Chapter 147 Hunter and Prey (End)
Lord Eddard yelled hurriedly, "Stop him!"
Everyone was yelling, and Lord Eddard's voice was drowned in the surrounding roars.
Sansa's little hand tightly grasped her father's arm, and she begged with tears streaming down her face, "Father, please, save him!"
The Mountain held the sword with both hands and swung it hard at Knight of Flowers's chest. With a bang, he flew out of the saddle and fell heavily to the ground.
The frightened gray horse ran away immediately, and the dizzy Ser Loras struggled to get up.
The Mountain's long sword drew a semicircle.
With a splash, blood splattered everywhere, and Knight of Flowers's body and head were separated.
Buzz!
For a moment, as if time had frozen, everyone's eyes were focused on the place where the accident occurred, and they couldn't believe what they saw.
Dang~~dang~dangdang~dang~dangdang~~~~
A familiar tune from his previous life appeared in Gryn's mind, and his brown eyes moved slightly...The Hound, who wanted to stop the Mountain's evil deeds, had not run a few steps, but fell to the ground because of his leg injury...Renly jumped down from the high stands like crazy and rolled on the ground several times... Golden Rose's knights and green-robed soldiers swarmed into the Tournament arena... At this moment, many people went crazy together.
The tall figure of the Mountain disappeared into the dense surroundings, his life and death unknown.
Petyr stood next to Gryn, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, and said leisurely, "Tyrell must have found a mare that is in heat."
He slowly raised the corners of his lips and continued, "I guess that boy planned it in advance... Everyone knows that the Mountain always prefers big horses that are big, bad-tempered and wild."
Gryn nodded and said calmly, "Nine times out of ten, that's the case. Golden Rose is too proud... otherwise, today's tragedy would not have happened."
Petyr's pupils shrank, and he paused for a moment before saying, "It makes sense. Not everyone is willing to play games with the nobles. I don't know whether it's good luck or bad luck...The Mountain happens to be not."
Gryn turned his head and looked at Petyr, with a look of helplessness on his face. "Sir Petyr, Tyrell is going to hate Lannister now."
In the distance, dozens of Lannister Red Cloak Soldiers who want to rescue the Mountain are confronting Tyrell's green-robed soldiers, and a battle may break out at any time.
Petyr glanced back at Gryn, shrugged and said, "I heard that Lord of Highgarden loves his youngest son the most. Alas, Seven Kingdoms finally calmed down for a few years."
Gryn doesn't show it on the face, but in his heart he despises Petyr.
"Sir Petyr, let's go over there. I think Lord Hand needs some help."
Everything happened too suddenly. Lord Eddard looked at his sobbing daughter who was holding him tightly and sighed... He had to go there as soon as possible to stabilize the situation before a bigger conflict occurred, but he didn't feel comfortable leaving Sansa here alone.
Sansa is about to cry out his tears. Why did the beautiful Knight of Flowers die? Will everyone forget his appearance and name over time, and no one will compose songs to praise him... How sad.
Gryn and Petyr pushed past the crowd and approached Lord Eddard.
Gryn glanced at Sansa, whose face was full of tears. It was very noisy here, and he raised his voice. "Duke Ned, please leave Miss Sansa to me. I will arrange for escorts to send her safely to Tower of the Hand."
Hearing Gryn's voice, Sansa barely controlled her emotions. She let go of the hand holding her father, lowered her face, and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.
Lord Eddard nodded, patted his daughter, stood up and strode down the stand.
Sansa needed to rest, so Gryn and the guards escorted her out of the Tournament arena, while Petyr followed them and did not leave.
When Sansa sat in Crabb's carriage, he at least regained some superficial calm.
"Lord Gryn, thank you for your help, and..."
As she said that, Sansa looked with wet eyes at the strange man sitting opposite her who was always staring at her.
The strange man was dressed upright, like a monk. He was short, had a pointed beard, and had a few strands of silver in his hair. He seemed to be about the same age as his father.
Gryn, who was standing next to the carriage, introduced, "Miss Sansa, this is Petyr·Lord Baelish, Master of Coin of Small Council."
Sansa's etiquette is very standard. "It's an honor to meet you. I am Sansa·Stark."
