Chapter 371
On the morning of the Dragon Queen's attack on Dragonstone, the King's Landing was also freezing and raining, casting a brutal gray on the capital of refugees and rubbish.
Red Keep, the council hall.
The fireplace is blazing and the Conference Hall heating is smoky with a beautifully woven Myr rug.
A purple wood conference table is placed under a chandelier filled with candles.
At the top sits the little Fatty King with hazy eyes, on his left is the Virgin Queen, Margaery Tyrell, in a long pale yellow dress, fluffy hair, and a slender Golden King crown.
Sit across from Little Rose is Grand Maester Pycelle, next to Grand Maester is Lord Treasurer Harys Swyft, White Cloak Boros Blount.
Three senile men.
In addition to King and Queen, there are only five people, which can be called the most shabby Small Council in history.
In fact, Ser Boros, who entered the second palace, was completely pulled to recharge.
He is neither the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard nor the fame of Barristan and is ineligible for the Small Council.
But because the Master of Laws, one of the seven councillors, has been vacant, and the capital garrison is directly under the Master of Laws, the council needs someone to manage Gold Cloak.
Here comes Boros, loyal to Lannister, part-time on the Master of Laws mission.
Well, he only acts as a go-between between Gold Cloak and Small Council, he doesn't directly manage the City Guard.
At this moment, White Cloak, whose cheek muscles are as flabby as shriveled eggplants, is dryly reporting the news he received from Gold Cloak this morning:
"Only last night's At least 200 people were frozen to death in Kung Fu, and Sparrows carried the bodies around the Street of Steel for a long time before they were carried out from the Lion Gate."
Ser Harys touched the bald head and felt a little ridiculous. Short beard, yawned, and said listlessly:
"Why carry it out? King's Landing is running out of food now, why not Sparrows send that meat to Flea Bottom, maybe today's brown soup is more delicious What!"
"hahaha..." As if the bald old man said some wonderful one-liners, several gentlemen in the Conference Hall all laughed.
Even the "kind" Virgin Queen covered her mouth and smiled with two beautiful crescents from her beautiful big eyes.
"Is brown soup delicious? Can I have brown soup for lunch? I'm a little hungry..." Fat King Tommen licked his lips in confusion, looking towards oneself wife with a longing look on his face .
"Gah——" The laughter stopped for a while, and the gentleman and queen showed uncomfortable expressions on their faces, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.
Tommen grew more and more dazed.
"cough cough, Sparrow eats brown soup, but not Sparrow, the people who freeze to death are all refugees from the Riverlands, all Sparrow.
Sparrows carry them to pray , and sent him out of the city to be buried." Ser Boros rubbed his nose and broke the silence.
"It seems that High Sparrow has borrowed quite a few Golden Dragons from the Braavos people," Grand Maester Pycelle's eyes flashed brightly, "with money and provisions, and countless beggar troops, maybe We should pull him into the Small Council."
Harys shook his head as if to hear the most absurd thing in the world, "Didn't you listen to what the outsiders said? The Uncrowned King High Sparrow!
Everyone calls him King's Landing True King!
Invite him to the Small Council, next moment, there will be a set of poor people holding an axe | will raise High Sparrow and rush into the Red Keep.
Just as they forced Most Devout to elect High Sparrow as High Septon, with the blade on our necks, let's kneel and take High Sparrow to Iron Throne.
Then, All of us nobles, like Most Devout Reynard, scrub the Red Keep floor with soap every day in exchange for a piece of black bread harder than a stone and rougher than sand."
"The Red Keep is not the Great Sept of Baelor , here is protected by the elite armored Knight, how can the beggar army rush in?
If High Sparrow joins the Small Council, it will definitely conflict with that Maegi.
Let the beggar army deal with it Demon Dragon, then Demon Dragon set fire to Sparrow..."
Here, Pycelle couldn't help but chuckle, "She has set fire to Citadel, who has served Seven Kingdoms selflessly for thousands of years, Become a villain against guest right, repeat her ancestor's old ways, and burn the Church Forces..."
"gē gē gē..." Pycelle like a little hen laugh it out.
Harys's eyes lit up and excitedly said: "The burning of the Citadel is Mad King II, the violation of guest right is Frey II, the killing of the priority is 'Maegor the Cruel' II, Mad King + Walder Frey + Maegor the Cruel, what does it mean?"
"Hiss!" Little Rose gasped, cry out in surprise: "Westeros three uniques in one, so terrifying!"
" Good terrifying..." Tommen's bread-like face turned pale.
White Cloak Boros flashed a hint of helplessness on his soft cheeks, breaking the gentlemen's happy dreams, saying: "I'm afraid you don't know, High Sparrow is not so disgusted with Dragon Queen.
In fact, after the Dragon Queen news came, his attitude towards the Queen Mother was even more..."
"mother, wu wu wu..." I heard someone mention mother, Tommen couldn't help crying, "You guys hurry up and bring mother back, Qyburn said she couldn't get enough food in Sept."
"Qyburn bastard.... .." Anger flashed across Pycelle's old face.
Then, comforting King amiably: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the Queen Mother is not suffering, she is just fasting with the help of High Sparrow.
