Diagonally ahead of the square on the western bank at Luan River Castle, a Grey Shadow appeared once more atop a tower several dozen yards away. The assassin carefully sheltered in the tower's shadows in the darkness, as unyielding as stone, utterly motionless. At last, his opportunity had come. No one knew how long he had waited in the cold wind, as the members of House Frey died one after another.
He had probably struck while Lame Rosso was being captured. This was the Freys' revenge. They not only looked like weasels, but held grudges like them too.
"Bastard Walder?" Jason Mallister was astonished. By the time they spotted him, Bastard Walder's arrow was already hurtling toward Gendry, seemingly faster than they could react. Ser Barristan Selmy hurriedly raised his round shield to block the incoming arrow.
Gendry saw the arrow streaking toward him, but did not panic much. He shifted his feet backward, and the arrow missed him, burying itself deep in the ground instead.
Gendry spotted Bastard Walder's position, snatched a short spear from a soldier's hand, and hurled it straight out. Bastard Walder was not far from him. This was the opportunity Bastard Walder had painstakingly found, and it was also the hour of his death.
"Protect His Highness!" Jason Mallister hurriedly shouted. Anguy immediately took up a watchful position beside him.
Seeing his assassination attempt fail, Bastard Walder could not help lamenting inwardly. With the assassination a failure, House Frey was truly finished.
Whoosh! Bastard Walder heard the wind and saw the short spear's arc pierce the sky, heading toward him with flawless precision. He panicked, but the short spear struck him directly, piercing his chest. Blood streamed out. The short spear had served as a throwing spear.
Thud! Bastard Walder's corpse slid off the tower,