Chapter 40
2021-01-06
Chapter 40 Winterfell The New City LordContrasted with the last time the king's dinner was in this room In contrast, the crowded and narrow hall that night looked so spacious after the many long tables and benches were removed. When Igor came here with the leading guard, there were many people in the house.
A row of guards stood by the wall, Robb Stark sat on the high seat that belonged to his father, Master Luwin and his mother sat on both sides, Young Wolf was caught in the middle, the young and immature face had been put on the City Lord of style.
A bunch of words that stopped the maid before breakfast were all wasted saliva. Now Lady Stark is sitting in front. Compared with the last time she appeared, the mother seems to be twenty years older and haggard. At this moment, she is a bit close to the old appearance in the television drama, and she looks not even a few years younger than the old Maester next to her - but it is obvious that she is indeed herself.
Catelyn didn't go to King's Landing, didn't see Littlefinger, didn't get deceived about the dagger... which means that Igor didn't have to think about how to help Tyrion avoid the dagger on his way south. Her encounters and conflicts are over.
And standing in the middle of the hall are the other Night's Watches who arrived earlier than Igor, as well as Tyrion and his guards. When Igor walked to Yoren and the other black clothed persons to stand together, the boy in the master spoke up.
"Welcome, I was busy with the sundries in the city last night, so I couldn't come out to greet you in person. Please forgive me if the reception was not good."
Robb said in the host's tone, the first When I greeted guests as City Lord once, this set of lines was not very proficient and natural, and it was obviously learned temporarily. But what Igor cares more about is that he doesn't have a sheathed weapon, let alone greet Tyrion with an aggressive tone... This change is not big, but it is inseparable from what Igor has done - he is no longer free from Outside of the plot, it is also difficult to withdraw.
"You're welcome." Tyrion sighed: "So, when will your younger brother arrive?"
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The sound of heavy footsteps came at the right time , a huge silhouette stepped into the hall from the door, it was Hodor holding Bran.
"Oh, this child really survived." dwarf turned and looked up at Bran, who was taller than oneself in Hodor's arms. "I can't believe it, your Stark's life is really tough."
"Northerners have to be tough to survive." Robb said, although he didn't have any anger, but obviously not the original plot. Strong hostility: "Hodor, bring my younger brother here."
"Hodor." The giant trot forward with a smile, placing Bran next to the high seat of Stark House Head. Successive House Stark rulers have sat on these big chairs, the boy grabbed the armrest and sat down, his crippled legs dangling in the air, the big chair made him look so weak.
"Lord Tyrion, you want to see my younger brother, he's here right now."
"Bran, I heard you're very good at climbing up and down," Tyrion stared at The boy watched for a while, and finally said, "Tell me, how did you fall that day?"
The hairs on Igor's back stood up. I've lied about what happened at the time, and if Bran said at the moment that I was spooked by James Lannister or fell off by that annoying Night's Watch named Igor, that would be a big problem.
Bran's response made him relax: "I don't know, I could have fallen."
"This child has absolutely no memory of the fall, nor does he remember How did you climb before." Luwin master lightly said.
"That's odd," Tyrion Lannister said.
"My lord, Bran's body is still very weak, he needs to rest." Lady Stark opened the mouth and said weakly, mentally and physically exhausted, she had difficulty even maintaining politeness: "If it's not important Let him go back."
"I have a present for him," dwarf said, turning to Bran at Winterfell's mistress nodded, "boy, do you like horseback riding?"
Luwin master sighed: "My lord, this child's legs are out of use, he can't ride a horse."
"Damn," Lannister said, "as long as there is a suitable Horses and saddles can be ridden even if they are disabled."
"I'm not disabled!"
"Then I'm not a dwarf either." dwarf twitched his lips, "father listened. I don't know how happy."
Robb and Catelyn looked dissatisfied, Theon Greyjoy laughed, only Master Luwin asked patiently: "What kind of horses and What about the saddle?"
"A smart horse, this child can't use his legs to command the mount, so you have to let the horse get used to him, teach it to understand the meaning of the reins and the voice of the master . I recommend picking an untrained yearling so you don't have to scrap previous exercises and start over." Tyrion pulled a rolled-up piece of paper from his belt. "Give this to your saddle master and just do it."
Master Luwin took the slip of paper from dwarf like a curious little grey squirrel and began to read.
"I understand. Your drawing is very clear, sir. That's right...it should work, I should have thought of that."
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Igor stood in a pile of Night's Watch, quietly watching this familiar but changed plot, hoping that everything would end as soon as possible. He had nothing to do but hope that nothing would happen to him until he reached his destination before he set off to continue his journey south.
"Can I really ride a horse?"
"No problem," dwarf told him in a positive tone: "And I assure you, boy, on a horse, you and others The same height."
"Thank you for your help, my lord." Seeing Bran smiling, Catelyn also forced herself to squeeze out a smile: "If you don't dislike it, lunch and dinner, we..."
"You're welcome, Lady Stark." Tyrion bent over and saluted, "But North's big fish and meat have been eaten a while ago, and I prefer to spend the winter outside the city rather than staying in the castle. Experience the local customs in the inn in the town." He turned to the Night's Watches standing aside, "Igor, Yoren, go south at dawn tomorrow, and you will definitely find me on the way."
Tyrion turns and walks out the door, followed by his men.
Twelve Night's Watch remained, and with a dozen Night's Watch Rangers accompanying Lannister, Tyrion's trip back to Winterfell was nothing short of thrilling. And thanks to so many Night's Watches, it's enough to keep the hall from looking too cluttered. Robb turned to them hesitantly. "Black clothed brother, you are always welcome in Winterfell, if you need anything, just let people know and we will do our best to accommodate. Apart from this, I sincerely hope to have the honor of having dinner with you tonight."
He said this remark more unnaturally, but the Night's Watch didn't take it seriously. After thanking him for his kindness, they also left the hall under the leadership of a Ranger Small Captain.
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"Igor?" A guard stopped the transmigrator who was following Yoren and his party out of the gate, "City Lord has something to tell you, please come with me. ”
I have something to say to oneself! Igor heart shivered with cold, say, was oneself found out about lying about Bran's fall, or was it made up that Joffrey was going to assassinate Bran?
Guilty as a thief, Igor gets nervous. He did these two things without malice, but he couldn't make sense with these great nobles. If anything was discovered, the plan would be completely disrupted!
He couldn't do anything right now in Winterfell. Feeling powerless again, Igor nervously followed the guard back to a small room on the north side of the hall. There was only one table and two chairs, and Robb Stark alone.
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(end of this chapter)