Chapter 78 Chapter 77: Tyrion

There was a sound outside the heavy wooden door, and Tyrion Lannister knew his own death was near. It's time, he thought, come on, come on, make it over.He tried to stand up, but his legs and feet were numb from lying down for a long time, so he had to bend down and rub his muscles and bones.Damn, I can't hobble to the execution ground. He wondered if they would do it right away, or if they would be paraded through the streets and let Ser Ilyn Payne execute him.After the trial by combat scene, my dear old sister and kind father would have preferred to let me disappear quietly, lest I continue to lose face in public.If you take me to the street, I will definitely tell some interesting stories to the common people, they won't be so stupid, right?

The key was turned, and the cell door slammed open suddenly.Tyrion leaned against the damp wall, longing for a weapon in his hands.It's okay, I can still kick and bite and taste blood.I only hope that I can say a few shocking last words, just shouting "fuck you!" is not enough to leave a name in history. The flames shone on his face, and he raised his hand to shield it. "Come on, are you afraid of even dwarves? Come and kill me, you son of a bitch!" His voice was hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time. "That's what you say about our mother?" The other party came in with a torch in his left hand, "The black prison in Riverrun is not so damp and cold, but it's much more eerie."

Tyrion was breathless for a while, "Is that you?" "Yeah, most of me," said James, haggard and short-haired, "a hand was forgotten at Harrenhal—it wasn't Father's idea to send the Warriors across Haiti." He raised his hand. He held up his right hand, and showed Tyrion the severed limb. My brother laughed hysterically, uncontrollably, "Oh, my God," he said, "James, I'm sorry, but... Gods, look at us: one's missing an arm, one's without a nose, and one To happy Lannister boys!" "My hands once smelt dead. I wish I was missing a nose." Jaime lowered the torch and examined his brother's face carefully. "Horrible scars."

Tyrion stopped. "They made me fight, and they didn't send my tall brother to protect." "I heard that you almost burned the capital." "Fart, I only set fire on the river." Tyrion suddenly remembered when and where this was, "Are you here to kill me?" "Tsk tsk, with this mouth, three sentences are always in line. No matter how rude you are, be careful that I leave you here to rot." "Cersei won't let me rot." "That's right, she won't. Tomorrow you will be dragged to the old tournament arena and beheaded."

Tyrion laughed again. "Did you bring anything to eat? I came to hear my dying confession. Look, I'm like a gutter rat now. I'm afraid I'm a little dull." "You don't need to make a confession, I'm here to rescue you." James' voice was unusually solemn. "Who said I needed help?" "Look, I've forgotten what a nasty little thing you are. Any more nonsense, and I'll support Cersei beheading you." "Oh, that won't do," Tyrion said, stepping out of the cell quickly. "Is it day or night? I can't feel it."

"Three o'clock past midnight, the whole city is asleep." James put the torch back into the ledge on the wall between the cells. The corridor was dark, and Tyrion nearly tripped over the jailer's body, which lay sprawled on the cold stone floor.He kicked the jailer. "Dead?" "Asleep. So did the other three. The eunuch dosed their drinks with sweetsomnia, not fatally - at least he promised. He'll be waiting on the stairs, in his monk's robes, later. Take you through the sewers to the Blackwater River, where there is a paddle boat. Don't worry, Varys has no shortage of friends and contacts in the Free Trade City, who can make you well-fed...but you have to have more eyes, Cersei is sure Killers will be sent. You better even change your name."

"Changing the name? Oh, what a great idea! When the Faceless Man came to kill me, I said to him, 'No, you fool, you got the wrong guy! I'm just another dwarf with a hideous face!'" the Lannister brothers lol.Then Jaime got down on one knee and kissed him quickly on both cheeks, his lips brushing over the calloused, wrinkled scar. "Thank you, brother," said Tyrion, "I am forever indebted to you for your kindness." "I just...pay the debt." James' voice became more and more strange. "Repay the debt?" He looked up at his brother, "I don't understand."

