Chapter 499 The belated judgnt
The white dragon flies over the snow-capped Mingyue Mountains.
Seven closely connected slender white towers are looming among the clouds and mist, like seven pure white daggers piercing the heart of the sky.
“Your Majesty, the Eyrie is ahead,” Bran Stark said.
Samwell nodded silently, patted Cleopatra's neck, and motioned for her to land.
As the political center of the valley, the Eagle's Nest City is located on the top of the Moon Mountains. It is the tallest castle in Westeros and is also known as the most unbreakable castle.
To reach the Eyrie, the invaders must first capture the Blood Gate on the narrow mountain path, then capture the Gate of the Moon at the foot of the mountain, and then climb up the mountain through a very narrow narrow path. The entire process will be exposed to attacks from the Eagle's Nest City and the three auxiliary forts on the mountain.
This city on a hilltop is built of gorgeous white stone, which blends in with the snow and reflects dazzling brilliance in the sun.
The arrival of the white dragon caused a commotion in the castle, but soon Lady Lysa Tully, mother of Robert Arryn, Duke of the Eyrie, ca to see her, surrounded by several well-ard knights.
"Your Majesty Caesar, I really didn't expect you to co to the Eagle's Nest City, and we were not notified..."
"We just happened to be passing by, and we didn't pay an official visit." Samwell said, "We won't stay too long. We will rest for one night and then leave."
"well."
Compared to the last ti we t in Starfall City, Lady Lysa seed to be a completely different person.
She looks like she is twenty or thirty years older. Her reddish-brown hair is sparse and mixed with gray, and her bloated and flabby body is hidden under her expensive velvet dress and jeweled bra.
Her pale cheeks were powdered, but they still couldn't hide the ravine-like wrinkles. She was obviously only in her thirties, but she looked no different from an old woman in her fifties or sixties.
“Auntie,” Bran Stark said as he jumped off the dragon’s back with Hodor on his back, “how have you been lately?”
"Very good, very good." Lady Lysa forced a smile, "Bran, I heard that you fell from the tower. It was really terrible! Fortunately, the Seven Gods blessed you and you survived."
“It’s a pity that the Seven Gods did not bless my uncle.” Bran said suddenly and abruptly.
Mrs. Lysa's face froze, and a flash of panic flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared imdiately. She walked diligently to the king and said:
“Your Majesty, please co in quickly, it’s cold outside.”
"No matter how cold it is here, can it be colder than the Great Wall?" Samwell said calmly. But he still walked towards the castle.
The garden has been covered with heavy snow, and it is completely white.
Samwell stopped in front of a white marble statue of a woman weeping, turned back to Lady Lysa and asked:
“This should be the statue of Alyssa of the Arryn family, right?”
"Yes, Your Majesty." Although Lady Lysa didn't know why the king was suddenly interested in this statue, she still replied respectfully.
"I heard that six thousand years ago, Alyssa Arryn watched her husband being killed without shedding a tear." Samwell said pointedly, "So the gods punished her to die. I couldn’t stop crying afterwards.”
"Yes. The huge waterfall Alessa's Tears is nad after her. The tears that the gods punished her flowed out from the Mingyue Mountains day and night, watering the black fertile fields of the valley plain." Mrs. Alessa felt guilty. said.
“The gods are just,” Bran comnted.
Samwell said nothing and continued forward, passing through a narrow weirwood door and entering the hall.
The dim sunset shone in through the arched windows, and dozens of torches were inserted into the iron candlesticks between the windows. The heat emitted ward the entire hall.
At the end of the blue-grained white marble floor is a throne carved from weirwood, with the crescent falcon crest of House Arryn painted on the back of the chair.
Samwell sat down on the throne and asked:
“Where is Lord Robert Arryn?”
“He fell asleep,” said Lady Lysa.
"So early?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Robert is still young and sleepy."
“Now that the king is coming to the Vale of Arryn, the Duke doesn’t even co out to greet him personally?” Bran questioned.
"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty. Robert has been in poor health. He just drank poppy milk. I'm afraid it will be difficult to wake him up..."
"Forget it." Samwell waved his hand and asked, "Where is Lord Anda Royce?"
