Tyrion Lannister has thought about many ways to die in his life.
He had been beheaded by the angry Duchess of Winterfell, thrown out of the Moon Gate by the insane Lysa Tully, secretly executed by his father in the name of "maintaining the honor of the family", and even had sex with a prostitute in bed... He had thought about all of these.
But he never thought that one day he would be kidnapped as a child.
What the fuck is this script?
God be damned, even the worst bard in Westeros cannot write such a stupid story!
There was still a dull pain in the back of my head, as if there was a small hammer knocking inside. When I opened my eyes, it was completely dark, with only a small slit high above my head letting in some glimmer of light.
The air was very turbid, mixed with the smell of urine, mold, and a sweet, greasy stench that he couldn't explain, like the rotting corpse of a rat.
He moved his wrists and found that they were not tied. He moved his ankles again and found that they were not tied.
This was an unexpected surprise.
I sat up with my hands on the ground, and my palms touched wet straw, which was sticky and had been soaked in the excrement of countless people.
Tyrion endured his nausea and touched the wall, leaned his back against the stone wall, and began to look around.
This is a cellar, not big, about twenty feet square, with some broken wooden boxes piled in the corner, a few moldy blankets on the wall, but otherwise empty.
No, it's not nothing.
There are more than a dozen children.
They huddled at the other end of the cellar, like a group of frightened animals, huddled together and shivering.
Tyrion squinted his eyes and counted. The older ones were about ten years old, and the younger ones were maybe only four or five years old. There were boys and girls. They were all wearing coarse clothes, and their faces were covered with a mixture of snot and tears.
One of the youngest girls was staring at him, her eyes shining like stars in the dark.
Tyrion opened his mouth to say something, but only a dry hoarse sound came out of his throat.
Only then did he realize that he was terribly thirsty.
He drank too much and was knocked unconscious in an alley. He was unconscious for an unknown period of time. Now his throat is like sandpaper, his tongue is stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he can't even swallow.
"Water...--." He squeezed out the word with difficulty. "Is there water?"
No one answered.
The youngest girl shrank behind the older child to hide herself.
Tyrion took a deep breath, tried to make his voice sound gentle, and tried to force out a smile, although he also knew that Tyrion's smile might look like a monster in the eyes of children.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I'm just thirsty. Do you have water?"
After another moment of silence.
A boy who looked to be the oldest hesitated for a moment and finally said, "The water... I drank it at noon."
Hearing this, Tyrion's heart sank a little.
"Then why aren't you thirsty?"
"I'm used to it," the boy said, "I only give water once every other day, and it's just a small bowl at a time. Today I don't have any."
Hearing this, Tyrion fell silent.
Give water only once every other day, a small bowl at a time.
How long have these children been locked up?
Five days?
Ten days?
Or a month?
He remembered Humphry saying that many children have disappeared in King's Landing recently.
Fuck.
My luck is so damn good.
He tried hard not to think about it and distract himself from focusing on his throat, but the more he tried not to think about it, the clearer the feeling of thirst became.
It was so clear that he could imagine the taste of clear water, cold and sweet, flowing down his throat and moisturizing every dry cell.
"So damn thirsty..." He muttered, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.
Just then, a small voice came from the corner.
"I have water."
Tyrion looked up suddenly and saw that it was the youngest girl.
She poked half her head out from behind the older child, holding something in her little hand.
"Give it to me quickly!" Tyrion urged anxiously.
The little girl hesitated for a moment, crawled out from the crowd, and moved towards him step by step.
Tyrion could see that she held an earthenware bowl in her hand, containing some sort of liquid, the color of which could not be seen in the darkness.
But to him at this moment, the liquid was nectar, the source of life, and the gift of the gods to this poor Tyrion.
"Good boy, such a good boy..." He was so excited that his voice was trembling. He raised his head, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth. "Come on, pour it in, show me your mouth, hurry up!"
The little girl walked up to him and stood still.
Then, a stream of warm liquid fell from the sky, poured on Tyrion's face, and poured into his mouth.
Tyrion swallowed thickly.
So sweet, so thirst-quenching, it feels so damn good...
Wait.
Why is there a stinky smell?
"Ahem... vomit~~~" Tyrion choked and suddenly opened his eyes, retching.
The little girl stood in front of him, the pottery bowl in her hand was empty, but the expression on her face was something Tyrion would never forget in his life.
It was the uncontrollable laughter after the prank succeeded.
"What the hell..." Before Tyrion could finish his words, a burst of uncontrollable laughter came from behind.
He turned his head and saw that the children were already laughing together.