Gryn suddenly thought of something... It seems that neither Sansa nor Arya has the "arrogance" of being the daughter of a duke. This is very different from Little Rose's people-friendly image.
Gryn can feel...Little Rose's behavior of not paying attention to other great nobles except Cersei Queen... Although she has not shown any abnormality on the surface, she has always reserved her opinion.
Generally speaking, the two daughters of House Stark have a kind of simplicity that is different from other daughters of dukes.
Gryn gave a few more instructions and left, leaving the rest of the escort mission to the "volunteer" Petyr·Baelish.
Both Knight of Flowers and the Mountain had accidents. Gryn is now the lance competition champion of Tournament. As usual, the king and Queen will receive him together.
Well, by the way, I will take the reward of 40,000 Gold Dragon.
In the carriage, a smile appeared on the corner of Petyr's mouth, and his eyes never left Sansa's little face.
"You have the appearance of the Tully family..."
After a pause, he said again, "Sansa, don't be sad anymore, you are better suited to laughter."
Sansa was a little confused. Petyr's gray-green eyes kept staring at her, but she felt that he was looking at someone else. This feeling was very strange.
Petyr's voice was hoarse. "Cat... your mother..."
Sansa blinked and asked, "Do you know my mother?"
Petyr had a gentle face. "Child, Cat and I grew up together in Riverrun. She is Queen of Love and Beauty in my heart."
Not long after Gryn returned to the competition arena, Lord Eddard assisted King Robert in quickly calming down the chaos and temporarily suppressing the outbreak of hatred.
As the champion of the lance competition, Gryn first circled the field to accept the cheers of the audience, and then with Jaime's livid face... he put the Queen of Love and Beauty flower crown on Princess Myrcella with both hands.
Looking at Myrcella who was a little shy, King Robert laughed, and everyone around him also showed kind smiles.
Cersei Queen is very satisfied with Gryn's move... get King's Landing Tournament champion Gryn will soon be famous as Seven Kingdoms, and Messiah, who wore a flower crown at the age of eight, will also be known as Seven Kingdoms, and everyone will praise her daughter, just as she did when she was called Light of the West.
Cersei Queen raised her chin, and Lioness's daughter would naturally stand above all other daughters.
In the afternoon of the same day, Balon Shi Wen of Stonehelm defeated Jalaba Sol of Summer Isles in the final of the hundred-step shooting and won the archery competition championship.
A total of nearly forty people participated in the group close combat, most of whom were Free Riders who were seeking fame, mercenary knights and new knight squires. They were armed with blunt weapons and fought with each other in a field filled with mud and blood.
One moment they formed a team to join forces to fight against the enemy, and the next moment they started fighting among themselves. The alliance fell apart just as it was formed, until only one person was left standing... The final winner was Mutton·Waters of the Whispers.
They fought for nearly three hours, and the recorder's final list of casualties... included two broken legs, a broken collarbone, a dozen smashed fingers, two horses that had to be disposed of, and too many cuts, sprains, and bruises that no one could count.
After watching the group close combat, Robert told him that the blood in his body was about to get out of control, so he left the Tournament arena with a group of people. It was said that someone saw a White Hart deep in the forest, and Robert promised to hunt it with his own hands.
On the way back, Lord Eddard sighed secretly. He thought that hunting would always be much more attractive to Robert than the government affairs of the kingdom.
Lord Eddard knew in his heart that House Tyrell's hatred was only temporarily suppressed by him and Robert... I hope they wouldn't mess around before he finished handling the matters at hand.
The accident in the game will also be interpreted as a conspiracy, because Highgarden lost the son of the Duke. Now is the time when hatred is the strongest, and war will break out if not careful.
If a war really breaks out... Lord Eddard shook his head. There is only one way to make Robert come back from his obsession with hunting immediately, and that is to fight.
Facing the war hammer of Robert, smart people will choose to go home.
Tower of the Hand.
Lord Eddard met Arya who was practicing standing on one leg at the top of the stairs. Recently, my little daughter is getting better and better at this.
"How was your practice?"
"My whole body is sore from practicing!"
Arya happily reported the progress of his practice to his father and proudly showed off a large purple bruise on his leg.
Lord Eddard personally inspected the little daughter's bruises and frowned. "Arya, I hope Syrio is not too harsh on you."
