In the first game, Gryn easily dismounted the knight of the Twins.
In the second game, his opponent was Lord Renly.
When Lord Renly entered the venue, the audience cheered endlessly.
Gryn took the rifle with one hand and asked casually, "You also like Lord Renly?"
Gold Cloaks is "omnipotent", and they also mobilized some people to assist in the competition, such as handing lances to participating knights.
The young Gold Cloaks in front of me worked for Gryn for a while when he was Kingswood Hunt.
Young Gold Cloaks's eyes drifted to the direction of Lord Renly in the distance from time to time, and his voice was full of reverence. "Yes, Master Gryn!"
Seeing Gryn holding the lance firmly, he withdrew his hand and said, "Lord Renly is very kind to us. He is a good man."
Gryn With a slight chin, Lord Renly he can talk cordially, whether he is talking to a noble lord or a lowly maid.
Gryn showed a smile, "Unfortunately, I can't show mercy."
Young Gold Cloaks hesitated for a moment and then said cautiously, "Can you be gentler?"
"Go ahead."
With a clang, Gryn pulled down his visor and urged his horse to the starting line at the edge of the field.
Lord Renly wears dark green armor made of fine steel, and an antler helmet with two gorgeous antlers shining in gold.
The horn of the competition sounded, woo woo woo woo woo.
Both sides clamped down on the horses' bellies almost at the same time, and the horses galloped forward, causing the ground to shake.
Gryn's body leaned forward, and the blue cloak embroidered with Marsh Marigold fluttered.
Lord Renly stared at the oncoming opponent through the gap in his visor. He was very experienced and had adjusted his condition so that he could stab his lance at any time.
Ta-ta-ta-ta... good time! Lord Renly was about to attack, but was suddenly hit hard in the chest, almost flying backwards from the horse... with a bang, it hit the ground heavily.
Hiss! All the spectators gasped after hearing this.
Gryn took off his helmet, shook his hair, and prepared to walk around the field as usual to receive the warm cheers from the audience.
Oh oh oh oh!
Seeing Lord Renly getting up from the ground, the whole audience cheered for him... Robert The king's younger brother has always been very popular with everyone. He took off his helmet and held it in his hands before gracefully bowing to the stands, and the cheers became even crazier.
Lord Gryn became the ignored winner.
He felt the leeward direction, urged his horse, and rode upwind near Lord Renly, raising a large cloud of dust.
Cough cough cough, Lord Renly, who was enjoying the cheers with his eyes closed, was attacked by dust and couldn't stop coughing loudly.
There were many people laughing around, among which King Robert's voice was the loudest.
In the royal stands, King Robert laughed heartily. He loved to see people he knew well being embarrassed.
Robert The king picked up the wine glass, took a big sip of wine, and exhaled happily.
"Ned, this guy is pretty good."
With a bang, he put down his wine glass and said again, "Renly, this idiot, didn't come out quickly when he lost, but stood there like a winner. As a result... haha, he met a young man who didn't care!"
Lord Eddard glanced at Cersei Queen who was on the other side with a proud smile.
"This is like a young man."
"Haha, we were so wild at his age. I remember Jon was worried all day long."
What a wonderful memory...Lord Eddard smiled.
Cersei Queen took a sip Summer Wine, and she sneered. Since she likes to recall the past so much, she should try to send him to reunite with old acquaintances as soon as possible.
In the afternoon, Gryn first shot down the mercenary knight wearing a plaid cloak, and then stabbed the Hound Sandor off his horse.
Jaime's record is also very beautiful. He easily defeated Sir Andar·Royce and Dorne's Bryce·Caron Earl like a horse riding performance. Then he fought fiercely with Ser Barristan Selmy for several rounds and won the victory.
Gregor·Clegane, nicknamed the Mountain, is nearly eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and arms as thick as small tree trunks. His mount is like a toy horse under his armored feet, and the lance in his hand is like a broom stick. He has just violently defeated one opponent after another, and almost every person who was unsaddled was seriously injured.
Knight of Flowers went in and out three times, first defeating three Kingsguard, and then faced off against the younger brother of Royce. His family spell seemed unable to withstand Knight of Flowers's bravery, and Robar, who was dizzy and unable to move, was carried back to the camp on a stretcher.
The hoofbeats of war horses rumbled, and the jousting contest lasted all day, trampling the land of the contest venue into a dilapidated wasteland.