"It's fine if you don't understand. For some things, it's best to bury them forever." "Oh, wonderful," said Tyrion. "What scandal? What lord is doing behind the scenes? Come on, I won't cry." "Tyrion..." James is scared. "Speak," Tyrion repeated. The older brother turned his head away from him. "Tessa," he said softly at last. "Tessa?" His heart tightened. "She... what happened to her?" "She's not a whore, and I didn't buy her. It's all a lie my father told me to tell. Tessa...Tessa is Tessa, the farmer's daughter, who met you on the road."

Tyrion heard a faint gasp hiss through the scar on his nose.James dared not turn his head.Tessa.Suddenly he forgot what she looked like.Little girl, she's just a little girl, no older than Sansa. "My wife," he hissed, "she married me." "Father said, she's all for your money. She's a pariah, and you're a Lannister of Casterly Rock, and she wouldn't come to you if it wasn't for gold, so she's a whore, so... so I'm not telling lies , not really a lie, but... and he thinks he needs to teach you a good lesson. From now on, you will learn the lesson and be grateful to me..."

"Grateful?" Tyrion could barely speak. "He gave her to the guards, a whole barracks of guards, and let me... watch the whole thing." Ah, not just watching, but in the end I also... my wife-- "I really didn't know he would do that, please believe me." "Oh, trust you?" growled Tyrion. "Do you still deserve my trust? Can I still trust you? Fuck you, she's my wife!" "Tyrion..." He hit his brother.With a backhand palm, exhausting all the strength of the whole body, it contains all the fear, anger and pain.James staggered backwards, lost his balance, and finally fell to the ground. "I... I'm sorry."

