"Restrain Lysa." The Blue Cloaks on the balcony moved straight to restrain Lysa, pinning her hands to prevent any desperate act.
All the lords of the Vale and their servants below avoided the lady regent like the plague, ignoring her wails.
Only the falcon kept circling overhead, never leaving. The air was deathly still and quiet.
"Explain it before everyone, Maester." Gendry looked at Colemon. "They say you once tried to save Lord Arryn, but failed. You know best what happened as he lay dying."
Maester Colemon looked at everyone and stammered, "Lord Jon behaved somewhat strangely before he fell ill. I heard from others that he had even visited a brothel, but it was strange for my lord to go there. He always cherished honor. He also went with Lord Stannis to a smithy to have armor made, the very one where Prince Gendry once worked. My lord also wanted to send the young master to Lord Stannis on Dragonstone. My lady often argued with him over that, because she could never bear to be parted from the child for even a moment. One day, Lord Jon went to borrow a large book from old Maester Pycelle. I remember it was extremely dull, apparently called The Lineages and Histories of the Great Houses of the Seven Kingdoms, with Descriptions of Many High Lords and Noble Ladies and Their Children. The next morning, his whole body ached, and he could not even get out of bed. At the time, I thought it was a stomach ailment. The weather was too hot, and the Lord Hand often added ice to his wine, which might well have affected his digestion. I only dared suppose it was indigestion, never imagining poison. I gave him a purgative and pepper potion, intending to make him