In the end, there were only four people left in the field: Sir Gryn·Lord Crabb, Sir Jaime·Lannister, Sir Loras·Tyrell, Sir Gregor·Clegane.
By this time the moon had already risen and people were tired, so King Robert announced that the last three games of the lance competition would be held tomorrow morning, followed by team close combat and archery competitions.
Everyone went to the riverside to attend Tournament's dinner.
In the camp, six astonishingly large yaks were slowly turning on the barbecue spit, and the chef next to them was busy applying butter and spices until the meat was roasted to a crispy texture and overflowing with fat. A large dining table and benches were set up outside the tent, and the tables were filled with beets, strawberries and freshly baked bread.
The minstrels sat in front of the king's tent, letting beautiful music flow into the dusk. A juggler threw burning sticks in the air. The king's jester Moon Boy wore colorful clothes, danced on stilts, and mocked everyone present. His clever and vicious tongue made everyone laugh.
The positions of Sansa and Septa Mordane were arranged to the left of the king and Queen. When Prince Joffrey sat down on her Right Hand, she felt like a deer bumping around in her heart.
Joffrey's hair shone like real gold. He wore a dark blue tight-fitting jacket with two rows of golden lion heads embroidered on it, and a slender Crown made of gold and sapphire on his forehead.
Sansa felt that Joffrey was as heroic as the prince in the ballad, and she was completely fascinated.
With an elegant smile on his face, Joffrey lowered his head and kissed the back of Sansa's hand.
"Dear Miss Sansa, you are so charming."
Hearing Joffrey's gentle praise, Sansa's heart seemed to be singing.
Sansa pursed her lips and smiled, trying to look serious... She wanted to appear polite and calm in front of Joffrey.
Sansa chatted with Joffrey about Tournament.
Sansa straightened his waist and said, "Prince Joffrey, who do you think will be the champion tomorrow?"
"Of course it's my uncle Jaime."
Joffrey's expression was full of confidence, and he continued, "In a few years, when I can enter the venue to participate in Tournament, I will clean up everyone. Miss Sansa, then I will personally bring you the Queen of Love and Beauty flower crown."
Thump thump, Sansa felt that he had completely fallen in love with Joffrey.
Joffrey looked at Sansa and raised the corners of his lips. He raised his hand, called the waiter to bring a pot of Summer Wine, and poured a cup for Sansa himself.
Sansa didn't need to drink, she was already intoxicated by the magic of tonight. She was confused and fascinated by the prince in her dreams.
Meanwhile, delicacies were served one after another, including a thick barley and venison soup, a beet salad sprinkled with nut shards, a spinach and plum salad, and snails poached with honey and garlic.
Sansa had never eaten snails, so Joffrey taught her how to dig out the meat from the snail shell, and personally fed her the first sweet bite.
Next came the baked Trout sealed in clay. Joffrey walked over and personally pried open the hard clay covering it, cut off a piece from the part that Cersei Queen only deserves to enjoy, and put it on Sansa's dinner plate with a smile.
Joffrey combined all the etiquette into one, chatting with Sansa all night long, praising one after another, making Sansa laugh non-stop.
In addition, Joffrey and Sansa shared trivial gossip in Red Keep, and explained Moon Boy's jokes to her, etc. In the end, she forgot all the etiquette she had learned, leaving only laughter... Ah, tonight was so wonderful.
The next day, morning.
After Lord Eddard accompanied King Robert into the tournament venue, he walked through the crowd, walked to his daughter and sat down next to him.
Septa Mordane is not feeling well today. Lord Eddard agreed to accompany Sansa to watch the championship decisive battle of the lance competition last night.
Lord Eddard looked around, but didn't find his little daughter, so he asked, "Where is Arya?"
Sansa said obediently, "Father, my sister ran to Jon's side..."
Wuwuwuwuwuwu, at this moment the horn of the competition just blew, and Sansa's attention immediately turned to the competition field.
The first game today was Gryn versus Jaime. He appeared on the field first and saluted King Robert from a distance on his horse.
Jaime entered the arena riding a blood-brown war horse covered in gold-plated ring armor. He himself was glittering with gold from head to toe. He also blew kisses to the ladies in the stands from time to time.
Gryn:"..."
Gryn and Jaime rode to the edge of the field and stopped their horses respectively. As the horn sounded, the two horses began to run at full speed.
