"Take her away. This woman's sins should serve as a warning to the world," Gendry ordered.
"As you command." Ser Vardis obeyed his order. These men seemed born to be his retainers. However high the mountains, men stood at their peaks, and those who wielded power were the highest peaks of all.
"Then she gets a few more days to live." Lyn pursed his lips.
"Find her a small room and keep her under strict guard," Captain Wydis said with distaste.
The Blue Cloaks dragged Lysa straight away. The madwoman wept and shouted, while the watching crowd stared resentfully at the plump, deranged woman.
Once Lysa had been taken away, everyone clustered around Gendry like stars around the moon, awaiting his next instructions.
"Your Highness, my lords, there is still one most insidious villain: Littlefinger, lurking in the shadows. He is still in King's Landing," Ser Vardis offered. "I advised Lord Arryn long ago to send him away, or at least keep him far away."
"He may be hiding in King's Landing, but his roots are in Gulltown," Ser Lyn snorted. "Everyone knows that."
"The rotten little court in King's Landing cannot protect him. Here in the Vale, we must first root out his followers," Bronze Yohn declared murderously.
"And his property," the old Lord Hunter added appraisingly. "He has quite a fortune stashed away in Gulltown. The treasury runs short every day. There is no telling how much Lord Littlefinger embezzled."
"I will write to Lord Grafton. He knows what to do, whether with the money in Gulltown or Littlefinger's men," Gendry said. Violence was the final trump card, and the most effective. Littlefinger's supposed allies, the Graftons and the Arryns of Gulltown, were nobles and wealthy men alike. Though they were allies, they were also adept at playing