Chapter 221
2021-01-06
Chapter 221 Parting waysStannis has blue veins on his forehead, and even his face is a little red, the atmosphere Falling into a pre-rainstorm serenity, everyone wondered how the Royal General would deal with Melisandre's public offense...but to everyone in the tent, Stannis didn't have a seizure.
"Everyone, I'm here first for today's meeting. I have something to discuss privately with my priestess."
The king had an order, and all the princes followed. The people who participated in the battle meeting stood up one after another and looked at Stannis and Red Woman with various eyes before rushing through the door and leaving the tent.
There are rumors that Red Woman used Black Magic to assassinate Renly Baratheon, and some people say that this woman is Stannis True King. After today, these rumors will only become more and more clamorous.
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"Your Majesty." Brynden Blackfish concluded before leaving: "We respect your beliefs and gods, but no matter how much you try to prove oneself's piety, you shouldn't Let the monks interfere in national major events. After all, most of your bannermen and supporters don't believe in Red God."
Brynden Blackfish is not qualified to say this, but as Robb Stark's great-uncle, senior enough, and the guardian of Vale's little Duke, represents Vale in a way...Stannis can't blame others for thinking about it - being a king, facing a public confrontation from a priestess across the narrow sea , To be able to swallow this breath, this alone is enough to make countless people think about it. He can only slightly nod, indicating that oneself knows.
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"Woman... you are so impudent, I am the king!" After finally waiting for the people in the tent to clear up, Stannis gnashing teeth said: "Yes What, can't we wait to talk in private? Guess what those northerners will do now, they will definitely go to Maester to read the letter of help from Night's Watch, and I will spend my time trying to appease them!"
"You are wasting your precious time in the wrong place. As your faithful servant, I have to offer honest advice. You will now turn around and head north, before it's too late!"
"Let the self-proclaimed True Dragon humiliate my bannermen in the place where I was born and raised, in the Baratheon family's territory for generations, and gradually gain a foothold with the support of the Tyrell family... Ignoring the frontal enemies, Running to the north to deal with a bunch of peasants and goblins?" Stannis' expression stiffened: "Because of Robert's dying order and the countless golden treasures of the Westerlands, the armies of the North, Riverlands, and Vale have all come together under my command! Is it a more appropriate time to use troops? I don't have the prestige and appeal of Robert. If I give up this extremely rare opportunity, it will be very difficult for me in my life to let these three elites come out again without reservation! At this juncture Run to deal with the wildling, I'm afraid that by the time I've sorted out that mess to the north, the Red Dragon flag has been planted on the top of the King's Landing wall. If that's what your god gave me in the flames, I'm sorry, I didn't this time Follow the law!"
"My God?"
Why does this woman always focus on words? Stannis reluctantly changed his words: "Our God."
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"Guess what I remembered?" Melisandre looked directly at the king displeased: "A very vulgar folk saying - 'It's ugly when it's finished.' As Prince that was Promised, you can't just enjoy the help of R'hllor and not do your duty!"
"Not doing your duty? I allow you to spread the Red God beliefs in Seven Kingdoms and allow you to make an exception for a woman to accompany the army , even broke in and interrupted my combat meeting with no punishment! I also ordered half of the Royal Fleet to go north to support Eastwatch, sent Ironmen to assist the Wall defense, ordered the House Lannister, Crownl Ands and even Storm Reach sent hundreds of prisoners to the Wall... I even acquiesced in the continued existence of the outrageous regulations of the Night's Watch industry tax exemption. What do you want from me? "
"You think oneself has done a lot, but it's not enough... The prophecy shows that only the true king goes to the Wall in person to prevent the darkness from crossing that final line of defense and engulfing the entire world." If you don't go, no amount of means and support will be in vain! "
Talking to Red Woman is always so laborious, she doesn't listen to other people's considerations and difficulties, just talks to herself, Stannis finds that oneself is at a disadvantage in the dispute, and immediately becomes angry: "That's good." , you now kill the fake king who calls himself Aegon Targaryen for me, take the Storm's End for me, and give the Tyrells enough punishment... After all this, I will not say any more nonsense, turn around and lead the army Go north, to fulfill that damn prophecy!"
