iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 419: Legendary Assassin
Lady Catelyn and Maester Luwin couldn't help but look at each other, paused, and said, "Ned, will you respond to Stannis? I want to know your plans."

After a solemn silence, Duke Ed slowly spoke: "According to the law, he is my legal king."

Seeing her husband frowning, Caitlin's lake-blue eyes moved slightly, and she said, "You have guessed his purpose, right?"

Without waiting for Eddard to speak, she continued, "Yes, it is obvious that Stannis came for the troops of the North, because he is still the legitimate king who does not sit on the Iron Throne."

Duke Ed frowned and said, "Kate..."

Catelyn sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Ned, I shouldn't have made malicious assumptions about a king. I know that the war between the Starks and the Lannisters will break out sooner or later. I just want to remind you that he might order you to send the Northern army south tomorrow to seize the Iron Throne for him."

Looking at the master of Winterfell who closed his eyes in deep thought, Maester Luwin said respectfully: "Lord Ned, the people of the North have experienced more than a year of war. They need to recuperate. This is related to the survival of the North."

Lord Eddard nodded his chin silently. After a long while, he opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Kate, Luwin, do you remember the Night's Watch who visited Winterfell three months ago (Chapter 355)? The two dead rangers turned into wights at night. Winter is coming."

Hearing this, Catelyn's blue eyes trembled slightly: "Ned, do you think... Stannis came here for those things?"

Eddard turned his gaze to his wife, nodded, and said, "Stannis may also know about this, so he suddenly decided to go to the Wall."

Catelyn moved her lips and said in surprise: "The people of Stormland believe in the legend of the White Walkers? Oh, God bless you."

Lord Eddard stared at the letter on the table and said, "Although Stannis has a different personality from Robert, he also values ​​honor. Perhaps he believes in the honor of the Night's Watch for thousands of years."

Catelyn hesitated, then said, "Ned, I must remind you that although Stannis does not have the Iron Throne, he is already the king. We cannot look at him the same way as before."

Once, when he went to see Robert's ex-wife, she also reminded him so (Chapter 101)...

Eddard nodded slightly: "I will pay attention, Cat. I have no reason to refuse Stannis's call, because he is Robert's heir, but..."

Then he handed the letter to Caitlin: "Take a look."

After reading the letter, Catelyn couldn't help but wonder, "Why did he mention in the letter... that you should bring King Robert's illegitimate children with you?"

She handed the letter in her hand to the person beside her: "Maester Luwin, take a look at it... Ned, do you know how he knew that Mya and Gendry were in Winterfell?"

"I wonder about this as well. We haven't exposed their identities here."

Maester Luwin finished reading the letter quickly. He put the letter back on the table and said, "My lord, my lady, according to the records in the books of the Citadel, among the followers of the Light of Light across the Strait, some red-robed priests can foresee secrets through flames."

Catelyn said with a complicated expression: "Is this the reason why Stannis is so devout to the Lord of Light? I have heard that there is a red-robed priestess by his side. If she really has such great ability, their God should have let him sit on the Iron Throne long ago, instead of..."

The Tully lady opened her mouth but didn't say anything else. Ever since she learned that Stannis had completely abandoned the Seven Gods, she felt that Stannis was really crazy. This alone was enough for all the Seven Gods believers in the Seven Kingdoms to oppose his crown of the Seven Kingdoms.

Because of Robert, her husband also loved Robert's brother, and she couldn't say anything too harsh in front of her husband.

Maester Luwin then spoke up, "Lord Ned, what is your decision?"

"For Robert's sake, and for the honor of the Starks, I will go to the Wall to meet Stannis, but I will not take Mya and Gendry with me."

Both his wife and the old bachelor looked at him, and they seemed surprised that he "disobeyed" the king's order.

A slight embarrassment flashed across the wolf's face. "Those two children are Robert's blood. I have the responsibility to protect them... Green once reminded me in the Red Castle that reasonable suspicion is the prerequisite for protecting the people around you. I didn't do it. Because of my stupidity, many people were killed. Sansa and Arya also fell into the trap because of me."

He glanced between the two men. "To be honest, I still can't do it. So I will talk to Stannis in person."

He sighed slightly: "He should also know that Robert has many enemies. I will ask him to help me conceal the background of the two children."

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"Mercenary, I am the legendary assassin of the Seven Kingdoms. I warn you, do not provoke me with your **."

"Master Assassin, aren't you cold?"

"Hey, I really need to be careful not to freeze myself. I love this place so much."

Tyrion pulled up his trousers in his thick fur clothing and said, "Haha, my favorite thing to do every day is to pee on the other side of the world!"

