Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Tyrion

The soft sound of the harp came through the door, mixed with the trill of the flute.Although the singer's voice can't be heard through the thick door, the lyrics are familiar to Tyrion: I love a girl as beautiful as summer, and the sun shines on her hair... Watching tonight outside the Queen's bedroom was Ser Meryn Tran.Embarrassed by Tyrion's presence, he mumbled "My lord," like a disgruntled child, and opened the door.He strode into his sister's bedroom, and the singing stopped abruptly. Cersei was barefoot, leaning on a pile of cushions, her golden hair disheveled and beautiful.She raised her head, and the flickering candlelight was reflected in her golden and green brocade robe. "My dear sister," said Tyrion, "you look charming tonight." He turned to the singer. "You too, cousin. I never thought you had such a beautiful voice."

Sir Lancel scowled at the compliment, perhaps realizing that he had been ridiculed.It seemed to Tyrion that the boy had grown three inches since he was knighted.Lancel had thick yellow-brown hair and Lannister blue eyes, with a soft blond mustache on his upper lip.He was sixteen, and like any other teenager, he was so sure of everything, without a sense of humor or self-reflection.His natural blond hair, blue eyes and strong and handsome appearance made him more confident, and his recent promotion made him even more arrogant. "Has His Majesty the Queen Mother summoned you?" the boy asked immediately.

"Well, I don't remember that," Tyrion admitted. "I'm sorry to disturb your pleasure, Lancel. In fact, I have something important to discuss with my sister." Cersei looked at him suspiciously, "Don't tell me you're here for those beggars, save yourself, Tyrion, and leave me alone. I can't let them openly spread nasty treason in the streets , let them preach to each other in the dark cell." "They should be glad they have a benevolent queen," added Lancel, "if it were me, I would have pulled out their tongues!" "There is a fellow who claims that the gods will punish us because Jaime murdered the rightful king," Cersei cried, "I've given you plenty of time to take care of this, Tyrion." Lice-covered fellow, but you and your Ser Jacelyn have done nothing, so I have to leave the burden to Villar."

"He's very good," indeed, Tyrion was annoyed when the red guards dragged several ragged prophets into the dungeon without consulting him at all.But the stakes are high right now, and it's not worth arguing about. "Yes, it would be better for all of us to have a quieter street. That's not why I'm here. I've just had news, news you're dying to know. My dear sister, can we talk in private?" "Very well," said the harper and flute player, bowing quickly, and Cersei kissed her cousin politely on the cheek. "Go, Lancel, my brother can't do it when he's alone. If he takes a pet , we have already smelled the stench."

The young knight cast a wicked glance at his cousin, and slammed the door away. "I tell you, I give Shagga a bath every two weeks," Tyrion said after Lancel had gone. "Yo, what's the matter? See how proud you are?" "Why not?" said Tyrion.Day and night, the steel street is constantly working, and the huge iron chains are getting longer and longer.He jumped into the canopy. "Robert died in this bed? It's amazing you still have it." "It gives me sweet dreams," she said. "Okay, say what you want to say, and then go away, little devil."

Tyrion smiled. "Lord Stannis has set sail from Dragonstone." Cersei jumped to her feet. "What? And you're still sitting here smiling like a pumpkin at a harvest feast? Has Bywater assembled the City Watch? Send word to Harrenhal immediately!" He laughed. , she grabbed his shoulders and shook, "Stop! Stop! Are you crazy or drunk? Stop!" He had a hard time getting the words out. "It can't be helped," he said breathlessly, "it's just too... Gods, this is ridiculous... Stannis he..." "What's up with him?" "He's not coming to attack us," Tyrion tried, "but he's besieging Storm's End. Renly is galloping off to fight him."

My sister's nails were embedded in his arm, and it hurt so much.For a moment, she stared at him incredulously, as if he were speaking a completely foreign language. "You mean, Stannis and Renly got into a fight?" He nodded, and Cersei finally smiled. "Gods be blessed," she gasped, "I'm beginning to believe that Robert is the wisest of the three brothers." Tyrion threw back his head and laughed wildly.They laughed together.Cersei dragged him out of bed, danced in circles, even hugged, and for a moment, she was crazy like a little girl.By the time she stopped, Tyrion was panting and dizzy.He staggered to the sideboard and reached for support.

