Chapter 71 Chapter 70 Tyrion

When dawn came, he found that he had no appetite at all.By evening I shall be condemned.Bitter bile seemed to fill his stomach, and the scar on his nose itched, and Tyrion scratched at it with the point of his dagger.Endure one last hearing and then I'm done.But what can I do? Deny everything? Charge Sansa and Ser Dontos? Plead guilty and hope to live the rest of my life on the Wall? Or gamble and pray that the Red Viper defeats Ser Gregor Clegane? Listlessly Tyrion stabbed a grey, fatty sausage, expecting it to be his old sister.The Wall is fucking cold, but at least you don't have to see Cersei.He had no fantasies of being a ranger, but the Wall needed wise men as much as strong men, Lord Lord Mormont had admitted himself during his visit to Castle Black.Yes, they had a not-so-good vow.It meant the end of his marriage and his power over Casterly Rock, but neither mattered to him.Then he remembered that there seemed to be a brothel in the village near the Great Wall.

It wasn't the life he dreamed of, but it was life.All he had to do was trust his father, stand on his short, misshapen legs, and say, "Yes, I plead guilty, I repent." The thought made his stomach knot.He wished so much that he had done it all, that he had endured it with all his strength. "My lord?" Podrick Payne reported. "Here they come, my lord. Ser Adam, the gold cloaks. They wait outside." "Honestly, Pod...do you think I did it?" The boy hesitated.He tried to answer, but only managed a weak whisper. I am done.Tyrion sighed, "Well, it goes without saying, you are my good squire, more than I deserve. Anyway, I thank you for your loyal service."

Ser Adam and six gold cloaks were waiting outside the door.It seems that he has nothing to say today.Another guy who thinks I'm a kinslayer. Tyrion staggered downstairs, trying to regain all his dignity.As he passed the courtyard, he felt that everyone was watching him: the guards on the walls, the grooms at the stables, the servants, the washerwomen, and the maids.Entering the throne room, the knights and nobles made way for him one after another, and then whispered to the ladies around him. Tyrion took his place before the judge as Shae was ushered in by another group of gold cloaks.

A cold hand gripped his heart.Varys betrayed her, he thought, no, I did it myself, I should have kept her with Norris.Of course they would interrogate Sansa's handmaidens, and I would do the same.Tyrion rubbed the smooth scar where half his nose had been, wondering what Cersei was up to.Shae can't tell me anything. "They conspired together," stated the girl he loved. "After the death of Young Wolf, the Imp and Lady Sansa conspired together. Sansa wanted to avenge her brother, and Tyrion wanted the throne. His next step was Kill my sister, and then my lord father, so that I might be Hand to King Tommen in his place. Wait a year or two, before His Majesty Tommen grows up, and he will kill him too, and crown himself. "

"How do you know so much?" asked Prince Oberyn. "Why did the imp reveal his plans to his wife's handmaid?" "I've overheard some, my lord," said Shae. "My Lady has often slipped her own tongue. But most of it is from his own mouth. I am not only Lady Sansa's maid, my lord, but I am also Tyrion's mistress." , I've been since the day he came to King's Landing. On the morning of the king's wedding, he threw me over where the dragon skulls were, and made love to me right next to those monsters. When I yelled, he wanted I learned to be virtuous, and not every woman has the chance to be a king's mistress. That's when he laid bare his plans for the kingship, and said that poor Joffrey would never treat his bride as he treated me." She sobbed. "I don't want to be a mistress, my lord. I was engaged. He was only a squire, but he was brave, kind-hearted, and gentle. But the imp found me at the Green Fork, and sent the boy I wanted to marry To the first row of the vanguard. After he died in battle, the barbarians took me back to the big tent. I still remember the big Shagga, and Timet with the burned eyes. He warned me that if I didn't follow, I would be killed. Throw it to them, so I can't resist. Then he took me into the city, took me from time to time, and made me do a lot of shameful things..."

Prince Oberyn seemed curious. "What was that?" "It's something that can't be said," tears slowly rolled down that pretty face, needless to say, all the men in the hall wanted to hug Shae into their arms to comfort her. "With my mouth and the rest of... my lord. Every part of me. He plays with me, and... he makes me boast about how tall he is. My giant, I must call him, my Lan Nestor giant." Osmund Kettleblack was the first to laugh.Boros and Meryn joined in, and then Cersei, Ser Loras, and his innumerable lords and wives.This sudden burst of laughter spread like a hurricane, until the entire throne room began to shake. "It's true," Shae insisted, "my Lannister giant." The laughter doubled.Their mouths contorted in joy, their stomachs quivered, and many laughed so hard that snot flew from their nostrils.