"Oh, is it okay to be sorry, James? You, and my dear old sister and kind father, yes, I haven't figured it out yet, but one day I will get back at you, I swear to God! Lan Nestor pays his debts." Tyrion staggered away, almost tripping over the jailer again, but within a dozen yards he was stopped by an iron gate.Oh, my God! All he wanted to do was scream. James leaned over. "I have the key." "Then open the door." Tyrion avoided it. James inserted the key, pushed the door open, and walked out first, then turned around and said, "Are you coming?" "Let's go our separate ways," Tyrion walked out the door, "give me the key, and I'll go find Varys myself." He raised his head and looked at his brother with those eyes of different sizes. "James, can you hit with your left hand?" "At least not worse than you," James said bitterly. "Well, next time we meet, we can fight each other well, just you and me—the cripple and the dwarf." James handed him a bunch of keys, "I told you the truth, and you should be honest with me. Did you do it? Did you poison it?" This question, like a sharp knife, stirred in his stomach. "You want to know the truth?" Tyrion retorted. "Well, I tell you, Joffrey was a worse character than Aerys. He stole his father's dagger and gave it to his servants to kill Brandon Smith. Tucker, do you know about this?" "I... I think so." "That's right, a 'son' wants to be like a 'father.' When he consolidates, he'll probably kill me too—why not? I'm short and ugly, and I'm born sinful." "You didn't answer my question." "You poor stupid crippled blind fool, do you really want me to say every word? Very well, very well, listen: Cersei is a rotten bitch who doesn't blink, as far as I'm concerned. You know, she slept with Lancel, Osmund Kettleblack, and even Moonboy! People called me a monster, yes! I killed your heinous son who deserved it!" He forced himself to smile.Under the dim light, it was undoubtedly a ferocious face. James turned and walked away without saying a word. As Tyrion watched his brother's long-legged stride away, part of him just wanted to rush up, tell him that nothing he had just said was true, and beg his brother's forgiveness.But thinking of Tessa, he kept silent.The footsteps gradually subsided, and finally became silent. Tyrion stood silent for a long time before going to Varys. The eunuch hid in the dark corner of the winding stairwell, wearing a moth-eaten brown robe and a hood to hide his pale face. "Being late, my lord, I thought there was a mistake," he said to Tyrion. "Mistakes? Oh no," Tyrion retorted viciously, "what could be wrong?" "I can't come here. The Queen Mother watches day and night, and I dare not help you." "You're willing to help me now." "Really? Haha," Varys chuckled lightly. In this darkness and solid stone, the echo was extremely strange. "It's your brother who is persuasive." "Varys, you cunning and ruthless fellow, you are doing everything possible to kill me, maybe we should make a break." The eunuch sighed, "Good people are not rewarded, I know that no matter how hard the spider weaves, it is still unpopular. Forget it, if you kill me, it will not work, my lord, you will probably not be able to get out later." Swaying Under the firelight, his eyes were flickering, dark and moist, "These tunnels are full of traps for casual people, and they are very dangerous." Tyrion snorted, "Inadvertently? I am the most careful person in the world - especially after meeting you!" He rubbed his nose, "Tell me, good wizard, where is my pure and noble wife?" "Unfortunately, a search of King's Landing has not found any clues of Lady Sansa, and Ser Dontos Hollard has also disappeared. I guess he must be drunk somewhere at the moment. On the night of the Lady's disappearance, they were seen They walked down the winding stairs together, and they seemed to have evaporated since then. Things were chaotic that night, and my little birds can't tell." Varys tugged at the dwarf's sleeve and pulled him up the stairs. "My lord, time waits for no one. , we have to leave quickly. Come on, go down." At least this time he wasn't lying.Tyrion staggered after the eunuch, his shoes scraping against the rough stone floor.He shuddered from the freezing cold in the stairwell. "What the hell is this place?" he asked. "Maegor the Cruel made four dungeons for the Red Keep," Varys answered. "The first floor was a large room for ordinary prisoners, crowded together, with narrow windows high up in the walls. The second floor was for trumpets. , used to guard the noble prisoners, there are no windows, but the torches in the corridors are always on. The third cell is the smallest, with a wooden door - known as the 'black cell', where you and Eddard Stark were. What is unknown is that there is another layer below this. Once anyone is brought into the fourth layer, it means that he will no longer be able to see the sun or hear the voice of the people, and will suffer in torture forever. The fourth layer of the Maegor Dungeon It's the torture room." They reached the bottom of the stairs, and a door opened silently in front of them, "This is the fourth floor. Come, hold my hand, my lord, that's good. There are things in the dark that will scare you." Tyrion hesitated for a moment.Varys had betrayed him, God knew what he was up to now? What better place to murder than in a dark and evil place where no one knew? Not even a dead body to bother with. But on the other hand, what choice was there? Up the stairs and out the front door? No, of course not. Jaime will never be afraid, Tyrion thought, and then thought of what his brother had done to him.But in the end, he still held the eunuch's hand and let the eunuch lead him through the darkness, the leather