"Do you think they're actually going to fight? If they come to any agreement—" "Impossible," said Tyrion. "They are so different in nature, yet so alike in nature, that neither can tolerate the other." "Stannis always felt that Robert did him unfairly about Storm's End," Cersei said thoughtfully. I don't know how many times he came to Robert, complaining and complaining in that sullen and aggrieved voice. At last Robert gave the place to Renly, and Stannis gritted his teeth. Broken." "He took it as a humiliation." "It seems to me that Robert is trying to humiliate him."

"Haha, let's toast to sibling love, shall we?" "Yes," she answered breathlessly, "oh Gods, yes." With his back to her, he filled two glasses of Qingting Island's fine red wine, and easily sprinkled a little fine powder in her glass. "To Stannis!" he said, handing her the drink.I can't stand it when I'm alone, can I? "To Renly!" she replied, laughing. "May they fight so hard that the White Walkers take them at last!" Is this the Cersei that Jaime loves?When she smiles, you realize how beautiful she really is.I love a girl as beautiful as summer, with the sun in her hair.He almost felt sorry for poisoning her.

She sent someone over at breakfast the next day, announcing that she was unwell and unable to leave the room.Probably unable to leave the toilet.Tyrion expressed some sympathy moderately, and called someone to call Cersei back, asking her to rest in peace, and he will deal with Sir Cleo according to the predetermined plan. Only a fool would think he could sit comfortably on the Iron Throne of Aegon the Conqueror, so barbed and razor-sharp.As he climbed the stairs, his stunted legs cramping constantly, he knew all too well what a ludicrous sight it was.Fortunately, it has a commendable point, it is high.