“Count Anda has returned to Runestone City.” Lady Lysa said.
Samwell narrowed his eyes and his tone beca serious:
"He is the guardian of the valley appointed by . Before Duke Robert cos of age, he should be the one to preside over the political situation in the valley. How can he return to Runestone City?"
"Count Anda is not used to the cold of the Eyrie." Lady Lysa glanced at the king cautiously and said, "And your majesty, the position of guardian of the valley has always been hereditary to the Arryn family..."
“You are questioning my appointnt?” said Samwell.
The coldness in his tone instantly swept across the entire hall, and even the torches on the wall dimd.
"No, no..." Mrs. Lysa felt a terrifying pressure, rolling back like a tide, making it almost impossible to breathe.
She didn’t understand why the king was targeting her so much, but thinking that her brother was about to marry his sister, she was ready to try to improve relations and ease the atmosphere:
"Your Majesty, I don't know when Edmure and Tara's wedding will be. I want to make preparations early and take Robert to watch the ceremony."
Samwell did not answer this question, but looked at Lady Lysa quietly with indifferent eyes. It was not until he saw fine cold sweat oozing out from her forehead that he spoke again:
“Calling all the knights in the castle, I have sothing to announce.”
Mrs. Lysa had an ominous premonition in her heart, but she did not dare to disobey the king's order.
Soon, hundreds of knights loyal to the Arryn family in the Eagle's Nest City gathered in the hall.
“Your Majesty, all the knights of House Arryn are here.” Lady Lysa said.
She secretly looked at the king on the high platform. He was sitting on a weirwood throne. The marble wall behind him reflected a pale light, a cold light...but it was not half as cold as the king.
He ca from the Great Wall of Impasse, and seed to have brought all the black ice from the far north to the Eagle's Nest City.
Mrs. Lysa felt uneasy, but at the sa ti she kept comforting herself——
No way, he couldn’t know that!
But if not, why does the king treat himself like this?
There are also hints of Alessa's tears...
“Everyone,” the king spoke, his loud voice echoing in the hall, “today I want you to be a witness.”
Witness?
The knights of the Arryn family were a little confused when they heard this, but they still listened quietly to the king's speech.
"Four years ago, Jon Arryn, the last Duke of the Eyrie, was poisoned and died in Starfall City. I was also present at the ti and witnessed the tragedy." Samwell continued, "I made up my mind at that ti Determined to give justice to Lord Jon Arryn and find out the real culprit who killed him!"
"Hasn't the real murderer been killed, Your Majesty?" Lady Lysa said quickly, "It was Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper. You killed him with your own hands in Skyreach City! You have already served Jon... Duke Arryn has taken revenge! The Seven Gods have witnessed it, and the Arryn family will always rember your kindness!"
"Really?" Samwell smiled faintly, turned to look at Bran Stark and asked, "I heard that the 'Three-Eyed Raven' flew in the river of ti and saw the past scenes. Bran, Have you seen the true murderer of Jon Arryn?"
Bran nodded, looked at Mrs. Lysa with cold eyes, and said:
“Auntie, you are the real murderer of Jon Arryn.”
As soon as these words ca out, there was an uproar in the hall.
The knights all looked at Lady Lysa with disbelief.
"You're kidding, aren't you, Bran?" Lady Lysa's hands were shaking, and her face beca paler than the white stone walls of the Eyrie.
"I can swear on the honor of the Stark family." Bran said solemnly, "What I say is absolutely no lie."
"No! Never!" Mrs. Lysa scread, "You are lying! How could I murder my husband!"
"Because you don't love your husband at all." Bran continued in an indifferent tone, "You love Petyr Baelish, 'Littlefinger', and it was he who ordered you to poison Jon... Aelin.”
The discussion in the hall suddenly beca louder.
"Lies! They are all lies!" Mrs. Lysa pointed at Bran with a trembling finger, her face gradually beca ferocious, "Why do you want to harm ! I am your mother's sister!"
“The gods will not tolerate those who kill their relatives,” Brand said.
Mrs. Lysa was shaking with anger, but then she saw the king on the high platform and said quickly:
"Your Majesty, please don't believe Bran's lies! How could I do such a thing? I..."