I have saved you all, Tyrion thought, I have saved this vile city and the dull lives of each of you.There are hundreds of dignitaries in the throne room, except for his father, everyone is laughing at him.At least Dad didn't look like he was smiling.Even the Red Viper was giggling, and Mace Tyrell seemed about to throw up.Lord Tywin Lannister sat between them, calm as a rock, his fingers folded and his chin resting on his chin. Tyrion rushed forward. "My lord!" he shouted.He had to shout so the judge could hear him. Father holds up a hand.Slowly, the hall fell silent. "Get the rotten bitch out," said Tyrion, "I confess."

Lord Tywin nodded and gestured.Shae seemed terrified as the gold-cloaked guards surrounded her, and her eyes met Tyrion's before heading out the door.Was it shame, was it fear? He wondered what Cersei had promised.Gold? Gemstones? How much do you want? Watching her go away, Tyrion thought, within a month the old lady will send you to the barracks to entertain gold robes. Tyrion looked up into his father's big green eyes with cold, proud golden pupils. "I confess," he said, "a terrible crime. Would you like to hear it?" Lord Tywin remained silent.Mace Tyrell nodded.Prince Oberyn was slightly disappointed. "You admit that you poisoned the king?"

"I have nothing to say about that," said Tyrion. "I am innocent of Joffrey's death. I have committed a worse crime." He took a step towards his father. "I was born. I lived. My sin was being a dwarf, and I repent of it. And no matter how many times my good old man forgives me, I continue my infamy." "Ridiculous! Tyrion," Lord Tywin declared. "Just tell the question. This is not a trial of a dwarf." "Wrong, my lord, my whole life has been a trial for dwarves." "Have you not defended yourself?" "Nothing else - I didn't do it, but now I hope I did it." He turned his face to the hall, facing a sea of ​​whitewashed faces. "I wish I had enough poison to deal with all of you. The only thing I regret about you is that I haven't been the monster you imagined me to be. I'm innocent and I'm getting no justice here. You let me I have no choice but to turn to the gods of heaven. I demand a trial by combat."

"Have you lost your mind?" cried the father. "No, I finally found it. I demand a trial by combat!" My dear old lady couldn't be happier. "He has that right, my lords," she reminded the judge, "to let the gods judge. Ser Gregor Clegane will be Joffrey's knight-errant. I serve." For a long time, Lord Tywin's face was so gloomy that Tyrion felt that the Duke seemed to have drunk poisoned wine.He slammed his fist on the table with a "bang", too annoyed to speak.It ends with Mace Tyrell asking Tyrion, "Do you have any proxy knights fighting for your innocence?"

"He has, my lord." Prince Oberyn stood up. "The dwarf trusts me very much." The commotion became deafening.Tyrion was delighted to catch a glimpse of the hesitation in Cersei's eyes; and a hundred gold-cloaked guards had to pound the floor with their spears to make the hall quiet again.Only then did Duke Tywin regain his composure. "The trial is tomorrow," he announced to the throne room, "and I have nothing to do with it." He gave the dwarf son a hard, angry look, and strode away through the King's Gate behind the Iron Throne, where his brother Kevan Follow closely. Back in the tower cell, Tyrion downed a glass of wine and sent Podrick Payne for cheese, bread, and olives, since he couldn't eat anything strong at the moment.Do you think I'm going to be slaughtered, Father? He asked about the shadows the candles cast on the wall, and you've inherited so much from me in that respect.He was strangely calm, because now he finally took the right of life and death from his father and handed it over to the gods in the sky.Assuming there are fucking gods in the sky.In truth, my life is in the hands of the Dornishmen.But no matter what happens in the future, Tyrion is satisfied that he has torn Duke Tywin's plan to pieces: if Prince Oberyn wins, there will be conflict between Highgarden and Dorne, and Mace Tyrell will not tolerate that general. The man his son crippled helped the dwarf who nearly poisoned his daughter get away with what he deserved; if the Mountain prevailed, Doran Martell would find himself getting his brother's body instead of the justice Tyrion promised, Then Dorne would crown Messiah. Death was almost worth it for all the trouble it could cause.Will you see to the end, Shae? Will you see to the end, watching Ser Ilyn chop off my ugly head? Will you miss your Lannister giant after he dies? He drank dry wine, threw the glass aside, and sang aloud: He galloped through the