shoes making a slight sound on the stone floor.Varys walked quickly, whispering from time to time: "Be careful, there are three steps ahead," or, "Attention, my lord, there is a downward slope." , so majestic, Tyrion thought, when I go out I'll be sneaking like a mouse, with a spider to show me the way. A ray of light appeared ahead, too dim to resemble the sun, but as they approached quickly, it gradually became brighter.After a while, he saw that it was the locked iron door under the arch, and Varys opened it with the key.They came to a small circular room. In addition to the way they came from, there were five other doors in the room, each of which was blocked by iron gates.The roof is a patio, and there is a string of iron rings from top to bottom between the walls for climbing.There is a gorgeous brazier in the corner, shaped like a dragon's head, and the charcoal fire in its open mouth has been burned to ashes, but it still emits a faint yellow light.Although it was faint, it was incomparable compared to the darkness of the tunnel. Other than that, there was nothing else in the room.On the floor, red bricks and black bricks formed a mosaic pattern of a three-headed dragon, which aroused Tyrion's thoughts.Turns out this is where Shae told me and Varys sent her to my bed through here. "We are under the Prime Minister's Tower." "That's right," Varys opened an iron gate, and the chain that had not been opened for a long time made a "creaking" protest, and dust fell in pieces. "Come on, this road leads directly to the river." Tyrion walked slowly down the ladder and grabbed an iron ring at the bottom, "Up is my bedroom." "Your father's bedroom." He looked up, "How long?" "My lord, you are too weak to do stupid things, and besides, we have no time, and we must set off at once." "I have something to go up there. How long?" "A total of two hundred and thirty iron rings, do you want to—" "After two hundred and thirty hoops?" "There's a tunnel to the left, listen to me—" "How far is the tunnel from the bedroom?" Tyrion lifted his foot onto the first hoop. "Less than sixty steps. Walk and touch, and you will find the exit. The bedroom is the third." The eunuch sighed, "You are confused, my lord, brother, you have worked so hard to save your life, how can you give up so easily —and take my life?” "Varys, if there is anything in the world that I value more than my own life, it is your life. Wait here." He turned his head and climbed, no longer caring about the eunuch, counting silently while climbing. Ring after ring, he plunged into the darkness.At first the vague outlines of the iron rings and the rough gray stone of the walls could be seen, but as the darkness grew, it became difficult to see through.Thirteenth, fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth... Climbing up to the thirtieth ring, the arms began to tremble, and I had to stop to rest.Looking down, he saw a faint circle of light at the very bottom, obscured by his feet.Tyrion continued to move forward, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one... By the fiftieth ring, his legs and feet were no longer in control, but the ladder was still extending endlessly.Sixty-eight, sixty-nine, seventy... When he reached the eightieth ring, his back began to ache, but he persevered, and he couldn't explain why.One hundred and thirteen, one hundred and fourteen, one hundred and fifteen... When we reached the 230th Ring Road, the surrounding area was as dark as falling into a bucket of asphalt.He felt warm wind blowing from the left, like the breath of a giant beast, so he stretched out his legs cautiously and left the iron ring ladder.The tunnel was extremely narrow, and if a normal-sized person came to walk, he had to kneel down and use both hands and feet, which was just right for Tyrion.Odd that this place seems to have been designed for dwarves.His shoes lightly stepped on the stone floor, and he walked slowly, counting his steps carefully while groping for the mechanism on the wall.Soon, he heard human voices, which were dim and subtle at first, and then gradually became clearer and more real.It turned out that two of my father's guards were talking about "little devil's whore", admiring her sweet body, but regretting that she was born at the wrong time, the dwarf thing must be short and small, she probably didn't even know what the real penis was like Not sure. "Probably won't fit in," Roum decided, and they began discussing how Tyrion would die tomorrow. "He'll cry like a girl, begging for forgiveness, and you'll see," Rumm insisted.Lister said that the imp would die like a lion and be an upright Lannister, for which he would bet his new shoes. "Damn it, shoes are for a shit," Lum complained. "You know they don't fit my feet. Forget it. If I win, you'll polish my armor for two weeks!" Here, Tyrion hears every word, and the sound fades away quickly once he moves on.No wonder Varys doesn't want me to climb the damned ladders, Tyrion thought, grinning in the dark, that's what the little bird is all about. He came to the third exit and groped for a long time before he found a small iron hook between the stones.Twist hard, and there was a small rumbling sound from around, but it sounded like a landslide in the silence, and then a square hole appeared less than a foot to the left, and orange light came in. Damn, it was the fireplace! He almost laughed out loud.It was full of red ashes, and a black stick was burning happily, emitting a fiery glow.He walked around carefully, walking quickly so as not to burn his shoes.Warm cinders creaked underfoot.At last he entered the place that had been his bedroom, and stood there for a long time, not daring to make a sound.Where is father? Did he