Having said that, he climbed down from the battlement, then slipped and nearly fell.

Bronn walked over with a lewd smile on his face. "Lord Tyrion, do you seem to be reminding me of my origins?"

Tyrion lifted his left foot and moved his ankle, it felt a little painful...

"You are really smart. Although you are a noble, don't forget who you are, because the world will not forget. It is best to use it to arm yourself so that you will have no weaknesses." "My noble lord, this sounds very touching to the mercenary."

"Don't you feel that many people here are hostile to the Lannisters? I am obviously a Lannister killer, but they regard me as an object of hatred..." Tyrion smiled slightly and continued: "Their first sword will definitely be aimed at my guards. I need you to be alive, so I need you to be vigilant."

Ser Bronn grinned. "I always sleep with one eye open, my lord."

Tyrion bent down and touched his ankle, then moved his body again. "If you could snore a little less in your sleep, I would be very grateful to you, sellsword."

Taking a deep breath of the cold air on the Wall, Tyrion patted Bronn's thigh and said seriously, "Try to avoid duels in the future. The beautiful castles and beauties in the king's territory are waiting for you to return, ser."

Ser Bronn shrugged.

Tyrion limped along, saying, "Who would have thought that of the nineteen great fortresses of the Night's Watch on the Wall, only three are now manned? The other forgotten castles may have already become playgrounds for wandering ghosts."

Bronn walked slowly beside them and said, "It's cold, bitter, and dangerous. It feels like the exile place at the end of the world."

"For the people of the Seven Kingdoms, this place has long been a place of exile for sinners."

Climbing down the stairs carefully, Tyrion patted the snow on his knees and asked, "By the way, how did you convince the Lord Commander to stay here yesterday?"

Bronn chuckled. "The Night's Watch welcomes every friend who trusts them. Duke Green happens to be one of them. Since I am employed by him, I am allowed to stay here temporarily."

Tyrion scratched his cheek, which was red from the cold wind, and said, "For hire... temporarily... Well, you are all rather shy people."

The wind grew stronger, the surrounding wooden houses creaked, and the heavy windows that were not closed tightly slammed repeatedly.

A pile of snow slid down from the roof and landed beside them with a muffled thump.

Near the Night Watch's training ground, the sound of swords clashing could be heard everywhere.

The Night's Watch's headmaster, Ser Alliser Thorne, and a young, dark-haired Night's Watcher were training a group of former criminals who had just been sent to Castle Black.

Tyrion is one of the same villains as these people. Technically, he should be standing there, holding a sword taller than himself, and then... make them laugh to death.

Sadly, the 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch took a dim view of the legendary assassin known throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

Yes, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont had assigned him to Maester Aemon at the Wall as his assistant, and to be honest... he was actually quite happy with the job.

After standing at the side of the training ground for a while, the brown-haired assistant coach walked towards them. His name was Theon Greyjoy, the heir to the Iron Islands who had failed in his attack on Winterfell as the adopted son of the Wolf (Chapter 210).

Theon stood in front of him with a proud look on his face, and just as he was about to speak, Tyrion's voice came first: "Hey, Your Highness, you have a really beautiful chin."

Theon's face froze, and he said, "Dwarf, you should practice swordplay with them."

Tyrion's eyes widened in disbelief. "You are the 998th Lord Commander?"

He turned and asked, "Bron, wasn't Lord Mormont still Lord Commander yesterday? Did he abdicate? What happened this morning?"

Theon's face turned red and he shouted angrily, "Don't talk nonsense! Lord Mormont is still Lord Commander of the Night's Watch!"

After hearing this, Tyrion's smile faded. "You know I'm under the jurisdiction of Maester Aemon. This is an order from the Lord Commander."

He clenched his chin and examined Theon. "Are you...willfully ignoring Lord Mormont's orders?"

Xien couldn't help but glance around and said through gritted teeth: "Don't spread rumors, I just forgot about it temporarily!"

After saying that, he turned around and quickly returned to the training ground.

Tyrion put his hands behind his back, looked at his back, and said with emotion: "I thought he would angrily challenge a duel."

Ser Bronn grinned. "I thought I'd make some money."

Tyrion couldn't help but reach out and touch the purse in his gray wool sweater. He said, "Sellman, don't stare at my golden dragon all day long. I am a poor Lannister now."

Ser Bronn smiled and said, "You don't miss your father's inheritance at all? Perhaps he left a portion for you."

After a short silence, Tyrion suddenly smiled: "Don't forget, I am his fugitive."

In the bleak cold wind, he murmured in a low voice: "The dwarf son is his eternal shame."

(End of this chapter)