Dang~~dang~~dang~~
The bells of Great Sept of Baelor echoed melodiously, as if falling from the sky.
Flea Bottom.
"The Gods OK, why is this bell ringing all day long?"
"Then the imp king is dead?"
"The king is not dead. When the king dies, every bell in the city will ring."
"If it's not the king, then who's dead?"
"This is the assembly clock of Sept!"
"The Gods is so kind, do you want to give us bread?"
"Bread?!"
"Don't listen to his nonsense, Bastard King won't care about us..."
"Shhh, shut up, Red Cloak Ghost will pull out your tongue if he hears it!"
"I'm going to starve to death sooner or later, if you don't let me..."
"Stop chatting, let's go over quickly. I heard that Gold Cloaks is going to chop off Hand of the King's head!"
"Don't believe him, hurry up and get the bread!"
Dang~~dang~~dang~~
The bell seemed to be getting louder and louder, jingling, calling everyone.
"They are taking Stark Hand of the King to Great Sept of Baelor."
"Didn't you say he was dead?"
"It's quick, it's quick. Come on, come on, I bet Silver Stag they will chop off his head."
"That rebel should have been beheaded long ago!"
"Idiot! They won't chop his head off here, Great Sept is not a guillotine!"
"You can't make him a knight, right? I heard that it was this Stark who killed King Robert. He slit King Robert's throat in the forest. When he was discovered later, he pretended that nothing was wrong and lied that the king was killed by some old wild boar."
"Oh, that's not the case. The person who killed His Majesty was his brother, the one with the golden antlers Renly."
"Smelly woman, shut up that lousy mouth of yours! Stop talking nonsense here, Master Renly is an upright and good man."
"How did I hear that it was the king's other brother Stannis who was the real murderer."
"Oh, I think it's the female cousin who is the murderer."
"Shh, you don't want your life?!"
Great Sept of Baelor, a group of knights and nobles gathered on the high platform of white Marble Plaza.
Gryn·Crabb and Lancel·Lannister stand on both sides of Cersei·Lannister.
Gryn Wearing gold-plated armor and a blue cloak embroidered with the family crest, he glanced at the crowded crowd below, which could be said to be endless.
Gryn leaned over and whispered in Queen Regent Cersei's ear, "Queen Regent Cersei, the crowd below is too close to us, it's very dangerous."
Queen Regent Cersei wore a black dress that expressed mourning, and a black diamond veil in her hair.
A hint of pride appeared on Cersei's face. "This is what Joffrey means. Our king wants to judge Stark in public, and he wants everyone to feel his justice. Lord Gryn, do you understand?"
Gryn advised, "Queen Regent, please allow me to mobilize some of my clan soldiers to guard you."
Queen Regent Cersei frowned slightly, her tone a little impatient. "That's enough, lions are never afraid of sheep."
Lancel glanced at Cersei and Gryn, and said proudly, "Lord Gryn, I think you are too worried? I have arranged 100 Lannister Red Cloak Soldiers and 200 Gold Cloaks to guard the surroundings. These people are enough to protect the safety of the Queen Mother Regent and the King."
Queen Regent Cersei turned her head slightly and glanced at Lancel, she showed a smile.
Gryn saw Cersei and Lancel flirting with each other and said coldly, "Ser Lancel, there are tens of thousands of people gathered below. I hope the Gods will wish everything goes well today."
Lancel's face turned red. He wanted to say something, but seeing Gryn's face was cold, he didn't dare to speak.
Queen Regent Cersei seems to be comforting one person, or both people.
"With you here, I feel at ease."
Gryn turned his head and looked at Sansa·Stark who was standing with all the ladies. She was wearing a sky blue silk dress, her long curly maroon hair was let down, and she wore seven silver bracelets on her wrists.
Sansa's little face couldn't hide her good mood. She might be thinking that her father would be free soon.
Gryn glanced at King's Justice Ilyn Pine, who was carrying the Ice giant sword, and then withdrew his gaze.
A long row of Gold Cloaks with spears across the road separated the road, and Eddard·Stark was escorted to the high platform by Lannister Red Cloaks.