Little food and drink, plank bed Mai, praying fervently, and now entering a state of divine enlightenment...well, like Saint Baelor, can hear the teaching of The Seven."
"Really?" Tommen asked. I cried and looked towards the "big" wife with red eyes.
"Really, you forgot? I've fasted too, and I've never been so close to The Seven at that moment, full of joy, happiness, contentment...
If it wasn't for you (Iron Throne), I wouldn't want to go back to the Red Keep! (Fleeed directly back to Highgarden's hometown)"
Little Rose squeezed out an ugly pimple like a pus smile.
Not wanting King Tommen to ask Cersei any more questions, Pycelle gave White Cloak Boros a cryptic wink.
Then, the feeble Kingsguard continued: "Somehow, High Sparrow seems to have expectations for that Maegi, at least for sale, and in no rush to line up.
Unless we Giving up the greater good, or Maegi doing something to blaspheme The Seven, he won't go to Iron Throne.
After all, he's not bad, he treats it like that...cough cough, They have been fasting for the Queen and the Queen Mother in a row."
"Can we get High Sparrow into the Red Keep, and we also fast for him?" Little Rose gritted her white teeth and said softly. Say.
"I fear all King's Landing will riot." Grand Maester frowned.
"It's okay..." Little Rose smiled softly, as if the spring breeze was wrinkling a pool of water, making all the gentlemen warm in their hearts.
"Highgarden can bring in another batch of grain, and I'll endure the filth and stench, and bring enough bread and cheese for a week for everyone who might riot. A week later, who remembers High Sparrow?" she said with a sweet smile.
Like you did before?
The people of King's Landing are about to call you "Saint Margaery", and such a good reputation contrasts too much with Lannister's fallen to the kennel.
Everyone loves Margaery, and everyone scolds | Empress Lun, no wonder Cersei has changed the way to pull you perish together.
Pycelle took a deep look at the sweet queen, shook her head and said, "I've sent Raven to Ser Kevan and invited him to King's Landing to preside over the situation.
Deal with High Sparrow. After the new Hand of the King takes over the Queen Mother, discuss it with the Small Council!"
Although he was very dissatisfied with Cersei, he would never change his loyalty to Lannister, and he couldn't look at Tyrell. Overwhelm Lannister in terms of fame, and don't allow Tyrell to replace Lannister.
"Actually, you all think it's worse," White Cloak Boros chimed in. "High Sparrow is far more cautious than you think, and he's barely left the Great Sept since he came to King's Landing.
>And there are thousands of beggars at every moment before the Great Sept, and hundreds of Warrior's Sons stalwart. He will not enter the Red Keep alone until his safety is assured."
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something.
"Almost forgot, because it was getting cold, High Sparrow had someone tell me that Church needed the right to cut Kingswood firewood.
In fact, he just informed Humfrey. , arranged for Sparrows to chop wood in the woods early in the morning."
"What?" Pycelle, Queen Margaery, and Ser Harys all changed color at the same time.
Grand Maester said angrily: "Kingswood is King's private hunting area. Every deer and every piece of wood belongs to King. This is that even The Seven can't go against tradition. Church dares to risk the world. How big of a deal?!"
They are really angry, detaining the queen and queen mother, and they can still talk about their misbehavior and violate the teachings of The Seven - or Cersei's initiative , took the initiative to arrange oneself's adulterer to seduce his daughter-in-law, and even let him pretend to be his daughter-in-law's adulterer and go to High Septon to sue his daughter-in-law. (Tommen...)
Owning King's property is very different. Today, if you can cut down King's forest in the name of The Seven, will you need to touch King's treasury tomorrow (although it is empty). of running mice).
Do you want to confiscate King's Fiefdom the day after tomorrow and directly occupy the Red Keep?
In fact, the forest, Fiefdom, castle, treasury, and people together constitute a title, which is an inviolable right for the lord.
This is also a sacred agreement between the Church of The Seven and the nobles.
Now, High Sparrow is a little off.
Well, High Sparrow isn't floating, he has a point.
"Uh, High Sparrow has a power of attorney issued by Queen Dowager Cersei, and the Queen Mother agreed." White Cloak said indifferently.
The gentleman and queen fell silent.
Cersei is the Queen Regent, and Kingswood is her family. Of course, she has the right to give oneself things to others.
"High Sparrow, crossed the line." After a long time, a cold gleam flashed in Pycelle's old eyes, Faintly said.
Although this world does not have the allusions to hold the feudal overlord and you control his vassals, but they are all big gamers of the Game of Thrones, how can they not understand the meaning of this?
Harys tugged at the collar and turned to the window facing the sea to the east, muttered: "It's almost noon, and I don't know how the Dragonstone battle is going. The waiting time is really annoying!"
Well, the main topic of today's meeting is actually Dragonstone and Dragon Queen.
A few of them have been talking nonsense for a long time here, just looking for a topic to pass the time.
"Pupupu..." As he was talking, he saw a Big Black crow crossed the rain screen, passed through the window, and flew towards the Crow's Nest Tower.
"Here, the one who flew back from the sea must be from Dragonstone." Pycelle was in high spirits, stood up and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "Wait a minute, everyone, I'll go to the Crow's Nest to get the letter. "