streets of the city, leaving the high hills. The horse stepped over the cobblestone alley and led him to the girl's side. She is his precious treasure, she is his shy expectation. The necklace and the castle are empty, not as good as a girl's kiss. Ser Kevan did not come that night.He must be trying to appease the Tyrells with Lord Tywin.I'm afraid I'll never see this uncle again.He drank another glass of wine, regretting that he hadn't learned all the song from Simon the Silver Tongue.Honestly, it's not a bad song, especially compared to what people might write for him posthumously. "Golden hands are cold to the touch, but girls' palms are warm..." he continued.Maybe fill in the lyrics yourself.If you live that long. That night, surprisingly, Tyrion Lannister slept soundly and soundly.When the first rays of sunlight came in, he got up refreshed, with a good appetite, and ate fried bread, blood sausage, apple cake, and two eggs fried with onions and Dornish pepper.Then he asked to leave the room to meet his proxy knight.Sir Adam granted the request. Tyrion finds Prince Oberyn drinking wine and donning his armor, served by four young Dornish nobles. "Good morning, my lord," said the Prince leisurely, "a glass of wine?" "Do you drink before a fight?" "I usually drink before a fight." "It will kill you. Worse, it will kill me." Prince Oberyn smiled slightly. "Anyway, the gods protect the innocent. I believe you are innocent, don't you?" "Only when Joffrey was killed," Tyrion admitted. "I trust you understand that Gregor Clegane is a—" "—Big man? I've heard of it." "He was almost eight feet high, and weighed thirty stone, and was all muscle. His weapon was a great two-handed sword, but he wielded it with only one hand, and could split men in two with a single blow. His armor was so heavy, No one else can wear it, or even move it, but him." Prince Oberyn was unmoved. "I've killed bigger guys than him. The key trick is to make them lose their center of gravity, and when they fall down, nothing will happen." The Dornishman spoke with such confidence that Tyrion was almost relieved, until he turned away. said, "Daemon, my spear!" Ser Daemon threw him the spear, which the Red Viper caught in the air. "You want to use a spear against the Mountain?" This made Tyrion uneasy again.In war, a well-ordered line of spears can hold back cavalry, but facing an experienced swordsman in a one-on-one duel is an entirely different situation. "We Dornishmen like to use spears. Besides, it's the only way to offset his huge size. Come and see, my lord. Be careful, don't touch it." The spear was eight feet long, and the handle was made of ash tree. , smooth, thick, and heavy, with the last two feet of steel: a slender, leafy spearhead curled into a wicked point that looked sharp enough for a shave.Oberyn tossed the butt of the spear, seeing the point gleaming black.Oil? Poison? Tyrion decided it was better not to know. "Hope you're good at it," he said suspiciously. "You have no reason to complain. Even if Ser Clegane is as horrible as you say, no matter how thick his armor is, there will always be gaps in the joints. Elbows and knees, under the armpits... I will tickle him anywhere. , I promise you." He put the spear aside. "They say a Lannister pays his debts. After today's bloodshed, you may return to Sunspear with me. Seeing the rightful heir to Casterly Rock, I Brother Doran will be overjoyed... especially if he brings his lovely wife, the Lady of Winterfell..." Does the snake think I'm hiding Sansa like a squirrel hoards fruit for the winter? If he does, Tyrion sees no need to expose it. "A trip to Dorne looks good, I'm starting to think so." "Preparing for a long journey," Prince Oberyn said, taking a sip of his wine. "You and Doran should have a lot in common. Like music, trade, history, fine wine, dwarf coins... the laws of succession and inheritance. Undoubtedly from uncle's Advice will help Queen Myrcella do the heavy lifting." If Varys released the little birds, Oberyn had given them plenty of leverage. "I'd like another drink," said Tyrion.Queen Messiah? If only I had hidden Sansa.When the time comes, if she is asked to raise troops for Myrcella, will the Northern Territory follow suit? The words of the Red Viper clearly imply rebellion.Am I really against Tommen, against my own father? Cersei is bound to vomit blood.Maybe that alone is enough. "Remember the story I told when we first met, little devil?" Prince Oberyn asked, as the bastard of Divine Grace knelt down to fasten his greaves. "Actually, my sister and I didn't go to Casterly Rock just to see your tail. We had a mission. The mission took