Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 17 "Trial by Combat"

"What would father do if he was here?" Robb thought as he looked at the crowd in the hall with different opinions.

Theon spoke like a sword, and it could be seen that he was very hostile to the guy from the north, and the onlookers were all servants in the castle. They booed and responded to Theon, demanding that Cole be judged.

This boy of the same age as him had a strong imposing manner, even though he was criticized by thousands of people, he was still abnormally calm, and he occasionally refuted, but he seemed extremely pale and powerless.

While the candlelight was flickering, everyone seemed to be blushing, and seemed to be raging with anger. The whole room was filled with cursing, booing, and even laughing.

The sleeping Bran was awakened by the noise, and Hodor was coming here with him on his back.

"What happened?" Bran Stark asked his brother.

Robb squeezed out a smile, as if he was doing something very easy, "Bran, it's just some small things."

In fact, he was a little tired of this kind of life, the lord was much more tired than he imagined.

Bran glanced across the hall suspiciously, which didn't seem like a trivial matter.

"Master Bran, come sit by my side." The gentle Maester Luwin called to Bran.

At this time, the hall was full of voices, and Theon stood up impassionedly, "The perpetrator Cole, there is no one to testify for you now, it was Horn who moved your things, if you can't produce evidence, you will face murder, fraud, charge of theft."

Cole's heaving chest was full of anger. After all, he couldn't "combat the scholars" like Marquis Wu. Seeing that he was charged with one crime after another, his defense was like a lonely boat in the sea, weak and weak.

"Isn't it Stark who is the master of Winterfell? Who are you? What right do you have to accuse me?" He turned and bowed slightly to Robb, "If Lord Stark really thinks I'm guilty, then as long as I Now that the gods can be invited to testify, I will apply for a trial by combat."

He straightened his body and looked around with ice-cold eyes, and said, "If you think I'm guilty, just come and try if the sword is not sharp."

The knights all showed anger, this man was very angry.

And the seven cooks were filled with fear when they heard that there was going to be a trial by martial arts. They looked at their Lord Stark imploringly, telling them to cook, drink and bully the newcomers.

Xi En narrowed his eyes and curved his mouth, "It's a big tone, if that's the case, then let me meet your sword."

"Stark, I can fight in their stead," he said, glancing at Robb, and leaping into the hall.He said sarcastically, "Didn't you ask who I am? Remember, the one who took your life is the future master of the Iron Islands, Theon Greyjoy."

Cole looked at the future 'Reek', Lord of the Iron Islands, and it was too early to tell.

Maester Luwin put his head close to Robb's ear and whispered something.

"Theon, that's enough." Robb's voice filled the hall.

Seen was displeased for a moment, but he still squinted and smiled and turned around, "Obey, my lord."

"This is just a farce, it's time to end. Cole, I acquit you, but you have to pay the price for your atrocities. Leave Winterfell starting tonight. You are no longer welcome here." Robb's voice was like Valyria was as hard as steel, and no one dared to doubt it.

All eyes were on this arrogant guy, who was standing with a sword, nodded, turned around and walked out of the hall.

When passing by a short fat man, he raised the blade of his sword lightly, and the blade of the sword just slapped the guy across the face.

Gage staggered back two steps, wanting to curse angrily, but could only hold back due to the situation, and then glared at Cole, but could only watch the back as he left.

"He looks so pathetic," Bran mumbled abruptly.

"He is only responsible for his own mistakes, boy." Maester Luwin taught from one side. "Everyone is responsible for his actions."

"But he's Jon's friend." Bran wanted to see his illegitimate brother very much. He felt that Jon's friend should be his friend.

Robb thought for a moment, friend?Who is wrong?It seemed to him that the slapstick trial looked utterly dishonorable.

Cole was holding his sword, wearing the ragged clothes of a cook, when he walked to the gate, the latch was pulled up high, and the iron chain sounded, just like the first time he entered this castle, when he was a guest , at this moment he is more like a deporter, a deporter in the true sense.

After walking out of the gate, he couldn't help but stop and look back. The tower, the city wall and the towering main castle, the ravens were flying in the air, screeching like crazy, covered by shadows, accompanied by the cold wind.

He took the first step into the north, how confident he was at that time, he was the favorite of the night watchman, a lucky traveler, born with supernatural power, and could slow down time.

He thought that he could fight north and south with the young wolf lord and make an incomparable feat.He thought he could start his fantastic and legendary life from here.

Reality is as cold as this northern snowflake.Look, it's starting to snow, and soon the whole northern region will be covered with silver. At that time, the town of Bidong will be lively, and a grand harvest banquet will be held in Winterfell. The nobles and nobles in the northern region will gather together to drink and have fun. , singing and dancing.

Although the northern border is big, it does not have the place where Cole can stand.

Wang Guoda Avenue is magnanimous, but full of confusion, whether to go north or south.

At this moment, he finally recognized his status. He was just an orphan without any honor. He was lucky to grow up on the Great Wall. He was not the king of so-and-so, the son of so-and-so.He is an ordinary person under the starry sky of Westeros, who should have worked on a piece of land to death.

Are you convinced?
Why should you be convinced?

Princes and generals have kindness?
He looked firmly at the wolf flag hanging in the snow wind, the snowflakes dripped on his cheeks and evaporated into mist, at this moment he was like a walking flame, his shadow was narrow and long under the moonlight.

The farce ended, and the crowd dispersed chatteringly, discussing what happened just now.

Robb returned to his room. The cold wind came from the window, blowing the curtains wildly. He went up to close the window, only to realize that it was snowing. There is not even a wave of waves, as long as you go north, the snow will fill the vast expanse of wilderness as if you don't need money.

But how many years has it been since Winterfell has seen snow? It hasn't snowed since he was born, right?At least he had no memory of playing in the snow in Winterfell, and he couldn't help but think of the words his father often said, "Winter is coming."

dong dong dong~
There was a knock at the door, and Robb called someone in. It was Harris Moran, Captain of the Guards.

Moran hurriedly said after entering the door: "Young master, Theon Greyjoy left Winterfell on horseback."

Robb turned around sharply, "What did you say!?"

(End of this chapter)