High Septon walked slowly in front of Joffrey, caressing his chest and nodding. High Septon is old, with gray hair, and a short and bloated figure. He is wearing a pure white robe and a huge crown made of gold foil and crystal, which shines with colorful lights in the sun.
"Your Majesty, the trial can begin."
Joffrey is dressed in bright red silk and satin, embroidered with leaping Stag and roaring lions, and wearing a golden crown. He is the most conspicuous among the crowd. The Hound, who has put on a pure white cloak, and other Kingsguard are surrounding Joffrey.
King Joffrey nodded slightly and said, "Let's get started."
The bells stopped ringing, and a silence slowly enveloped the entire square.
High Septon looked at Lord Eddard who was kneeling on the ground with his face hanging down. He solemnly said, "Lord Eddard of House Stark, please confess your crime under the watchful eyes of the Gods."
Lord Eddard looked up, his face was covered with dirt and dust, his hair was messy and stuck together, looking greasy.
He seemed to be looking for someone, but he was firmly pressed there by Red Cloaks and could not move his neck. He could only see the crowd below.
High Septon repeated, "Lord Eddard of House Stark, please confess your crime under the watchful eyes of the Gods."
Joffrey was leaning on the armrest of the chair. Seeing that Lord Eddard was still reluctant to speak, he said angrily, "My dog, tell him to speak quickly."
Hearing this, the new Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Sandor·Clegane flicked his white long cloak and strode over.
His voice was hoarse and harsh. "Stark, your good girl is waiting for you to come home."
Lord Eddard said hurriedly, "Sir Sandor, please let me take a look at Sansa."
"I'm not a knight, I don't like lies."
After saying that, Sandor ignored Lord Eddard and turned to leave.
High Septon patiently repeated again, "... confess your crime."
The corners of Lord Eddard's lips curled up imperceptibly. He was very grateful to Sandor·Clegane. He had already made sure that his eldest daughter was safe and sound.
For his family and the daughter he loves, Direwolf is not afraid of sacrifice.
He slowly said, "I am Duke Winterfell, Eddard·Stark..."
"What is he talking about?!"
"Louder!"
"Can't hear you!"
"We can't hear you!"
The crowd below shouted loudly.
A Red Cloaks stabbed Lord Eddard in the abdomen with the scabbard of his sword. "Speak louder!"
Lord Eddard gritted his teeth tightly and did not scream in pain.
He closed his eyes in pain, his most precious honor was about to be gone, and he would always bear the stigma that did not belong to him.
He just hopes that his daughter can return home safely... He will spend his whole life repenting for tarnishing his honor this time.
Lord Eddard's lip was bitten at some point and blood flowed freely.
He said loudly with a painful expression, "I am Duke Winterfell and Hand of the King, Eddard·Stark. Today I came here to admit my crime of rebellion in front of the Gods in heaven and mortals on earth."
The louder he spoke, his voice echoed in the square.
Buzz!
The crowd began to yell and curse, and the air was filled with all kinds of taunts and swear words.
A tear fell from the corner of Lord Eddard's eyes, and he raised his voice again. "I betrayed my king, my best friend, I betrayed Robert's trust and trust..."
He shouted, "I swore to protect his children, but I conspired to depose his son and support someone else as king. Now, please High Septon, and the supreme Seven, to bear witness to the truth I said...Joffrey·Baratheon is the only Lawful Heir of Iron Throne. In the name of the Gods, he is King of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."
Curses suddenly broke out.
A stone flew out of the crowd and made a deep wound on Lord Eddard's forehead, and blood flowed down.
More stones followed immediately, but the target was not just Lord Eddard who was kneeling on the ground... A stone almost flew past High Septon's ear... Gold Cloakss all raised their shields to block in front.
After a while, Gold Cloaks and the monks and nuns finally calmed down the excited crowd.
High Septon adjusted his crown, bent down in front of Joffrey, and said, "Because we are guilty, we suffer. Eddard of House Stark confessed his crime in this sacred place in front of the Gods in heaven and mortals on earth."
High Septon raised his hands and his voice was deep and deep. "The Gods in heaven is just, but the Gods is also merciful. Your Majesty the King, how should we deal with this rebel?"
After a pause, King Joffrey walked out from behind Kingsguard's shield.
The noisy crowd gradually quieted down, and everyone paid attention to the young king.