"You can only ask for R'hllor's bestowment, not order—"
"Receive your damn, one Set another set of rhetoric! Stannis couldn't take it anymore, "I don't see any gift from R'hllor, only you - Shadowbinder's Shadow Magic from Asshai!" R'hllor calls himself Lord of Light, why would he use such dark means? ! "
"The Shadow is the servant of the Light, the descendant of the Flame, and it is R'hllor who ordered the Shadow to assist you in ascending the throne." "
"Huh—you can always make an explanation that looks like that anyway." "
"As Your Majesty wishes, I put away all religious rhetoric." Melisandre's expression didn't change, and he turned to a more accessible explanation: "R'hllor didn't show the death of these people in the fire. They may die, but at least not recently." "
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The cost of any spell is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, Melisandre has never seen this Aegon Targaryen, and has no way to know his voice, appearance and physical characteristics, and he doesn't even know Whether he is in Storm's End, which room he lives in... In this case, there is no way for her to kill this person at all. But these words, once said, will greatly affect the awe of others for R'hllor, even Prince that was Promised, and she wasn't about to admit it completely.
"It takes strength to use this Magic, and if you insist on these people dying, it's a good idea to continue sacrificing King's Blood - and Your Majesty yours The flame is too weak, I dare not draw half a point, or it will cost you your life. She wasn't lying, she was just embellishing, but there was a solution: "Your brother's illegalimate child is a good choice. "
"Enough! "Stannis understands that Renly's sudden death has caused all kinds of speculation in the Seven Kingdoms, and if the same thing happens again, the prestige of the king of oneself will be hit hard: "I don't want to be the king over and over again." Kinslayer, I now have the strength to win without your goddamn witchcraft. I'll dignified storm's End right up and hang these untimely people you say on the top of the city, so you know that even you can't see everything in the flames! "
"Your Majesty—"
"Either use your skills again to sweep away the enemy for me, or just shut up." You have helped me, I can show my tolerance, but I promise - next time you damage my majesty in front of my bannermen, you will find that a king's patience is limited! ”
Melisandre stopped talking, just looked at Stannis in silence, and the room fell silent again.
Stannis couldn't stand the confrontation, he turned around, and sat in his chair. Sit down again and stop looking at Melisandre: "Go, get out of my sight, go back to King's Landing, go back to Dragonstone...anywhere, go on a mission, go to recuperate...Anyway, stop chattering in my ear and tell me Where to go and what to do! I must secure my kingdom before I can mobilize enough resources to fight against my goddamn 'enemy' that is prophesied! I promise you, I'll be heading to the Wall right away when things get down to the South! ”
Melisandre knew there was no turning back: Stannis was in awe of the oneself, but that awe . The tent.
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The sky was already dark, and campfires had been lit in the coalition camp. The soldiers along the way saw the silhouette of Red Woman leaving the king's tent alone. She pointed fingers behind her back, discussed spiritedly.
Melisandre didn't care about the eyes of the people around her. As she walked towards oneself's tent, she was full of thoughts: oneself prayed to Holy Fire for guidance, but the fire only repeated The icy tall silhouette of The Wall emerges, which she interprets in front of Stannis as "The Child of Prophecy must get to the Wall as soon as possible", but could it actually mean something else - such as "The Child of Prophecy is already at the Wall", Or "oneself has to get to the Wall as soon as possible"?
(Is it possible that oneself misunderstood the images shown in Holy Fire?)
This thought is hard to get rid of. She started Doubt—and there’s no better way to get rid of that doubt than to go to the location where the image is displayed and find out….
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(End of this chapter )