The Lannister guard stood imposingly at one end of the hall, wearing scarlet cloaks and lion-print halfhelms.Ser Jacelyn's gold cloaks stood opposite them at the other end of the hall.Bronn and Ser Preston of the Kingsguard flanked the steps leading up to the throne.In the gallery of courtiers, petitioners gathered by the towering gate of oak and inlaid bronze.Sansa Stark looked especially lovely this morning, though her face was as pale as milk.Lord Gyles stood there coughing, and poor cousin Tyrek wore his groom's cloak of ermine and velvet.Since he married little Lady Emersande three days ago, the other attendants have called him "the nanny" instead and asked him what color diapers the bride wore on their wedding night. Tyrion looked down at them all.It tastes really good. "Ser Cleo Frey," he said loudly, and the words filled the hall.That's not bad either.It's a pity Shae didn't come to see it, he thought.Of course she wanted to come, but that was impossible. Sir Cleo walked over from the long aisle between the red robes and the gold robes without looking sideways.As he knelt, Tyrion noticed that his cousin's hair was thinning. "Sir Cleo," said Littlefinger at the table, "thank you for bringing us Lord Stark's terms of peace." Grand Maester Pycelle cleared his throat, "The Queen Regent, the Hand of the King, and the Council have carefully considered the terms proposed by the self-proclaimed King in the North. Unfortunately, sir, these terms are unacceptable. pass on the answer to the northerners." "Here are our terms," ​​said Tyrion. "Rob Stark must lay down his arms, swear an oath of fealty, and return to Winterfell alone. He must release my brother Jaime unharmed, and send his army to Give him command to crusade against the traitors Renly Baratheon and Stannis Baratheon. Every lord and noble who has served the Stark family must send a son as a hostage. The childless family can be replaced by a daughter .As long as their father no longer gathers people to plot rebellion, they will be treated with courtesy and given high positions by the court." Cleo Frey said grimly, "My lord," he stammered, "Lord Stark will never agree to these terms." I don't expect him to say yes at all, Cleo. "Tell him we have another new army at Casterly Rock, and we will march soon, and my lord father will strike at the same time from the east. Tell him he is alone and alone, and has no allies to count on. Stannis Baratheon and Renly Baratheon are attacking each other, and the Prince of Dorne has agreed to allow his son Tristan to marry Princess Myrcella." As soon as the words came out, there was a murmur of joy in the hall and the corridor. There was also consternation. "As for my kinsmen," continued Tyrion, "we would trade Harion Karstark and Ser Willis Manderly for William Lannister, and Lord Severn and Donnel Ser Locke for your brother Tion. Tell Stark that two Lannisters are worth four Northmen any time." He waited for the laughter to die down. "But he can have my father's bones, In honor of His Majesty Joffrey." "Lord Stark wants his sister back, and his father's sword," Ser Creo reminded him. Ser Ilyn Payne stood in silence, the hilt of Eddard Stark's greatsword protruding from his shoulder. "About the Frost Sword," Tyrion said, "we can return it after an agreement is reached, but not now." "I see. What about his sisters?" Tyrion glanced at Sansa, feeling a wave of heartfelt pity, and said, "Until he frees my brother Jaime unharmed, they will remain hostages in King's Landing. How they are treated is entirely up to him." "Gods be good, and may Bywater find Arya before Robb learns that she's gone, and that she's alive. "I will bring your message, my lord." Tyrion fiddled with a twisted blade protruding from the armrest.Next is the focus of today. "Villars," he called. "Yes! My lord." "It's all right for a Stark to escort Duke Eddard's remains, but a Lannister is worth a different price," Tyrion declared. We can all rest easy when he returns to Riverrun safely." "Yes. How many people should I take with me?" "Well, of course everyone is brought along." Villar was stuck in place like a stone man.Grand Maester Pycelle stood up, panting and said: "My lord Prime Minister, this is not acceptable... These strong men were sent to the capital by your father, Lord Tywin, to protect Queen Cersei and her children... " "The Kingsguard and the City Watch are perfectly capable of doing these tasks. May the gods bless you with success, Villarre." At the council table, Varys smiled knowingly, Littlefinger looked bored, and Pycelle opened his mouth like a fish, pale and puzzled.The master of ceremonies stepped forward: "The king's hand listens to the petitions of everyone present, report something, and leave the court if there is nothing to do." "I have something to say!" A slender man in black squeezed out from between the Redwyne brothers. "Ser Alliser!" exclaimed Tyrion. "Ah, I didn't expect you to come! Why didn't I be informed sooner?" "You don't pretend to me," Thorne really lived up to his name①. He was about fifty, tall and thin, with a rugged face, sharp eyes, strong hands, and black-grey hair. "You avoided me, ignored me, and threw me into the guest room like a lowly born servant, ignoring me." "That's true? Bronn, that's not right. Ser Alliser is an old friend of mine, and we climbed the Wall together." "My dear Ser Alliser," Varys whispered, "don't be too hard on us. It's a time of trouble, how many people are asking to see our Lord Joffrey." "I'm afraid the news I bring is much trickier than you imagined, eunuch." "In front of him, call him the eunuch," Littlefinger sarcastically said. "Good brother, how can we help you?" Grand Maester Pycelle said soothingly. "The Commander-in-Chief sent me to have an