“What if I believe that?” Samwell interrupted lightly.
Mrs. Lysa suddenly froze on the spot, as if she had beco an ice sculpture.
Samwell spoke again and asked:
"Lysa Tully, when Robert Baratheon held the Red Viper trial in King's Landing and invited you to co and testify, why didn't you go?"
"I..." Lady Lysa imdiately shouted, "I am worried about being retaliated by the Red Viper. Yes, I am afraid that he will poison too!"
"Oh? That's right." Samwell said, "What about the love affair with Littlefinger?"
"It's all lies!" Lady Lysa shouted, "How could I fall in love with a guy of low birth! Have you ever been to the territory of House Baelish? There are only desolate coasts, rugged rocks, sheep dung and Horse manure!”
"If that's the case, why are you pregnant with the child of such a young noble?" Bran asked.
Hearing this, Mrs. Lysa seed to be struck by a bolt of lightning, and she stood there without moving for a long ti.
"Yes, Aunt, I know it all," Bran said, his eyes flashing with pity and wisdom beyond his years. "You don't have to deny it."
Samwell also spoke:
"Actually, Littlefinger told all this before he died. It's just that over the years, I haven't had ti to deal with it, and you have been hiding in the Eyrie. But Lysa Tully, you can't last forever Hide. The gods will not allow you to hide anymore.
Just judgnt will co sooner or later. "
Mrs. Lysa staggered on the spot a few tis, collapsed, and stopped trying to defend herself.
She smiled sadly, put her hands on her stomach and rubbed it, and said:
"Yes, I love Petyr. How much ups and downs and tortures we have gone through between us. You don't know. I did have a very sweet little baby for him."
Her face turned ferocious: "But they took him away! With a cup of moon tea... When my father served it to , I didn't even know what I was drinking! They murdered my child!"
Then leave to a slly old guy!
I hate them!
I hate everyone!
Petyr told he would avenge our children!
I have indeed taken my revenge!
Ha ha ha ha!
Jon Arryn, that old guy didn’t even know who killed him until he died!
Hahaha…"
Listening to Lady Lysa's crazy words, the knights of the Arryn family changed their expressions. Finally, soone couldn't help shouting angrily:
“Kill her! Avenge Lord Jon!”
“Kill her!”
“Kill her!”
More and more voices began to echo, filling the hall.
Samwell stood up from the weirwood throne, walked down the platform, ca to Lady Lysa, and reached out to grab her arm.
She did not struggle and allowed the king to drag her away.
Samwell ca to the center of the hall, where two slender stone beams stood, and a narrow weirwood door opened in the marble wall.
It was tightly closed, with three heavy bronze bolts.
But through the gap, you can still hear the sound of the howling wind.
"This is the Moon Gate..." Mrs. Lysa's face turned extrely pale when she saw the crescent moon pattern carved on the door.
She must have realized what the king was about to do, and she suddenly began to struggle.
But in front of Samwell, this struggle was in vain.
While holding down Lady Lysa, he lifted a bronze bolt, pulled it out, and threw it onto the marble floor.
Then the second one, the third one...
boom-
As soon as the third door bolt was pulled open, the heavy wooden door was blown open by the strong wind and hit the wall hard.
The wooden fra was covered with snow, and the cold wind kept pouring frost into the hall.
Lady Lysa trembled:
“Please, Your Majesty! rcy! rcy! I have a child! My brother is going to marry your sister! rcy!”
“A woman like you does not deserve rcy.”
Samwell said, clasping her wrists with his backhand, locking them behind her back, and forcefully pushed her to the moon door.
Outside the door, there is only blue sky, white snow, strong wind and emptiness.
Mrs. Lysa scread and stepped on a piece of snow with her right foot. The snow piece quietly slid down the moon door and disappeared into the boundless void.
Obviously, there is nothing but air below. The Eagle's Nest Castle is built on the mountain, and below it is an abyss.
“No! Don’t!” cried Lady Lysa.
“This is a belated judgnt,” said Samwell.
Then give it a gentle push.
Mrs. Lysa stumbled forward and plunged into the moon door.
She scread, but it quickly dissipated into the void.
For a long ti, only the cold wind howled endlessly.
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