Joffrey sighed softly and said, "My mother wants me to let Lord Eddard wear black clothes. Miss Sansa has also pleaded for her father many times..."
As he spoke, he turned around and looked at Sansa behind him, smiling.
Before Sansa could show his gratitude, Joffrey had already turned towards the crowd below.
"But that's because of their weak women's hearts! As long as I am king for one day, all rebels will be severely punished!"
Joffrey shouted, "Ser Ilyn, cut off Direwolf's head!"
Queen Regent Cersei stood up in shock, her tone was stern. "Joffrey!"
Joffrey came over with an unhappy look on his face.
Queen Regent Cersei suppressed her anger and made her voice as gentle as possible. "Joffrey, if you kill Direwolf, we will not be able to negotiate with the North. I hope..."
Joffrey interrupted his mother roughly, "Then just kill them all!"
Gryn looked up at the sky, and Lancel followed suit.
"Joffrey, Stannis and Renly are ours..."
Joffrey looked impatient, and his tone was stubborn. "Mom, I am the king, I have the final say, and I will never condone Direwolf's crimes!"
"You..."
"Mom, stop talking! I have already shown mercy. If you stop me again, I will cut him into pieces and skin him. He will never die a simple death."
The nobles and knights made way, and King's Justice Ser Ilyn walked out step by step.
Sansa knelt on his knees and sobbed hysterically.
Ilyn Sir Payne made a gesture, Lannister Red Cloaks pressed Lord Eddard's head on the stone platform.
Ser Ilyn pulled out the Ice giant sword from behind, and a pair of deep-set, pale eyes seemed to be admiring Stark Ancestral Sword.
Queen Regent Cersei finally chose to give in, and Joffrey turned around with a proud look on his face.
Poof, a piece of feces suddenly hit Joffrey in the face.
Joffrey screamed, "Who threw it?!"
Joffrey pushed back his hair, shook off a handful of dung, and said with a furious face, "My dog, catch the person who threw the dirty things!"
The Hound Sandor immediately jumped off the high platform with several Red Cloaks. People nearby were squirming and pushing to get out of the way, but people in the distance wanted to squeeze in to watch the fun, making it impossible for him to pass through the heavy human wall made of flesh and blood.
"Kingslayer's female cousin!"
"Bastard King!"
"Female cousin! Female cousin! Female cousin!"
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"
The shouts and curses spread like a storm.
"Bastard King Go to hell!"
"Bastard! Bastard!"
"Bastard! Bastard!"
"Die! Die!"
The mood of the people is getting higher and higher, and anger seems to fill every corner of the air.
After Joffrey roared a few times, he showed a timid look and hurriedly hid behind Kingsguard's shield.
This atmosphere full of anger and hatred is frightening, as if just a spark can ignite it all.
Poof, a sharp arrow shot deeply into Ser Ilyn's eye, and blood spurted out from his eye and flowed down his cheek.
Ser Ilyn fell down in pain, his body curled up in a ball due to severe pain.
The people around were stunned by this sudden scene. After a few seconds of silence, various panicked screams broke out.
For a time, people lost control, pushed each other, crowded each other, and became extremely chaotic.
Thunders composed of anger, fear and hatred rolled in from all directions, and the irrational people seemed to engulf all those in luxurious clothes.
"Bastard!", "Beast!", "Female cousin!", "Bastard!", "Incest!", some cries began to be mixed with the abuse.
"Long live Stannis!"
"Long live Renly!"
"Long live Winterfell!"
"Long live Eyrie!"
"Long live Riverrun!"
"Long live Highgarden!"
"Long live Sunspear!"
Gold Cloaks As we struggled to maintain our defense line, rocks, feces and all kinds of dirt flew overhead.
"We want bread, bastard!"
In an instant, a thousand voices shouted together, "Bread! Bread!"
"Bread! Bread! Bread!"
Gryn put on his helmet calmly, his eyes moved, and he blocked a flying stone with his sword.
"Queen Regent Cersei, please don't leave my side, I will take you away safely."
After saying that, Gryn pulled off his mask.
There was no panic on Queen Regent Cersei's face. She immediately leaned over and grabbed Gryn's other arm tightly.