us through Starfall, the Arbor, Oldtown, the Shields, Crakehall, and finally Coming to Casterly Rock... Our real purpose is to achieve a marriage. Doran is engaged to Lady Mellario of Norvos, so I stayed at Sunspear that time, and my sister and I have no match yet." "Ilya was very excited along the way. She was at the age of flowers, but because of her weak and sickly body, she didn't go out much. This time was a great opportunity. At that time, I was happiest than laughing at my sister's suitor. Well, There's Lord Lazy Eyed, Gentleman with Jam Lips, and a man I'd call a land-walking whale. A little more presentable is young Baelor Hightower. Not a bad lad, my sister almost fell in love with him, until he unfortunately Farted at a party. I quickly named him "Fart" Baylor, and Elya never looked at him except to laugh after that. I was a monster in my teenage years and should cut my tongue out .” Yes, Tyrion acquiesced, Baelor Hightower was no longer a lad, he was now rich, handsome, and famous as Lord Layton's heir, nicknamed "Laughing" Baelor.If Elia had married him instead of Rhaegar Targaryen, she might be living in Oldtown now, and her children would be taller than herself.He couldn't help wondering how many lives were snuffed out by a gust of wind. "Lanisport is the last stop of our journey," continued Prince Oberyn, as Ser Aaron Kogle dressed him in a padded fur coat and fastened it from the back. "When do you think our mother know?" "I remember that both of them entered the palace when they were young. As Princess Leila's companion?" "That's it. I believe our mothers conspired on this plan. Those jam-lipped gents and freckled damsels on display along the way were just appetizers to whet our appetites. Dinner at Casterly Rock." "Cersei and Jaime." "What a clever dwarf. True, Ilya and I were a bit older, and your sister and brother were only eight or nine years old. Still, the age difference of five or six years is nothing. We had an empty cabin on board, and it was very nice The cabin, reserved for distinguished guests, is usually used to entertain some people to and from Sunspear. This time, it may be a young clerk, or Elia's female companion. Your lord mother means that Jaime promised Give it to my sister, or give me Cersei. Or even both." "It is possible," Tyrion pointed out, "but my father—" "—ruled the Seven Kingdoms, and ruled at home by his wife, my mother used to say." Prince Oberyn held up his hand, so that Lord Dagos Manwoody and the Bastard of God's Grace would be reborn. Put the mail on him. "In Oldtown, we learned of your mother's death and her monster son, and should have turned back immediately. My mother chose to sail on. I have told you of our reception at Casterly Rock." "What I didn't tell you is that my mother finally couldn't bear the wait and proposed our agreement to your father. Years later, when she was dying, she revealed to me how rudely she was rejected by Lord Tywin. He informed her , his daughter was for Prince Rhaegar; and when she offered Jaime to marry Elia, he offered you instead." "The offer was considered an insult by her." "Indeed. You see it yourself?" "Ah, indeed." It was a long time ago, Tyrion thought, our parents and our ancestors.We are nothing more than their marionettes until one day our own children are attached to the strings we made and dance under our tutelage. "Very well, Prince Rhaegar ended up marrying Elia of Dorne instead of Cersei Lannister of Casterly Rock. Your mother seems to have won the final victory." "That's what she thought," agreed Prince Oberyn, "but your father was not a grudge. He fucked the Earls of Tarbeck and the Reyes of Castamere for that." and in King's Landing he taught my sister. My helm, Dagotu." Manwood handed him a tall golden helm with a brass plate on its brow, symbolizing the Sun of Dorne.Tyrion saw that he had removed the visor. "Elia and her children have waited a long time for justice," said Prince Oberyn, putting on soft red leather gloves, and lifted the spear again. "Today, they will have it." The outer courtyard was chosen as the duel field.Tyrion had to skip to keep up with Prince Oberyn's stride.The snake is excited, he thought, expecting to squirt venom.It was gray and windy, and the sun was struggling to break through the clouds.Tyrion is not sure that the man on whom his life rests will win in the end. Thousands of people came to witness his life and death.They lined the ramparts and crowded shoulder to shoulder on the steps of the bastions and towers.There were people everywhere in the stable doors, in the windows of the arch bridges, on the balconies and on the roofs.And the square itself