"Strip Pycelle of his title of Grand Maester. You should be beheaded, but in light of all the truths you have revealed, go and write your statement and histories properly. Once you have finished, decide whether you want the Wall or the axe. Do not meddle too much in politics," Gendry said.
"Get out already," Stannis snapped.
"Yes." With tears and snot streaming down his face, Grand Maester Pycelle hurried aside, his life spared for the moment. He was old enough already; who knew how long it would take him to finish writing his books?
"Gods above, let the truth return to the world. May the Father uphold justice for us and judge the wicked, adulterous Lannisters." The High Septon hastily began to pray, and the faithful began going through the motions.
"You are guilty too, Tyrion," Stannis declared.
"Of course I am guilty." The dwarf looked at the towering Stannis and the even taller Gendry on the throne behind him. He saw those who had surrendered, the courtiers, Timett, Bronn, that loathsome Pycelle, and the half-dead Lancel, while his own henchmen were lost one by one. "My only crime was being a Lannister and losing this war."
"I can testify that Lord Lannister did indeed commit treason." A girl hurried out of the crowd.
Shae ran out from among them. "I am Lord Lannister's lover, or rather, his little whore. Lord Bronn knows about this."
"No, you whore! Your clothes, your home, your guards!" Tyrion roared at Shae. "I should have known you were a vulgar creature. I should have strangled you, cut your throat with a gold chain."
"What do you wish to prove?" Stannis asked.
"That Lord Tyrion intended to blow up Prince Gendry and Lord Stannis. He placed wildfire on the river and at the Old