Gendry nodded. The few remaining Sparrows also prepared to go outside for their punishment, then take away the High Sparrow's body.
"Wait." Gendry waved a hand, then unfastened his yellow cloak and strode toward the High Sparrow's body.
Gendry looked at the High Sparrow's body. The High Sparrow had been a tall, gaunt man with cold eyes, gray hair, and pronounced wrinkles on his face.
There was no telling how many blows the High Sparrow's body had taken. There were dagger wounds and injuries from clubs, puncture wounds and blunt-force wounds. Though his body was a bloody mess, his face bore no wounds.
"It is our responsibility as knights that this old septon became a Sparrow, that these people became Sparrows. Knights exist to protect the weak and innocent. Knights should protect the people." Gendry laid his yellow cloak over the High Sparrow's body.
You wanted this too, didn't you, High Sparrow? Fewer Sparrows in this world. It wasn't the High Sparrow's ambition that created the Sparrows, but these mad and hypocritical lords and knights.
"Because we have sinned, we repent." The High Septon and the senior septons also began to mourn, repenting their sins and transgressions.
"You have the spirit of a true knight. Thank you for not cutting off the High Sparrow's head." The remaining Sparrows fell to their knees at Gendry's feet, weeping with gratitude, then kissed the ground where he stood.
With tears in their eyes, the surviving Sparrows walked out of the room and received three lashes. Then they limped over to lift the High Sparrow's body, intending to take him back to a small village along the Kingsroad for burial.
"Where will you go afterward?" someone asked curiously.
"The Westerlands. The Sparrows will not forget their hatred for the lion."
Chapter 347: The Wolves