was packed to the brim, forcing the Golden Robes and Kingsguard to push back to make room for a duel.In order to watch comfortably, many people brought stools, and some carried wooden barrels.This duel should be held in the dragon's den, Tyrion thought sourly, a copper per head, and Joffrey's funeral expenses would be spared.Many onlookers carried the child on their shoulders, and when they saw Tyrion appearing, they pointed at him and kept calling. Cersei looked like a child next to Ser Gregor.The Magic Mountain in armor is a gigantic monster. Under the long yellow robe embroidered with the emblem of the Clegane family's three black dogs, the chain mail is covered with heavy armor, and the dark gray steel is densely covered with grooves and scratches left by the battle. , there are boiled leather armor and cotton pads under this, the flat-topped giant helmet is tightly fastened to the throat, leaving only breathing holes for the mouth and nose, and a narrow hole for observation beside the eyes. The decoration on the top of the helmet is a stone fist. If the injury had weakened Ser Gregor, at least Tyrion hadn't noticed it from his movement across the yard.He seemed to have been chiseled out of a boulder.The hideous greatsword, six feet long, was thrust into the ground in front of him, and Ser Gregor grasped the hilt of the cross with a pair of huge hands covered with lobster gauntlets.Seeing this momentum, even Prince Oberyn's mistress was moved. "You're going to fight him?" Ellaria Sand asked quietly. "I'll kill him," replied her lover indifferently. Tyrion had doubts of his own, and his heart was raised in his throat.Looking at Prince Oberyn, he secretly expected Bronn to fight for him...or better yet, Jaime.The Red Viper went into battle lightly, wearing only soft leather and smooth silk underwear besides greaves, gauntlets, throat guard, armor, and battle skirt.The mail mail was covered with scales of gleaming copper, but the two combined did not provide a quarter of the protection of Clegane's full body armor.After removing the visor, the prince's helmet was only half left, not even a nose guard.His round steel shield was brilliantly polished, bearing the sun-pierced sigil of red gold, gold, platinum, and brass. Keep turning around in circles, luring him to attack vigorously, until he can't even lift his sword, and finally launch a counterattack.The Red Viper seemed to have the same calculations as Bronn.But the mercenary was used to such adventures.I pray to the seven hells that you understand what you're doing, viper. Between the two duelists, a platform jutted out from the Hand Tower, where Lord Tywin and his brother Kevan sat.King Tommen was not there, much to Tyrion's comfort. Lord Tywin glanced briefly at the dwarf son, and raised his arm.A dozen trumpeters blew at once to silence the crowd.The archbishop shuffled forward wearing a tall crystal crown, begging the heavenly father to make a decision for their innocence, and praying for the warrior to give strength to the righteous side.It was me! Tyrion wanted to shout, but shouting would only make people laugh, and he was fed up with people laughing. Ser Osmund Kettleblack handed him Clegane's shield, a great plank of thick oak bound with black iron.As the Mountain slipped his left arm through the belt, Tyrion saw that the Hound of Clegane's coat of arms was covered up on the shield.Today, Sir Gregor played with the seven-pointed star, representing the seven gods brought to Westeros by the Andals across the narrow sea-they were the gods who conquered and drove away the ancestors under the banner of the seven gods.Pious, Cersei, but I don't think it will impress the gods. There was fifty yards between them.Prince Oberyn strode forward, and the Mountain responded swiftly.The ground didn't shake when he walked, Tyrion told himself, it was my heart that was beating.With only ten yards to go, the Red Viper stopped and said, "Did they tell you who I am?" Ser Gregor snorted contemptuously, "Some dead man." He moved on, unmoved. The Dornishman slid aside. "I am Oberyn Martell, Prince of Dorne." The Mountain turned to keep him in view. "Princess Ilia is my older sister." "Who?" Gregor Clegane asked. Oberyn jabbed with his spear, but Ser Gregor put his shield on the spearhead, pushed aside, and slashed at the prince with his greatsword.The Dornishman avoided it unscathed.The spear thrust again.Clegane slashed at the spear, but Martell drew back quickly, followed by another thrust.This time the spearpoint slashed across the Mountain's chest with a piercing metallic scrape, and it sliced ​​open the coat, leaving a long, bright scratch