Tyrion returned to his camp and lay on a simple wooden bed. He was ready to rest after a hard day's work.
Suddenly, he sat up from the bed and thought deeply.
Hiss, he always felt like he had forgotten something. What exactly was it? He couldn't remember it for a while.
"Ah! Jaime!"
Tyrion slapped his forehead, got out of bed, put on his boots, and hurried to the tent next door.
Jaime·Lannister's feet were tied, and his whole body was tied to a wooden stake, unable to move.
When he saw Tyrion coming, he smiled and said, "My dear brother, if you come one step later, I will have to pull S into my pants."
Tyrion loosened the rope tied to the wooden stake, then untied the rope from Jaime's feet, helped him up, "Don't pull it in your pants, and don't pull it in the tent, no one wants to help you pick it up."
"Dignified the North Hand of the King, of course I can't wrong you to pick it up, I will go out and pull it out right now. Speaking of which, I would also like to thank Lord Hand for giving me such good treatment and letting me live in the tent. When I was captured last time, I lived with the war horse for several months, and the shit and urine were everywhere, not to mention how bad it smelled..."
Jaime also had ropes tied to his body to restrain his two arms without hands.
To be honest, he felt it was unnecessary.
However, Tyrion finds it very convenient because he can use this rope to lead Jaime out.
Tyrion called Podrick, and the three of them came to the grassland outside the military camp. Jaime completed the excretion work with the help of Podrick.
Finally, Podrick wiped Jaime's butt, put on his pants, and the three of them returned to the military camp.
During the whole process, Jaime looked ashen and said nothing, as if he had been tortured, physically and mentally tortured.
Tyrion asked Podrick to get some food, and he led Jaime back to the camp.
Jaime sat glumly on the dry straw on the ground, which was where he slept. "I told you, please untie me and I can take off my pants and poop on my own. Are you deliberately humiliating me by letting Podrick do it?"
Tyrion tied the other end of the rope to the wooden stake and reminded, "You said the same thing last time, and your prosthetic hand fell into S."
Jaime said coquettishly, "That was an accident. I just need to practice more and I can wipe my own ass. By the way, where is my gold-plated right hand?"
Tyrion leaned on the wooden pile, "I don't know, maybe it was picked up by a soldier."
Jaime said with a serious face, "You should help me find it, so that I can eat and... have sex more conveniently."
Tyrion rubbed his painful forehead, "I'm so busy every day just dealing with military affairs, how can I have time to help you find prosthetic hands? Just be patient, and when King's Landing comes, I will make you two pure gold prosthetic hands."
Jaime was sluggish, "You want to attack King's Landing?"
Tyrion knew he had made a mistake, "Don't ask so much, just be a prisoner with peace of mind."
"Is there anything you can't say? Are you still afraid that I will send a message to King's Landing?" After Jaime finished speaking, he was silent for a moment and asked, "How are you doing? King in the North thinks highly of you?"
This is the first time the two brothers have calmed down to talk. Their previous contacts ended on bad terms due to the death of Tywin.
This time, they unanimously stopped talking about Tywin, and finally they could talk for a few words.
Tyrion said, "It all depends on the friendship of the past. Your Majesty Luke is a nostalgic person."
He asked with a joking face, "What about you? Why did you personally lead the army to Riverlands? Did Cersei kick you out King's Landing because he had a new love?"
Jaime couldn't help but increase his tone, "She suspected that I released you and thought that I was also responsible for my father's death. She was very angry, and she is the Queen Regent, so I must obey her orders."
Tyrion crossed his hands across his chest, "So, you still don't believe me?"
"What do you believe?" Jaime didn't know why, "You killed our father, which you personally admitted before."
Tyrion shook his head, "I'm not referring to my father's death. Yes, I killed him. You know why, Tysha, that poor girl... I mean, Cersei's promiscuous woman, she doesn't refuse anyone who comes, and many people..."
Jaime met his cousin Lancel·Lannister on his way north and confirmed this from his mouth. Although he did not want to believe it, it was the truth and he could not refute it.
"Yes, you are right. But so what? She is the Queen Regent and our family..."
Tyrion finally understood, "You still love her? So that's it? Ha, it's really great."
Podrick brought food and wine into the tent, "You two adults, it's time to have your meal."
Tyrion took the fruit wine and two horn cups, pointed at Jaime and said, "Ser Jaime hasn't eaten today, go and help him."
Seeing that Jaime was about to get angry again, he raised his hand to stop him, "Don't refuse. We all know that you can't eat by yourself now."
Jaime endured the humiliation and silently ate the bread and dried meat that Podrick had hand-pulled, until all the food was gone, and he gradually became full.
After Podrick left, Tyrion fed Jaime a glass of fruit wine, and then said, "Do you want to know what will happen to you next?"
Jaime drank the fruit wine and lay comfortably in the haystack, "Let me guess, you will use me as a bargaining chip in negotiations with Iron Throne? In exchange for Riverlands's independence?"
Tyrion smiled but said nothing.
Jaime sat up in shock, "Wait a minute, you're not really going to attack Crownlands, are you? Just with 10,000 troops? Are you asking for death?"
Tyrion poured himself a glass of fruit wine, took a sip, and then pointed to the sky, "We have Dragon."
Jaime thought Tyrion was joking, "Dragon? Do you know King's Landing's giant ballistae? That thing was from House Targaryen during the civil war. Period, specifically used to deal with Dragon. Even though those ballistae are now in disrepair and cannot be used. But Cersei has enough time to repair them before you King's Landing arrive."
Tyrion added, "We have won Vale, and they will also send troops to attack Crownlands with us."
Jaime was stunned for a moment, "Vale? Even so, there is still a strength gap between you and Crownlands's army. Why did you take such a risk?"
He quickly realized something was wrong, "With your personality, you should have suggested that King in the North attack Westerlands and capture Casterly Rock. But King in the North did not adopt your suggestion and instead chose a shortcut full of thorns?"
Tyrion smiled and said, "Although it is a shortcut, I don't think the thorns on the road will hinder the king's footsteps. Because Dragonfire and Giants will help the king clear the obstacles."
Jaime feels strange, when did his brother become so naive?
"Are you so confident? Can you successfully win King's Landing?"
Tyrion held the wine glass and came to Jaime, "Let's go back to the question just now. Do you know what the lords of the North want to do with you?"