Chapter 11 Chapter Ten Tyrion

From the depths of the boulder maze of Winterfell Castle, came a wolf howl.Howls hung from the citadels like a banner of mourning. Although the library was warm and comfortable, Tyrion could not help but look up from the pile of books and tremble.There is a mysterious and unpredictable power in the howling of wolves, which forcibly pulled him away from reality, and abandoned him in a cold and gloomy forest. He was completely naked and ran away desperately under the chase of evil wolves. When the howling of the direwolf came again, Tyrion finally couldn't help closing the book he was reading. It was a century-old tome exploring the changing of seasons, written by an old scholar who had long been buried in the ground.He yawned, covering his mouth slightly with the back of his hand.The morning light leaked into the library through the cracks in the high windows, and his writing lamp flickered and ran out of oil.He was up all night again, but that was nothing new, Tyrion Lannister had never been one to sleep a lot.

He moved his stiff and numb feet off the bench, and after a short massage, he limped to the table.The monk was lying on the table, snoring softly, with his head resting on a large open book in front of him.Tyrion glanced at the title of the book, it turned out to be "The Life of the Master of Isamuel", no wonder he fell asleep seeing it. "Chail," he called softly, and the young monk woke up abruptly, blinking in confusion, and the crystal that symbolized his identity dangled on the silver necklace. "I'm off to breakfast, remember to put the book back on the shelf for me. But be gentle, the parchment of these Valyrian scrolls is fragile. Imidon's Arms of War is a rare book, I I have only seen this copy of yours in this life." Chayer was still not fully awake, and yawned at him.Tyrion repeated it patiently, then patted the septon on the shoulder and told him to go to work.

Stepping outside, Tyrion took a deep breath of the cold morning air before trudging down the steep spiral staircase that circled the library tower.The steps were tall and narrow, but his feet were short, misshapen and twisted.The rising sun was not yet higher than the walls of Winterfell, but many people in the school grounds had already started practicing.Sandor Clegane's piercing voice came over: "That kid is procrastinating and still breathing, wouldn't it be better to die early?" Tyrion looked down and saw The Hound standing beside young Joffrey, surrounded by a squire. "At least he didn't say a word," said the Prince. "It was the wolf who made the noise, and I couldn't sleep last night."

Clegane's attendants put on the black armor helmet for him, and his tall body cast a long shadow on the hard ground. "If you like, I'll tell that thing to shut up," he said through the open visor.At this time, his entourage handed over the long sword, and he tested the weight of the sword, making a few gestures in the cold morning air.Behind him, the sound of metal clashing came from the square. The prince seemed very pleased with the idea. "Tell the dog to kill the dog!" he yelled. "Anyway, there are plenty of wolves in Winterfell, and the Starks won't find one less of them."

Tyrion skipped the last step and went down to the arena. "My nephew, I'm ashamed," he said, "the Starks can count, unlike some prince who can't count to six." At least Joffrey knew to blush. "There is a voice," Sandor said. He purposely looked out from the mask, looked left and right, and said, "Could it be the elves in the air!" The prince laughed, and it made him giggle every time his bodyguard did a fake show.Tyrion hadn't thought much of it. "under." The tall Sandor glanced down, and then pretended to have just discovered it and said: "So it is Young Master Tyrion," he said, "I beg your pardon, I didn't see you standing here just now."

"I'm in no mood to argue with you now," said Tyrion, turning to his nephew. "Joffrey, go and see the Lord and Lady Stark before it's too late. Send them your condolences, please Feel relieved." After hearing this, Joffrey immediately showed a grumpy face: "What's the use of me asking them to calm down?" "It's no use at all," Tyrion answered, "but it's a courtesy, or your absence will be noticed." "What a Stark child," said Joffrey, "I don't want to hear old women cry." Tyrion Lannister stood on tiptoe and slapped his nephew so hard that the boy's cheeks turned red and swollen.

"Say one more word," said Tyrion, "and I'll give you another slap." "I'm going to tell Mother!" Joffrey yelled. Tyrion slapped him again, and now both cheeks were flushed. "Tell her what you will," Tyrion told him, "but first you go and pay me the Starks, and I want you to kneel before them and say how sorry you are, that even if For the most insignificant thing, as long as it can make them feel at ease, you are willing to go through fire and water, and in the end you have to offer your most devout prayers for them, do you understand? Do you understand?"

The boy looked like he was about to cry, but he still nodded reluctantly, then turned around, covered his cheeks, and ran away from the square in a rampage.Tyrion watched him go. A black shadow suddenly enveloped him, and he turned his head to see the tall Clegane looming toward him, looming like a precipice, his sooty black armor like a smear in the bright sun.He had lowered the visor from his helm, a hideously grinning and snarling hound in the shape of a vicious hound, but Tyrion thought it was too pretty compared to Clegane's scorched face. many. "My lord, the prince will not easily forget what you did to him just now." The Hound warned him, and Clegane's voice came from the helmet, and the original grin became a hollow rumble.

"He remembers best," answered Tyrion Lannister, "and if he forgets someday, you dog will remind him." Looking around the square, he asked again: "Do you know where my brother is? " "Breakfast with the queen." "Aha," said Tyrion, who gave a half-perfunctory nod to Sandor Clegane, then lifted his deformed legs, and walked away as fast as he could, feeling sorry for the first knight who fought the Hound today, that guy Getting angry. A table of cold and lifeless meals was set up in the breakfast room of the guest room, and Jaime, Cersei, and the princesses and princes sat together, whispering to each other.

