North of Crownlands, near Duskendale, late at night.
In a few days, the North's army will join up with Vale's army. Margaery summoned the lords of the North and House Tarly's father and son to discuss the battle matters after the rendezvous.
The initial plan was to let the Vale coalition attack the main attack, with the the North army supporting the attack, and only sending Dragon for frontal support.
The North preserves his strength so that he can better face the battle of Rosby.
The discussion inside the main tent was in full swing, but there was no calm at all outside the tent.
No, the unattended Robert·Arryn took his dwarf jester and ran to Quentyn·Martell's camp.
"Who are you?" Robert·Arryn asked very rudely.
Quentyn knew the identity of Robert·Arryn. Considering that the other party was still a child, he did not care about the other party's rudeness. "My name is Quentyn·Martel, and I am the prince of Dorne."
"House Martell... Ah! Are you from Dorne?" Robert·Arryn became interested and sat on the wooden chair in the tent, "Tell me the story of Dorne. I haven't been there yet. But the bard said that you Dorne defeated Dragon?"
Quentyn and Yourong Yan said, "Those are the achievements of our ancestors. Robert If Duke wants to hear it, we can talk about it tomorrow. It's already very late now..."
Robert·Arryn said forcefully, "No, I want to listen now."
Quentyn showed displeasure, and he originally wanted to refuse, "Robert Duke, you..."
But when he thought of his father's instructions to try his best to promote an alliance with the North, he could only swallow his anger. "Okay, I'll tell you."
Robert·Arryn nodded with satisfaction, "Prince Quentyn, then you can start."
The accompanying dwarf jester was very knowledgeable. She picked up the teapot on the table and poured two glasses of water for the two adults.
Quentyn sat down opposite Robert·Arryn in frustration, only hoping that the North's meeting could end soon and pick up this annoying brat.
"This matter starts with War of Conquest..."
Robert·Arryn listened attentively, "Yeah, War of Conquest... cough, cough..."
He suddenly felt a burning and stinging sensation in his throat. He quickly covered his neck with his hands and coughed violently, "Cough cough cough..."
Quentyn thought Robert·Arryn was sick, "Robert Duke, you should go back and rest, and ask the servant to call the bachelor..."
Before he could say anything, Robert·Arryn fell off the wooden chair and fell to the ground motionless.
Quentyn sensed something was wrong and hurriedly helped Robert·Arryn up from the ground. Unfortunately, it was already a step too late. Robert·Arryn was already dead. And the death condition was normal, with no signs of trauma or poisoning, except that the body temperature was slightly higher and his face was red.
He thought to himself, Oh no!
"Ah! Come here, Duke Robert has been killed!" The dwarf jester saw Robert·Arryn dead and hurried outside the tent, shouting.
After a while, the lords who were discussing strategy in the main account came here with Margaery and others.
Daenerys and Barristan took the lead in checking in. One person watched Quentyn, and the other inspected the bodies of Robert·Arryn.
Barristan stroked Robert·Arryn's heartbeat, and put his fingers under Robert·Arryn's nose. He stood up and shook his head, "Miss Margaery, there is no breathing and heartbeat."
Margaery looked gloomy, "What's going on?"
The North The lords all knew that the matter was serious. Duke Vale died in the camp of Prince Dorne. This incident was enough to cause a war between Vale and Dorne.
Quentyn hurriedly explained to Daenerys beside him, "Princess Daenerys is not me. Duke Robert has only been here for a while, and I don't know what happened to him."
Margaery asked the dwarf jester standing at the door of the camp, "What happened?"
The dwarf jester said tremblingly, "The Duke came to talk to Prince Quentyn..."
After she put Robert·Arryn into her account, she described the conversation with Quentyn vividly. It was quite normal at first, and Quentyn kept nodding.
But in the next few sentences of the conversation, the tone changed. It sounded like Quentyn and Robert·Arryn had a quarrel.
"Then, the Duke drank Prince Quentyn's tea and fell to the ground dead."
Quentyn shouted angrily, "You lie! Robert Duke didn't drink this cup of tea at all!"
Margaery asked Daenerys to keep an eye on Quentyn and not let him rush over and hurt anyone. She said to the accompanying Ice warrior, "Go and call Maester Jaqen."
"Yes." Ice warrior accepted the order and retreated.
Not long after, Quentyn strolled to the tent. He had heard the specific situation from Ice warrior on the way.
Quentyn carefully inspected the body and even smelled the mouth of Robert·Arryn. Then he came to two cups of tea and the teapot, and smelled it a few more times.
He glanced at Quentyn and the dwarf jester respectively, then walked to Margaery, "It's Tears of Lys. Robert·Arryn has this potent poison in his mouth and in the two cups of tea, but not in the teapot."
Barristan also took the teacup and sniffed it, but he couldn't smell anything. I really don't know how Jia Qin smelled it. It was strange.
Margaery couldn't help but frown when he heard this, "Robert Duke was poisoned and died? Someone has touched this cup."
This time, Quentyn spoke first. He pointed at the dwarf jester and shouted, "It's her! She's the one pouring the tea!"
The dwarf jester hid behind Margaery and said timidly, "Prince Quentyn, I am using the tea set in your tent..."
Quentyn said angrily, "So what? I have no enmity with Duke Robert. Today is the first time we meet. Why should I poison him?"
The dwarf jester opened his mouth and said, "Duke Robert is my employer. He treats me very well on weekdays, and I can't possibly poison him..."
Everyone sees this, Robert·Arryn really likes this dwarf jester very much.
"Furthermore, Tears of Lys is an extremely expensive poison that I, a jester, simply cannot afford."
Margaery asked suspiciously, "How do you know Tears of Lys is expensive?"
The dwarf jester respectfully replied, "Miss Tyrell, I am originally from Essos. A few months ago, my brother and I were invited to perform in the Western Continent. As a result... my brother died in the war, leaving me alone to make a living. If Duke Robert hadn't hired me, I would have starved to death."
Margaery rubbed his eyebrows. Quentyn did have the motive to kill Robert. Whether it was the so-called "quarrel" or Arya's fight, it might become the trigger.
However, it would be too stupid to poison your competitors in your own camp...
Jia Kun reminded, "Miss Margaery, Tears of Lys is a liquid and needs a container to carry it. We can search the clothes of Prince Quentyn and this dwarf..."
Margaery adopted Jaquin's method and asked Barristan to search Quentyn's body. Daenerys and the dwarf jester went to another camp to search him.
After a while, a voice came from Quentyn's tent, "This is not mine!"
Barristan held a small medicine bottle with a livid face, walked out of the camp, and handed it to Jia Qin.
Jia Kun opened the bottle and took a sniff, "It has a slightly sweet aroma, yes, that's right, this is Tears of Lys."
Margaery felt a little thump in his heart, he was in big trouble, the evidence was conclusive.
But she didn't believe that Quentyn was so stupid that he would poison and kill people in his own camp.
But in front of everyone, she couldn't forcefully pin the blame on the dwarf jester...
"Keep Prince Quentyn and this jester under strict guard until we meet with the Lords Vale before we make a decision!"
Jia Kun seemed to have observed some details, such as the hatred buried deep in the eyes of the dwarf jester.