audience with His Majesty the King," Thorne replied, "The situation is too serious to be left to the servants." "Oh, now His Majesty is fiddling with his new crossbow," said Tyrion.It was much easier to kill Joffrey. All it took was a heavy Myrish crossbow, the kind that fired three arrows at a time.Seeing that thing, he immediately ignored everything, "What should we do? Either you tell our servants, or you have to keep silent." "Well," said Ser Alliser indignantly, "I have come here to report to His Majesty that we have found two long-lost rangers. They were found dead, but the bodies were transported to Returning to the Wall, they came back to life in the middle of the night. One of them killed Ser Jeremy Lake, while the other tried to murder the Lord Commander." Tyrion could vaguely hear people sniggering.Could it be that he wants to mock me with such a stupid thing?He moved uneasily, glanced down at Varys, Littlefinger, and Pycelle, wondering which of them was responsible?For a dwarf like him, the most important thing is that fragile dignity.Once the court and the country start laughing at him, it's over for him.just...just... Tyrion remembered that cold night under the stars, he stood side by side with the boy Jon Snow and a huge white wolf on the top of the Wall, at the end of the world, gazing at the deserted world in the distance. dark.At that moment, he felt—what? —something, some fear, biting like a northern wind.Then, the distant northern Xinjiang night wolf wailed, and a shiver ran through his body. Don't be silly, he told himself, it was just a wolf, a gust of wind, a dark forest, nothing special... He did care about old Jeor Mormont, whom he had liked during his short time at Castle Black he. "Trust that Mr. Xiong is safe and sound?" "yes." "Did your brethren kill all the... er... dead?" "yes." "Are you sure the dead man is really dead this time?" Tyrion asked gently.Seeing Bronn on the side couldn't help laughing, he knew he should go on like this, "Is it true that he died?" "They're dead!" cried Ser Alliser angrily. "The corpses are pale and cold, with black hands and feet. The wild wolf tore Geoff's hand off, and I brought it here." Littlefinger began to stir: "Where is this charming souvenir?" Ser Alliser frowned uncomfortably. "It... quietly rotted to pieces while I waited to be summoned. You ignored me, and now there is nothing to see but the bones." Sneering echoed in the hall. "Lord Baelish," Tyrion instructed Littlefinger, "buy a hundred shovels for our gallant Ser Alliser to take back to the Wall." "Shovel?" Ser Alliser narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "The dead should be buried, so they don't come out to cause trouble in the middle of the night," Tyrion told him, and everyone in the court laughed loudly. "The shovel can solve your problems. Don't forget, find some young and strong laborers Use. Sir Jacelyn, please take this good brother to the dungeon in the city to pick at will." Sir Jacelyn Bywater said, "Yes, my lord. But the cell is so deserted that Yoren has taken all suitable candidates." "Catch some more, then," Tyrion told him. "Or be gentle, spread the word that there are bread and radishes on the Great Wall, and they should sign up spontaneously." Anyway, there are too many mouths waiting for food in the city, and the Night Watch Corps has always been understaffed.Tyrion made a gesture, and the master of ceremonies announced the petition was over, and the people drifted away. But Ser Alliser Thorne was not so easy to deal with.After stepping down from the throne, Tyrion found him waiting at the top of the steps. "Do you think I came all the way by boat from East China Sea to be ridiculed by people like you?" He angrily blocked the way, "This is not a joke, I saw it with my own eyes. Let me tell you, there are indeed The dead are raised." "Then why didn't you kill them all sooner?" Tyrion pushed his way.Ser Alliser tried to grab his sleeve, but Ser Preston Greenfield pushed him back. "Keep near, ser." Thorne dared not challenge the knights of the Kingsguard. "What a fool you are, little devil!" he shouted down Tyrion's back. The dwarf turned to face him, "What? I'm a fool? Don't you see who everyone is laughing at?" He smiled wearily, "Okay, you're here to ask for help, right?" "The cold wind has blown, we must defend the Great Wall!" "The Great Wall needs manpower, and I have already given it to you... Think about it, are your ears only worthy of insults and ridicule? Accept them, thank me, and hurry up before forcing me to gesticulate with you again with a crab fork Gone. Remember, give my regards to Commander Mormont . . . and to Jon Snow." Bronn grabbed Ser Alliser by the arm and dragged him out of the hall. Grand Maester Pycelle had already slipped away, and only Varys and Littlefinger saw the whole thing. "I really admire you more and more, my lord," admitted the eunuch, "you comforted his children with the remains of the father Stark, and at the same time wrote off your sister's bodyguard lightly; you provided the brother in black with much-needed manpower, and rid the city of hungry mouths at the same time—and you did it all in a mocking way, lest it be said that dwarves were afraid of elves. Oh, it was perfect." Littlefinger stroked his beard, "Lannister, are you really going to send all your guards away?" "Of course not, I plan to send all my sister's guards away." "The Empress Dowager will not agree to this matter." "Oh, I think she will. After all, I'm her younger brother. If you and I get along longer, you'll understand that I can do what I say." "Including lies?" "Especially lies. Lord Petyr, you don't seem too pleased with me." "How is it possible? I love you as always, my lord. I just don't want to be fooled. If