The oldest boy laughed the hardest, rolling on the ground holding his stomach, crying with laughter.
"Hahaha! He drank! He really drank!"
"Does urine taste good, shorty!"
"Tommie, you are a fucking genius!"
Tyrion was stunned.
The liquid on his face was still flowing down, flowing into his neck and soaking his collar.
Sure enough, it's urine!
At this moment, the little girl was covering her mouth, laughing so hard that her shoulders were shaking. There was no trace of fear in her eyes. She was clearly a cunning little fox.
"You..." Tyrion pointed at her, his fingers trembling. "How fucking old are you before you learn to lie?"
"Six years old." The little girl blinked her eyes and said in a sweet voice, "My father taught me this. He said that people in the city are all fools."
"Are you a fool, dwarf?"
Tyrion opened his mouth and closed it again.
He found himself speechless.
Yes, he is a fool.
Tyrion Lannister, who has been smart all his life and is known as the smartest mind in Casterly Rock, was tricked by a six-year-old girl with a bowl of urine.
And he drank it with gusto.
"You... just wait for me..." He gritted his teeth, but found that he couldn't even make the threat.
At this moment, the cellar door was opened from the outside, and a dim light shone in.
Two men stood at the door, holding oil lamps in their hands and daggers hanging from their waists.
As soon as they entered the cellar, a dozen children huddled in the corner, shivering and saying nothing.
"What's going on?" One of them frowned and looked inside. "What's the fuss about?"
"Hey! Hey! You two!"
Seeing that someone finally showed up, Tyrion quickly raised his short hand and emphasized. "You obviously arrested the wrong person, you know!"
"You have arrested the wrong person. I know you want children." Tyrion continued, "But I am an adult, just a little shorter. To be honest, not only am I useless to you, but I will cause you trouble."
Hearing this, the guard's eyes narrowed, and there was a glimmer of light that Tyrion couldn't understand.
"Go on."
Tyrion was overjoyed and said, "My name is Tyrion Lannister. I am the son of Hand of the King Tywin and the younger brother of Queen Mother. Oh yes, I am also the former Chancellor of the Exchequer... although I am no longer.
As soon as these words came out, the two guards looked at each other.
"Oh my God!" The guard who was so fierce just now exclaimed, "You... are you really Lord Lannister?"
"Of course!" Tyrion raised his chin slightly, the pride in his heart almost overflowing.
"Lannister debts must be paid." Tyrion continued, "Let me out, and I promise to give you a large sum of money...
How about one thousand Gold Dragon?"
Tyrion has used the "Lannister debts must be paid" tactic many times in his life.
In the Eagle's Nest City, when he was locked in a cell, it was he who said these words to the jailer named Mord, which got him the opportunity to be tried by combat.
So this time, Tyrion felt that this trick still worked.
Sure enough, as he spoke, the eyes of the two guards lit up.
"One thousand Gold Dragon?" The shorter and fatter guard swallowed. "Sir, are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true." Tyrion smiled, "One thousand Gold Dragon, enough for you to never have to work in your life."
"Sir..." the pudgy guard's voice trembled with excitement. "You... you are so generous!"
Another tall and thin guard also echoed, "Yes, yes! Sir, please wait, we will prepare wine and food for you! Good wine, and grilled steak! You have something to eat to fill your stomach first, and we will arrange your affairs right away!"
Tyrion was very happy to hear this.
Fine wine.
Grilled steak.
freedom.
What does one thousand Gold Dragon count?
Go back and ask Corleone for reimbursement. Anyway, that guy is extremely rich now.
The two guards turned to leave.
Tyrion looked at their backs, and the pride in his heart was about to reach the sky.
But at this moment, the short and fat guard who walked to the door suddenly stopped.
"Wait a minute."
He turned around, and the face that was originally full of flattery now had a completely different expression, with a hint of cruelty in the mockery.
Tyrion frowned, instinctively sensing something was wrong, but it was too late.
Because the guard had already raised his foot and kicked him hard in the stomach.
Bang!
Tyrion flew backwards and hit the wall.
Severe pain spread from his abdomen, causing him to curl up into a ball and gasp for air, but he couldn't get a breath of air.
"Cough cough cough..." He coughed violently, choking out tears and the urine he drank earlier.
"One thousand Gold Dragon?"
The guard knelt down, grabbed his hair, and raised his face. "You fucking think we are fools?"
Tyrion grimaced in pain, but still tried to keep his voice calm.
"You... what the hell are you doing? Let me out, and the money will not be less."