hear? Will he draw his sword against me? "My lord?" a woman called. Fortunately, my heart can no longer feel the pain, otherwise I really don't know how to bear it.The first step is always the hardest.When he finally walked to the bed and opened the cover, "she" was indeed inside, raising her head with a lazy smile.When she saw his face, the smile disappeared and she pulled the blanket up to her chin, as if it would offer protection. "Honey, are you waiting for a tall man?" There were big crystal tears in her eyes, "I really didn't mean it, I was completely forced by the queen mother. Please, your father is terrible." She sat up, the blanket slid down to her knees, she was completely naked, only towering On her breast was the heavy gold chain, and the gold bracelets interlocked. "Shae, my dear lady," said Tyrion softly, "I never forgot your beauty in my dungeon to die. In silk and sackcloth, and naked, you were so..." "Oh, my lord will be back soon. You must leave quickly, will you... will you take me away?" "Did you ever like me?" He held her face in his hands, thinking of countless past events, remembering every time he held her waist, squeezed her hard small breasts, fiddled with her short black hair, touched her lips, cheeks and The ears... finally reached into the sweet pussy, hooking her moan, "Have you ever liked my touch?" "You are my favorite," she said, "my Lannister giant." Honey, that's the worst sentence you'll ever say in your life. Tyrion grabbed hold of his father's necklace and twisted it so hard that the chains buckled and sank into his neck. "The golden hand is cold to the touch, but the girl's small palm is warm..." he hissed and sang, and then twisted the cold golden hand for the last time, letting the warm little palm wipe away the tears. When he was done, he found Lord Tywin's dagger on the bedside table and put it in his waist.A lion's head staff, a battle-axe, and a crossbow are hung in sequence on the wall—the ax cannot be used, and the mace cannot reach it. Only a large iron and wooden box happened to be placed under the crossbow.He climbed up, and took down his weapon and a leather quiver loaded with arrows, and then put his foot on the stirrup, drew the string to the full, and set an arrow. James had demonstrated the operation of the crossbow many times, so he was sure that if Loom and Lister suddenly appeared, he would be able to kill at least one of them even if he had no time to reload.He decided to take Lumu to hell with him.Loum, you bloody bastard, you lost your bet, you have to polish your own armor. He walked to the door, listened for a while, then slowly pushed it open.A lamp was lit in the stone candlestick, and the pale yellow light illuminated the empty corridor.The light flickered, and Tyrion flashed out the door, crossbow pressed to his thigh. As expected, he found his father in the small tower used as a toilet.Duke Tywin rolled his nightgown around his hips, and immediately raised his eyes when he heard footsteps. Tyrion half-bowed mockingly. "My lord is well." "Tyrion," if Tywin Lannister would have been afraid, at least not showing the slightest sign, "who let you go?" "I should like to confess to you, but I am bound by a sacred oath." "It's the eunuch," the father decided, "and I'm going to cut off his head. What are you doing with my crossbow? Put it down." "If I refuse, what will you do with me, father?" "Prison escape is ridiculous. To tell you the truth, you won't die tomorrow. I'll take you to the Wall, but first you have to clear Lord Tyrell. Put the bow down, and we'll go back to the bedroom and talk." "We're talking right here. I'm thinking, maybe I don't want to go to the Great Wall, Father. It's fucking cold out there, and I've had enough of that kind of coldness from you. Tell me one thing, I'll slap my ass and leave immediately, a simple question, at least you owe me this." "I don't owe you anything." "No, you have done me too much harm in my life. I want you to answer: What have you done to Tessa?" "Tessa?" He simply forgot about her. "My wife." "Oh, I remember. Your first whore." Tyrion aimed at his father's chest, "Say that word again, and I'll kill you!"'' "You do not dare." "I dare not? Say, just a word, say," Tyrion swung his crossbow, "Tessa. What did you do to her after that little lesson she taught me?" " "I do not remember." "Think hard! Did you kill her?" The father pursed his lips, "Why did you kill her? That experience just allowed her to put herself in a position—besides, as I remember, she had a good income. It seems that the manager kicked her out later, so I didn't have time to ask." "Where did you go?" "Where else can a whore go?" Tyrion clenched his fingers, and the crossbow shot out a flying arrow with a "bang" just as Duke Tywin stood up, and inserted it into the Duke's bladder. He grunted and sat back down again.The arrow was inserted so deep that it didn't reach the feather feathers.The blood seeped along the arrow shaft, flowed through my father's pubic hair, and dripped onto the floor along his bare thigh. "You shoot the arrow!" said the father in disbelief, his eyes dimmed with horror. "You're always quick to grasp a situation, father," Tyrion remarked. "No wonder it's always the Hand of the King." "You...you...you are not...my son." "That's where you're wrong. As far as I'm concerned, I'm a smaller version of you. Have mercy, die quickly, I'm in a hurry to catch the boat." This time, his father finally granted Tyrion's wish.There was a sudden stench from the toilet, and the dead Duke's stomach was completely loose.Well, what a place he died, Tyrion thought, the stench proving that famous saying was a complete lie. Lord Tywin Lannister died without pulling out gold.