across the steel. "Elia Martell, princess of Dorne," hissed the Red Viper, "you raped her. You killed her. You killed her child." Ser Clegane grunted.He charged heavily, cutting the Dornishman's head.Prince Oberyn easily avoided the blow. "You raped her. You killed her. You killed her child." "Are you here to fight or to talk nonsense?" "I'm here to hear your confession." The Red Viper nimbly stabbed the Mountain in the abdomen.Nothing works.Clegane's counterattack also failed.The spear swayed around the giant sword, stretching in and out like a poisonous snake's forked tongue, feigning to attack the lower body but actually grabbing the upper body, stabbing the groin, shield and eye socket respectively.At least the Mountain is a big target, Tyrion thought.Prince Oberyn missed almost every blow, but none of them could pierce Ser Clegane's full plate.The Dornishman continued to circle, jab, and jerk back, pulling the Mountain into motion.Clegane couldn't keep him in view, as the helmet had only a narrow eye slit that severely restricted his ability to see.With his spear and speed, Oberyn takes advantage of this well. There was a stalemate like this for a long time.They came and went in the yard, constantly circling.Ser Gregor's sword missed again and again, and Oberyn's spear struck him in the arm, in the thigh, and even hit the cap twice.Clegane's great wooden shield was also speared several times, and by the end a dog's head was looming under the stars, and the oak was torn in several places.The Mountain grunted now and then, and Tyrion heard him curse under a low voice, but most of the time he focused dully on the fight. Oberyn Martell was not silent. "You raped her," he yelled, feinting. "You killed her," he said, dodging a blow from Clegane's greatsword. "You killed her child." He yelled, and suddenly stabbed the spear point at the giant man's throat, but it could only graze the thick iron throat guard, causing an ear-piercing sound. "Oberyn is playing him," Ellaria Sand commented. A silly game, Tyrion thought. "No one can play with the damn Mountain." All around the courtyard, spectators swarmed towards the two warriors, inch by inch to get a better look.The Kingsguard tried to maintain order by shoving and shoving with huge white shields, but there were too many spectators and there were only six white knights. "You raped her." Prince Oberyn avoided a slash at the point of the spear. "You killed her." He aimed the spear at Clegane's eyes, thrusting the giant back. "You killed her child." The spear slashed sideways, scraping the Mountain's breastplate. "You raped her. You killed her. You killed her child." The spear was two feet longer than Ser Gregor's sword, enough to render the latter unwieldy.As Oberyn thrust, the Mountain repeatedly slashed at the shaft, trying to cut off the tip, but such efforts were as useless as cutting the wings of a fly. "You raped her. You killed her. You killed her child." Gregor charged, and Oberyn leaped away, moving behind him. "You raped her. You killed her. You killed her child." "Quiet." Ser Gregor seemed to slow down, and the greatsword was not raised as high as it had been when the tourney had begun. "Shut your mouth." "You raped her," said the Prince, dodging to the right. "Enough!" Ser Gregor took two long strides and struck Oberyn's head.The Dornishmen backed away again. "You killed her," he said. "Shut up!!" Gregor charged with all his strength, facing the spear, and the spearhead suddenly hit his right chest, made a deafening noise, and slid aside.The Mountain rushed into the strike range, and his great sword drew a blur of light and shadow.The crowd screamed.Oberyn dodged the blow and let go of the spear, which was useless as Ser Gregor rushed.The second blow the Dornishman took with his shield, metal on metal, people's ears ringing, and the red viper wobbled back.Ser Gregor was desperate, growling and roaring.He has no words, only howls like a beast, Tyrion thought.Oberyn's retreat turned into a rout, the greatsword slashing within inches of his chest, arms, and head. Behind him is the stable.The audience screamed, shoved, and ran in panic.Someone bumped into Oberyn's back.Ser Gregor slashed down with all his might, and the Red Viper rolled fast, but the hapless groom had no speed.He shielded his face with his hand, but Gregor's sword sliced ​​between his shoulder and elbow. "Shut up!!!!" The Mountain howled over the groom's screams.He drew his sword, and the upper half of the boy's head flew across the square, spurting blood and brains.Hundreds of spectators suddenly lost interest in Tyrion Lannister's life and death, and competed