"Money?" the guard laughed, and his smile was extremely mocking, "Sir, do you think we care about your money?
He knocked Tyrion's head hard to the ground.
Bang!
Tyrion's vision went dark and his mind was buzzing.
The guard let go of his hand, stood up, and looked at him condescendingly. "We already know who you are, Tyrion."
Hearing this, Tyrion struggled to raise his head, his face covered with dust and blood. "What... what?"
"A dwarf is walking around King's Landing wearing noble clothes. Do you think we won't recognize him?"
Another guard also came over and looked at him with the same look of laughter.
As he said this, the two of them burst out laughing.
Tyrion curled up on the ground, trembling with pain and anger at being teased.
"Fuck you..." He squeezed out these words through his teeth. "Wait until I get out, I want it.
"Get out?" The guard smiled, "With all due respect, sir, I'm afraid you won't survive tomorrow."
Tyrion raised his head and stared at him. "What do you mean?"
The guard didn't answer.
He just looked at each other and his companion, then turned and walked towards the door without looking back. "Enjoy your last night, Lord Tyrion."
"Tomorrow morning, we will send you to see Stranger."
The iron door closed with a bang.
The sound of the lock being locked was particularly harsh, and the cellar fell into darkness again.
Tyrion lay on the ground, motionless.
His abdomen still hurts, and the place where he was hit on his forehead was burning, but he couldn't care about it anymore.
Can't live to see tomorrow.
Is what they say true?
Or scare him?
No, if they were trying to scare him, they wouldn't have said those words just now. They really wanted to kill him!
Tyrion closed his eyes.
My mind is a mess.
His father won't come to save him because he doesn't know where he is.
James went to the North.
Cersei... Cersei wished he was dead.
That idiot Bronn is probably still looking for him in the casino, maybe he thinks he went to some brothel to have fun again.
Corleone...Corleone!
Thinking of this, Tyrion opened his eyes suddenly.
Just then, a small voice came from the darkness. "Is your name really Tyrion Lannister?"
Tyrion was stunned for a moment and turned his head. It turned out to be the youngest girl. She climbed out from among the children and moved towards him step by step.
"You... why are you here?" Tyrion's voice was hoarse and weak. "You want to trick me into drinking urine again?"
The little girl didn't answer, she just walked up to him, squatted down, and looked at him.
"Are you really Tyrion Lannister?" she asked again.
Tyrion was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yes."
The little girl's eyes lit up. "My father mentioned you."
Hearing this, Tyrion was stunned.
"Your father?"
"Yeah." The little girl nodded. "My father used to fight in the Blackwater River."
As soon as these words came out, Tyrion's eyes widened slightly.
Battle of the Blackwater Rush.
That was the most glorious moment of his life.
Destroyed Stannis's fleet with wildfire, trapped the rushing ships with chains, and defended King's Landing with stratagem.
Then, the little girl's voice came to my ears again. "Father said that the battle could not have been won. Stannis had so many ships and so many people, we would definitely not be able to defend the city."
"But they saw that there was a Tyrion who was not half as tall as a man at the city gate, and everyone seemed to have gained strength again."
"Father said, that Tyrion is a hero."
As soon as these words came out, Tyrion fell silent.
He felt something stuck in his throat and couldn't speak.
hero.
He had heard too many names in his life.
Monster, Tyrion, devil, prostitute, drunkard, murderer, Kinslayer.
This was the only word that no one had ever said to him.
"My father said, that hero saved many people.
The little girl continued, "Our family used to live by the Blackwater River. If the battle had not been won, we would have been killed by Stannis's soldiers."
She reached out her hand and touched Tyrion's face carefully.
"Are you really that hero?"
Hearing this, Tyrion looked at her, his little face was dirty and his nose was still hanging from his mouth, but his eyes were bright and his shadow was reflected in them.
He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
In the end, he just raised his hand and gently touched her head.
"Yes." He said, his voice hoarse and unlike his own. "I am."
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Lily." said the little girl.
"Lily." Tyrion repeated, then took a deep breath and stood up slowly, supporting the wall.
His whole body ached, but at the moment, he couldn't care about it.
"Lily." He looked down at the little girl. "Listen to me, we will definitely be saved."
Lia blinked and asked in confusion, "But those bad guys said they would sell us to the other side of the narrow sea tomorrow morning."
"It doesn't matter what they say." A smile appeared on Tyrion's lips.
"Why?" the little girl continued to ask.
Tyrion just looked at the closed iron door of the cellar, with some indescribable light shining in his eyes.
"Because...
"I was kidnapped on that guy's property.