"Robert still up?" Tyrion sat down at the table without waiting for their greeting. His sister gave him the look of contempt she had given him since he was born. "The king isn't sleeping at all. He's been with Lord Stark all night, and his heart is breaking." "Our good Robert has a big heart." James smiled languidly.Tyrion is well aware of his brother's personality that doesn't care about everything, so he doesn't want to care about him.In his miserable and long childhood, only James had such a sliver of affection and respect for him. For this alone, Tyrion didn't want to care about anything with him.

The waiter came forward. "I want bread," Tyrion told him, "two of these little fish, and a glass of good stout. Oh, and a few slices of bacon, make sure to fry it a bit." The servant bowed and departed Afterwards, Tyrion turned to face his siblings.The twins, both dressed in dark green today to match the color of their eye pupils; with their golden curls in funky waves and gold jewelry glinting on their wrists, fingers and necks, look genuinely beautiful. Like a sculpture carved out of a mould. Tyrion couldn't help thinking to himself, what would it be like if he had a twin brother?But after thinking about it, he decided it was better not to make it come true.Facing himself in front of the mirror every day is bad enough, if there is another person who looks like him, what's the point? Then Prince Tommen asked, "Uncle, do you know how Bran is doing?" "When I passed the ward last night," Tyrion answered, "it was neither getting better nor worse, and the maester thought there was still hope." "I hope Brandon doesn't die," Tommen said timidly.He's a sweet kid, not at all like his brother.But then again, James and Tyrion don't have much in common. "Lord Stark had an older brother named Brandon," James said with great interest, "and was later killed by the Targaryen family as a hostage. It seems that this name is really unlucky." "Oh, it's not so unlucky." Tyrion said.While the waiter brought the meal, he tore off a large loaf of rye bread. Cersei was watching him suspiciously. "What do you mean by that?" Tyrion smiled at her maliciously: "Nothing else, just wishing Tommen his wish. The old maester said the child had a good chance of surviving, so..." He took a sip of his beer. Messey squealed with delight, and Tommen smiled shyly, but it was not their reactions that Tyrion noticed.Jaime and Cersei exchanged glances for only a second, but he didn't miss it.Then his sister bowed her head, her gaze dropped to the dining table. "My God is so cruel. These northern gods let a young child live, it is too vicious." "What exactly did the old maester say?" James asked. Tyrion took a bite of the bacon and it made a crunchy sound.He chewed thoughtfully for a while before opening his mouth: "He thought that the child would have died long ago, and he wouldn't have dragged on like this for four days without any movement." "Uncle, will Bran get better?" asked little Myrcella again.She inherited all the beauty from her mother, but she didn't have the slightest bit of Cersei's vicious character. "His back is broken, baby," Tyrion told her, "and his feet are crippled. They're feeding him honey and water now, or he'll starve to death. Maybe when he wakes up, he can eat things, but never want to walk for the rest of my life.” "When he wakes up," Cersei repeated, "do you think it's possible?" "Only the gods know," replied Tyrion. "Master just guesses." He took another bite of bread, "but I dare say the boy's wolf was what kept him alive. He kept watch outside the window day and night, screaming, and couldn't be chased away. The old master said that they had closed the window, thinking that it would reduce the noise, but Bran's condition immediately deteriorated. Later, when they opened the window, he again Turn the corner into safety.” "Those animals are very queer," said the Queen, trembling. "It is dangerous to look at, and I will never let them go back south with us." James said: "Good sister, I don't think you can stop them, they are inseparable from girls." Tyrion began to eat his grilled fish. "So you're leaving soon?" "I'm not quick enough," said Cersei.Then she frowned suddenly. "'We'? What about you? By gods, don't tell me you want to stay in a place like this." Tyrion shrugged: "Benyan Stark is going to take his brother's illegitimate son back to the Night Watch Corps, and I plan to go with them so that I can see the legendary Great Wall with my own eyes." James smiled and said, "My good brother, don't have too much fun, you should be a brother in black too." Tyrion laughed loudly: "Oh, tell me to be a bachelor for the rest of my life? How can it be, all the whores in the country will protest. Don't worry, I just want to climb the Great Wall and piss on the edge of the world." Cersei rose sharply. "That's enough, don't say such foul language in front of the children. Tommen, Myrcella, let's go." She left the dining room quickly, surrounded by servants and children. Jaime Lannister looked at his brother with his cold blue eyes: "Now that Stark's son is in doubt, I don't think he will leave Winterfell in peace." "If Robert had ordered, he would have gone," said Tyrion. "And Robert would have ordered him to go south. There is nothing Lord Stark can do for his son anyway." "He can help him get rid of it as soon as possible," James said. "If it was my son, I would do this. It is for his own good." "My dear brother, I don't suggest you tell Lord Stark this." Tyrion said, "he won't understand your kindness." "Even if the child survives, he'll be crippled. I'm afraid he's worse than a cripple. He's a deformed freak. I'd rather die cleanly." Tyrion responded with a shrug, only the motion accentuated his hunchback. "Freaks," he said, "I'm not talking too much, but when you're dead, you've got nothing, and when you're alive, you can at least be full of hope." James smiled and said, "You little devil is really tricky, isn't it?" "Oh, of course," Tyrion admitted. "I really hope the boy lives, if nothing else. I want to hear what else he knows." My brother's smile froze suddenly like sour milk. "Tyrion, my dear good brother," he said darkly, "sometimes I don't know which side you're on." Tyrion's mouth was full of bread and fried fish. He took a swig of stout to wash down the food, and smiled at Jaime with a wolf's smile. "Alas, my dearest brother Jaime," he said , "Your words hurt my heart, don't you know that I love my family the most?"