The other three are outside the tent, how could anyone get in? There is no doubt that it is their conspiracy." "The five of you were still at Joffrey's wedding banquet," James pointed out. "How did the king die? Could it be that you were involved in the conspiracy?" Ser Loras straightened up in a rustic manner, "There was nothing we could do at that time." "That's what the girl told me. She mourns Renly as much as you do—and I assure you I don't have the slightest feeling for Aerys. Brienne is ugly, and grown A stubborn pig's head, but she can't tell lies, and is blindly loyal to her mission. You see, she swore to bring me back to King's Landing, so I can sit here and talk to you, except for one missing hand... But this accident I have the same responsibility as her. Judging from what I have seen on the road, I am sure she will fight to the death to protect Renly, but I can't see how the enemy should fight?" Jaime shook his head. "Draw your sword, Ser Loras. Let me see how you fight the shadow. To be honest, I really can't." Ser Loras did not move. "But she escaped," he said. "She escaped with Catelyn Stark, leaving him in a pool of blood. If she wasn't involved, why did she flee in guilt?" He stared at the table. "Renly wanted me to be the vanguard, or I would have put his armor on, and it has always been mine. We prayed together... together that night, and I handed him over to her, and arranged for Ser Parmen and Eyre Ser Mount guarded the tent, and Ser Robert Royce stood guard nearby. Ser Emmon swore it was Brienne before he died... but..." "Huh?" James prompted, sensing suspicion in the other's voice. "The entire throat armor was cut open, with just one cut! The steel plate was cut cleanly. Renly's armor is well protected and made of high-quality materials. How did she do it? I tried it myself later, no matter what. No matter what. Although she has inhuman brute strength, in my opinion, even the Mountain needs to be moved with a battle axe. What's more...if you want to kill him, why put on the armor for him first?" He looked at James in annoyance, "But if it's not her, what if... the shadow?" "Go and find out for yourself," James resolved. "Go, go to the tower room, ask your questions, and hear her answers. If afterward you still believe that she killed Lord Renly, I will Preside over the trial. In short, continue to accuse, or let her go, the decision is in your hands, my only request is that you must handle this matter fairly, and I swear on your honor as a knight." Ser Loras stood up. "I swear on my honor." "Then, this is the end of our conversation." The young man walked out, turned around when he reached the door, "Renly said she was a ridiculous woman who wore a man's armor and wanted to be a knight." "If he sees her in pink satin and Myrtle lace, he will change his mind." "I asked him why he kept her when he thought she was so ridiculous. He told me that all the other knights followed him for something, either for land, or honor, or money, but only Brienne, the only The wish is to die for him. That day, I saw him lying in a pool of blood, she disappeared, and the other three guards looked at each other... If she is innocent, then Robert and Amon..." He said no down. Jaime was thinking about it, "I would do the same, ser." A cheap lie, but enough to comfort Ser Loras. After all five iron guards left, the captain sat alone in the pure white conference room, lost in thought.When the Knight of Flowers saw Renly killed, he went mad with grief, and even shot and killed two sworn brothers; what about me? Should I also kill the five iron guards who failed Joffrey? He is my own son, my son Unknown treasure... Do I not have the courage to avenge my own blood and kin? At least, I should kill Ser Boros, he is a complete waste. He looked at the severed limb and grimaced.You have to find a way to make up for it.The late Ser Bywater Jasling could have a hand of iron, and I can have a hand of gold.Cersei would love it.I will touch her golden hair with my golden hands and hold her close so that I will never part again. It's wonderful.But the matter at hand can wait first, there are other issues waiting to be dealt with, and there is still a debt to be repaid.