Myrcella married Trystane Martell, she shouldn't be married to Robert Arryn at the same time, are you right? Bar?" "Unless you want to create a big scandal," he admitted. "I'm sorry, but I'm asking for a trick, Lord Petyr. But when you and I talk about marriage, it's not clear whether the Dornishmen will accept the offer." Littlefinger persisted: "I don't like being duped, my lord. So next time you play any tricks, don't keep me in the dark." It's just reciprocity, Tyrion thought, glancing at the dagger that Littlefinger was slung at his belt. "I deeply apologize for any offense. We all know how much we love and depend on you, my lord." "You'd better keep this in mind." After finishing speaking, Little Finger turned and left. "Come with me, Varys," said Tyrion.They left through the King's Gate behind the throne, the eunuch's slippers scraping on the flagstones. "You know, Lord Baelish is right, the Queen Mother will never allow you to send her guard away." "Of course she will. And it's your responsibility." A smile slid across Varys' full lips, "Me?" "Well, of course. You're going to tell her it's a key part of my larger plan to rescue James." Varys touched his powdered cheek, "There is no doubt that this has something to do with the four people your Bronn has found all over King's Landing: a thief, a poisoner, a mummer, and a killer." "Let them wear crimson cloaks and lion helmets, just like any other guard. I have been thinking about how to get them into Riverrun for a while, and finally decided that they should just let them in freely. They will ride in from the main gate, hold high the Lannister banner, and escort Duke Eddard's remains." He smiled slyly, "Four alone will attract suspicion, but four out of a hundred , no one should have noticed. So I have to send the real and fake guards together... You must explain these words to my sister clearly." "For the sake of her beloved brother, even though she has doubts, she should agree." They walked down an abandoned colonnade. "However, the loss of the red-cloaked guard must make her uneasy." "That's exactly what I want," said Tyrion. Ser Cleo Frey set out that afternoon, escorted by a hundred red Lannister guards led by Villar.Robb Stark's men met them outside the King's Gate, and together they set out on the long journey westward. Tyrion finds Timett in the barracks, playing dice with his Scorched men. "At midnight, come to my study." Timothy stared at him fiercely with the remaining eyes, and nodded slightly.He is a man of few words. That night, he hosted a banquet for the Stone Crows and Moonmen in the small hall, but this time he did not drink.He had to keep his mind clear, "Xia Ga, how is the moonlight tonight?" Xia Ga frowned horribly, "It's black and white, I can't see anything." "In our western region, this kind of night is called the Moon of Rebellion. Try not to get drunk tonight, and sharpen your axe." "The axes of the Stone Crows are always sharp, and Shagga's is the sharpest. Once I chopped off a man's head, but he didn't know it, and it didn't fall off until he combed it." "No wonder you never comb your hair!" Tyrion's words set off howls and stomps from the Rock Crows, Shagar the loudest. At midnight, the whole castle is dark and quiet.They came out of the Prime Minister's Tower. Undoubtedly, several gold-cloaked guards in the city noticed their whereabouts, but they did not make a sound.After all, he is the former Prime Minister, no one dares to meddle in other people's business. With a loud noise like thunder, the thin wooden door shattered into thousands of pieces, scattered under Shaga's boots.Splinters flew in, too, and Tyrion heard the woman's terrified panting.Shagga picked up the axe, and the three-axe smashed the door, then kicked away the debris and walked in.Timett followed, and then Tyrion, walking carefully so as not to step on the debris.The fire was a glowing embers, and shadows loomed in the bedroom.Timett tore off the heavy curtains on the bed, only to see the naked maid looking up at them with wide eyes. "Please, my lord," she begged, "don't hurt me." She shrank herself, shy and afraid, and tried her best to stay away from Shagga.She tried her best to cover up the imaginative parts of her body, only regretting that her hands were not enough. "Go away," Tyrion told her, "you are not what we want." "Xia Ga wants this woman." "Every Shagar whore in this city of whores wants it," complained Timett's son. "Yes," Xia Ga was not at all shy, "Xia Ga wants to give her a strong child." "Very well, when she wants a strong child, she knows whom to go to," said Tyrion. "Timett, send her out . . . be as gentle as you can." Timett of Burning Man dragged the girl off the bed and led her out of the room with half a push.Shaga watched them leave, sad like a puppy.The girl stumbled over the broken door and was pushed by Timothy into the hall outside.Overhead, ravens screamed. Tyrion pulled back the quilt on the bed, revealing Grand Maester Pycelle beneath. "Tell me, does the Academy allow you to share a bed with a maid, Grand Maester?" The old man was as naked as the girl, although his nakedness was far less attractive than the girl's.His heavy eyelids are now wide open, "What—what is this for? I am an old man, and I am your loyal servant..." Tyrion jumped into bed. "How loyal! I give you two copies, and you send one to Doran Martell, and don't forget to show the other to my sister." "No—no," screamed Pycelle, "no, it's not true, I swear, it wasn't me who leaked it. Varys, it was Varys, the octospider! I warned you— " "Is it so bad for maesters to lie? I told Varys to hand over my nephew Tommen to Prince Lang's upbringing; I told Littlefinger to marry Myrcella to Lord Robert of the Eyrie; I have never mentioned my plan