With a bang, the blood-brown horse lost an owner. It ran away to eat grass alone... The shiny golden Jaime rolled in the mud.
Gryn walked around the field to accept the cheers of the crowd, and Jaime got up and left in embarrassment on the muddy ground.
Sansa grabbed his father with his little hand and said excitedly, "Father, Lord Gryn is so awesome!"
Lord Eddard felt happy when he saw Gryn riding his horse around the field. He smiled and said, "His skills are very flexible and his strength is very strong."
Lord Eddard could see clearly that just when Kingslayer was about to thrust out his lance, Gryn's lance hit his opponent's chest first.
Eddard thought of his eldest son...Robb is also very good at riding a gun. He and Gryn should be able to chat well.
"Father, who do you think will win the championship? Can Knight of Flowers defeat Lord Gryn?"
Wuwuwuwuwuwu, the sound of the trumpet for the knight's entrance came to mind again.
Loras's mount is a beautiful gray mare, which moves quickly and swiftly. Ser Gregor's big stallion neighed as soon as it smelled its scent.
Loras With a flick of his feet, the gray horse jumped left and right like a nimble dancer. He pulled off the reins and the horse ran towards the starting line on the other side.
Sansa was relieved to see Loras easily resolve the problem.
She glanced worriedly at Ser Gregor, who was as big as a mountain, and said, "Father, don't let Ser Gregor hurt Knight of Flowers."
Lord Eddard patiently explained, "Don't worry, Sansa. They are using lances for competitions. They will break into pieces upon collision, so no one will be hurt."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Ser Gregor who couldn't control his mount and frowned slightly... He heard that when King's Landing was captured, the seventeen-year-old Gregor was with Lord Tywin. Although he had just become a knight, he was already famous for his tall size and unparalleled ferocity.
Some people say that the person who smashed the baby prince Aegon Targaryen·Targaryen to death on the wall was none other than Gregor. They also said that he later raped the baby's mother, Princess Elia, who was Dorne, and finally killed her with a sword.
Lord Eddard didn't remember talking to Gregor, but when he put down the rebellion of Balon·Greyjoy, Gregor did fight with him along with thousands of other knights.
He doesn't easily believe rumors, but the rumors related to Ser Gregor really don't seem to be groundless... Some people say that he is about to get married for the third time, and there are all kinds of terrifying rumors behind the deaths of his first two wives.
It is said that his castle is a gloomy and terrifying place, with servants missing inexplicably, and even dogs are afraid to enter the hall. Moreover, his sister died mysteriously when she was young, his brother was injured by fire, and his father died in a hunting accident.
The horse was screaming and neighing, stamping its feet and shaking its head. The Mountain kicked it viciously with its steel-armored feet. The horse stood on its hind legs and almost threw him off.
Ser Gregor pulled the reins and rope for a long time, and finally brought the horse to the starting line at the edge of the field.
The horn sounded, and the Mountain had just started to move, but the horse was galloping forward violently, while the little mare Knight of Flowers sprinted as smoothly as silk.
The Mountain twisted the shield and set it down, adjusted the spear, and tried hard to make the disobedient horses run in a straight line. Suddenly...Knight of Flowers was coming towards them, and the spear point attack was just right. In the blink of an eye, the Mountain fell down.
The Mountain's body was really too big, so it also pulled the horse down, and their armors rolled into a ball.
The stadium suddenly erupted with cheers, cheers, whistles, gasps of horror, and excited whispers.
Knight of Flowers reined in the reins on the opposite side of the field, not even breaking the lance. When he lifted his mask and smiled, the sapphires on his body flashed in the sun, and all the spectators went crazy for him.
In the middle of the field, the Mountain finally let go of the reins and stirrups, and stood up angrily. He suddenly pulled off his helmet and threw it to the ground. The Mountain's face was gloomy and full of anger.
The Mountain roared at the attendant, "Bring me the sword!"
The little attendant held the long sword and hurriedly ran forward to hand it to him. At this time, the fallen horse also stood up.
The Mountain slashed his mount with one sword. The force was so fierce that it almost chopped off the horse's head. The cheers on the field instantly turned to screams.
The horse screamed and knelt down to death. The Mountain held the bloody sword and strode towards Knight of Flowers on the other side.
Everything happened too fast.
Knight of Flowers also shouted for the sword, but the Mountain pushed his attendant away and reached out to grab the reins of the gray horse.