Arya said proudly, "Syrio said that every injury is a lesson, and every lesson makes us stronger."
Syrio·Forel's sword skills are quite famous, but... He asked Arya to practice rolling back and forth, and asked his little daughter to tie a black silk scarf to cover her eyes and swing around. Arya told him that Syrio taught her to use her ears, nose and skin to sense the surrounding environment.
Lord Eddard said worriedly, "Arya, do you really want to continue studying?"
Arya nodded without hesitation and said excitedly, "Tomorrow we will start practicing catching cats."
"Catch the cat?"
Lord Eddard was stunned, and he sighed, "Maybe I shouldn't hire this Braavosi to teach you. If you are willing, I will let Jory take over and let him teach you sword skills. Otherwise, I can also tell Ser Barristan Selmy that he was the best knight in Seven Kingdoms when he was young."
Arya shook his head firmly. "I don't want them! I just want Syrio!"
Lord Eddard rubbed his hair with a headache. He felt that any decent instructor could teach Arya the basics of slashing and blocking, without the need for blindfolded walking, somersaults and one-legged jumping tricks.
Lord Eddard knows his little daughter's personality very well, and knows that it is useless to argue with Arya. On the contrary, she will become more determined.
She would get tired of it sooner or later anyway, so he didn't insist anymore. "Then Syrio."
Lord Eddard said again, "You must be careful not to hurt yourself."
Arya assured his father solemnly, "I will do it!"
After saying that, she jumped from her right foot to her left foot smoothly.
The second son likes to climb walls, and the younger daughter also likes to climb... Spiral Stair, it should be temporary.
Night, Tower of the Hand.
Petyr stepped onto the stairs, with a mocking arc on his lips.
"Lord Gryn, it seems that our Lord Hand is very troubled..."
With a crash, Petyr suddenly heard the sound of drawing a sword. He stopped in his tracks and turned his head stiffly to look at Gryn, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.
Gryn's long sword was pressed against Petyr's back, and he did not dare to make any unnecessary movements.
Gryn took the initiative to explain, "Sir Petyr, the matter between you and Lady Lysa... was found out by Lord Hand, and sufficient evidence has been obtained."
Petyr's pupils tightened, and he smiled and said, "Lord Gryn, you should know that many people don't like me. Sometimes the so-called evidence is not reliable, that's just..."
Gryn interrupted, "Spider."
Petyr suddenly broke out in a thin layer of cold sweat on his back, but he still kept a calm expression on his face.
After a pause, he said, "Master of Whisperers's information is even more unreliable. This is something everyone knows. Isn't it, Lord Gryn?"
Gryn shook his head and said, "Master Petyr, you don't need to explain this to me. As your friend, the reason why I remind you here is because the evidence is conclusive and there is no way to refute it."
Petyr's eyes trembled and his smile became forced, "It seems that I am lucky, my friends will choose to help me."
Gryn put away the long sword.
He lowered his voice. "Lord Petyr, I think you were forced to assist. The real murderer... is actually Lysa·Tully."
Petyr:"..."
Gryn reached out and grabbed Petyr's shoulder, and said, "As long as Lord Hand believes this, I will let you leave King's Landing safely."
Petyr sneered and said, "Wouldn't I become a lost dog?"
Gryn raised his eyebrows slightly. "Lord Petyr, Vale is your home."
Petyr glanced at Gryn, paused, and said, "Will you send me to Vale?"
Gryn withdrew his hand and placed it on the hilt. "The affectionate Lady Lysa will definitely welcome you, Little Lord also needs your help, and there is no safer place than Eyrie and Bloody Gate."
"Oh, Vale nobles cannot tolerate me and Lysa."
"How could they be your opponents?"
Petyr:"..."
After a moment of silence, a look of shock flashed across Petyr's face.
He said, "You want to use me to cause chaos in Vale? Then..."
As he said that, Petyr looked at Gryn in disbelief.
He continued, "You want to destroy House Arryn?"
Gryn spread his hands. "As expected of Lord Petyr... Only the blood of House Arryn can quell the hatred of Crackclaw Point. I can't hide my selfishness from you at all, so... after returning to Vale, the two of us are still friends."
Petyr took a breath and calmed down.
"Lord Gryn, cooperation requires trust as the basis, but I don't see your sincerity."