with each other to escape from the square in the most convenient way. But the Red Viper of Dorne stood up again, spear in hand. "Elia," he called to Ser Gregor, "you raped her. You killed her. You killed her children. Say her name." The Mountain turned around.Helmet, shield, sword, coat... He was spattered with blood from head to toe. "You're talking too much crap," he muttered. "You're driving me crazy." "I want you to say her name. She is Elia of Dorne." The Mountain snorted and moved on... as the sun broke through the low clouds for the first time. It was the sun of Dorne, Tyrion told himself, but it was Ser Gregor who moved first, leaving the sun behind him.Although he is cruel and cruel, he has the instinct of a warrior after all. The Red Viper curled up, took aim, and stabbed again.Ser Gregor slashed at the spear, but the thrust was only a feint.The Mountain staggered forward as it lost its balance. Prince Oberyn raised his dented metal shield, and a blinding ray of sunlight reflected off the polished gold and copper and shot into the narrow slit in the enemy's helmet.Clegane raised his shield against the blinding light.Prince Oberyn's spear shot out, like lightning, into a gap in the heavy plate armor, into the joint under the arm.Pointed through mail and leather armor.Gregor uttered a few strangled groans as the Dornishman turned his spear and lashed out. "Elia. Speak up! Elia of Dorne!" He circled slowly, preparing for the next blow. "Speak up!" Tyrion has his own prayers.Damn it, fall down and die! Damn it, fall down and die! It was his own blood flowing from the Mountain's armpits now, and the chest must have hurt badly.He struggled forward, but one knee gave way.Tyrion decided he was really going to fall. Prince Oberyn moved behind him. "Elia of Dorne!" he shouted.Ser Gregor turned after him, but too slowly and too late.This time the spearhead went behind the knee, through the gap between the thigh and thigh, through mail and leather.The Mountain wobbled a few times, then fell headfirst.The giant sword came loose from his hand.Slowly and heavily, he turned over. The Dornishman threw away his rotten shield, picked up his spear in both hands, and walked away slowly.Behind him, The Mountain groaned and tried to crawl on his elbows.Oberyn turned like a civet and charged at his fallen opponent. "Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyah he put all his weight on the spear and stabbed it in.The snap of the ash-tree shaft was as sweet as Cersei's howl of rage, and for a moment Prince Oberyn seemed to grow wings.The snake crushed the Mountain.A four-foot broken spear pierced Clegane's belly, and Prince Oberyn rolled, stood up, and dusted himself off, throwing the broken spear and picking up the enemy's greatsword. "If you die before you speak her name, ser, I'll come after you in the Seven Hells," he promised. Ser Gregor remembered, but the broken spear pierced through the body, pinning him firmly to the ground.He grasped the handle of the spear with both hands, moaned and strained, but couldn't pull it out.A pool of red blood continued to stretch beneath him. "I feel more innocent," Tyrion told Ellaria Sand beside him. Prince Oberyn stepped forward. "Say her name." He put one leg on the Mountain's chest, and raised his greatsword high in both hands.Tyrion wondered whether he intended to behead Gregor or to thrust the point of his sword between his eyes. Clegane clapped his hands hard, grabbing the back of the Dornishman's knee.The Red Viper's greatsword slashed wildly, but the point, lost in balance, left only another dent in the Mountain's armor.Gregor's hand twisted and tightened, and the greatsword slipped, pulling the Dornishman down on top of him.Then they tore through dust and blood, broken spears swinging back and forth.Tyrion was horrified to see the Mountain wrap his huge arms around the prince, holding him to his chest like lovers. "Elia of Dorne," Ser Gregor finally spoke, when they were close enough to kiss.His deep voice rumbled through the helmet. "I killed her screaming little brats." He poked Oberyn's defenseless face with his free hand, gouging out his eyes with his iron fingers. "And then I fucked her." Clegane's fist slammed into the Dornishman's mouth, splintering his teeth. "The next time I smashed her vile head. Like this." He clenched his giant fists, the blood on the steel armor frosted in the dawn chill.There was a dizzying rattling sound.艾拉莉亚·沙德惊惧地嚎哭，而提利昂的早餐涌了出来。他跪倒在地，呕出咸肉、血肠和苹果蛋糕，以及那两份用洋葱及多恩火胡椒粉煎的鸡蛋。 他没听到父亲的宣判。什么都不用说了。我把自己的性命交在红毒蛇手里，而他放了手。当他醒悟毒蛇并没有手的时候，已经太迟。提利昂歇斯底里地哈哈大笑。 后来他在蜿蜒的石阶上走了很久，才明白金袍卫士并未将他带回塔楼房间。 “我将被送入黑牢。”他说。No response.凭什么要为死人浪费口舌?