to go to Dorne... This matter has only been written in the letter I entrusted to you from beginning to end. Pycelle tugged at the corner of the blanket. "Birds get lost, letters get stolen, betrayed... Varys must have done it, I have a lot to tell you about this eunuch, keeping your blood cold..." "My woman likes my blood boiling." "Don't be too confident. For every secret that the eunuch brags in your ears, he actually conceals seven. As for Littlefinger..." "I know Earl Petyr very well. He is as unreliable as you. Shagga, chop off his lifeblood and feed it to the goats." Xia Ga raised his giant double-edged axe, "Half-man, there are no goats here." "Chop it up and talk about it." Shagga roared angrily and jumped forward.Pycelle screamed, wet the bed, and crawled out, spraying urine.The natives grabbed his wavy white beard and cut off three-quarters with one swing of the axe. "It seems to you, Timett, that our friend will cooperate a bit when we can't hide behind beards?" Tyrion pulled the sheet over to wipe the piss off his boots. "He'll tell the truth soon," Timett said, darkening in Burnt's empty eye sockets. "I can smell his fear." Shagga hurriedly threw the beard and hair in his hands onto the straw mat on the floor, and then grabbed the rest of the beard. "Stay still, Grand Maester," Tyrion advised. "Shagga's hands would shake if he made him angry." "Shagga's hand never shakes," the giant said angrily, as he pressed the great curved blade against Pycelle's trembling jaw and sawed off another beard. "How long have you been spying for my sister?" Tyrion asked. Pycelle's breathing was short and rapid. "Everything I do is for House Lannister." A glistening layer of sweat covered the old man's broad, round forehead, and strands of white hair clinged to wrinkled skin. "All this time...for many years...ask your lord father, ask him, I have always been his loyal servant...it was I who made Aerys open the gate..." what!What?He had been but an ugly boy in Casterly Rock when King's Landing fell. "So the fall of King's Landing was your fault?" "I am for the country! With Rhaegar dead, the war is settled. Aerys is mad, Viserys is too young, and Prince Aegon is still a baby, but the country needs a king... I would have liked your noble Father did it, but Robert was too strong, and Lord Stark was quick..." "I'm curious, how many people have you betrayed? Aerys, Eddard Stark, I... King Robert? Duke Arryn? Prince Rhaegar? Pycelle, when did you become like this?" Fortunately, he knows when it will end. The ax scraped across Pycelle's Adam's apple, scraping the last few hairs off the quivering soft flesh of his jaw. "You...you weren't there," he said, taking the opportunity to catch his breath as the ax blade moved up to his cheek. "Robert...his wound...if you had seen and smelled it, you wouldn't have suspected..." "Oh, I know that the wild boar has completed the task for you... Even if it is not effective, I believe you will help." "He is a disgraceful king...vain, drunken, debauched...he will leave your sister, his own queen...please...Renly conspired to seduce him by bringing the Pearl of Highgarden to his palace Brother...the gods testify, this is an absolutely true fact..." "Then what is Lord Arryn guilty of?" "He knows..." said Pycelle, "about...about..." "I see what he knows," Tyrion interrupted, not wanting Shagar and Timett to hear. "He's going to send his wife back to the Eyrie, and his son to Dragonstone as an adopted son... and then take action..." "So you poisoned him first." "No!" Pycelle struggled weakly.Shagga snarled and grabbed his head. The native's giant hand was so strong that the maester's head was as fragile as an eggshell. Tyrion clicked twice impatiently, "I've seen Lys's tears on your shelf. You send Lord Arryn's maester away and heal him yourself. Great, so you can ensure his death. " "This is not the truth!" "Shave him clean," Tyrion urged, "and clean his neck again." The ax slid up and down again, filing through every inch of skin.Pycelle's mouth trembled uncontrollably, a thin layer of spittle appeared on his lips, "I will do my best to save Lord Arryn, I swear—" "Be careful, Shagga, you cut him." Shagga roared, "The son of Dorfu should be a warrior, not a barber." The old man felt the blood flow down from his neck and onto his chest, he couldn't help trembling, and the last bit of strength left him.He looked smaller, much weaker than when they broke in. "Yes," he whimpered, "yes, Cormon wanted to detoxify him, so I sent him away. The Queen wanted Lord Arryn dead, but she didn't say it, couldn't say it, because Varys was Listen, he's been listening. But I just need to look her in the eyes to know what to do. But it wasn't me who poisoned it, it wasn't me, I swear." The old man burst into tears, "Go ask Wat Reese, it should be the boy, his squire, called Hugh, must have done it, go ask your sister, go ask her." Tyrion gagged. "Tie him up and take him away," he ordered, "and throw him into a dungeon." They dragged him out of the shattered door. "Lannisters," he moaned, "everything I do is for Lannisters..." When they were gone, Tyrion took his time to search the room, taking a few more jars from his shelf.During this process, the raven kept muttering above his head, but his tone was surprisingly peaceful.He had to find someone to look after the birds until the Citadel replaced Paycell. I had hoped to trust him.He knew in his heart that Varys and Littlefinger had better plans... they were more elusive, and therefore more dangerous.Perhaps the father's solution is the best: summon Ilyn Payne, stick the heads of the three men with a gun point, hang them on the city wall, and it's over.Isn't it pleasing to the eye?he thinks. ※※※※※※※ ①In English, "thorn" means "thorn".