Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Two hundred and sixty-three, tunnel

Alchemist Guild, Baelor Great Sept, Red Castle. Jaime looked at the map of King's Landing, touched it with his index finger, and felt a slight roughness. The parchment used for mapping was placed on the table in a mess, looking at Jaime nervously.

He stared at my golden mask, still trying to see his face clearly. Jaime's mind was more chaotic than the parchment on the table. He put down the map of King's Landing, "I want a more detailed one."

The cartographer was a young man. Jaime only knew the old cartographer Henry in the Red Castle. He blinked his eyes in the small hole of the golden mask and looked at the craftsman twice.

"Old Henry is" Jaime just opened his mouth, and the young cartographer interrupted: "Father died in the Battle of Blackwater, and his clothes were burned by fire."

Jaime was speechless, he lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable, "The kingdom thanks you for your contribution." The kingdom thanked a fart, Jaime smiled at the young cartographer with a double meaning.

There was a long silence, until the cartographer twisted his foot unnaturally, staring at his leather boots and not daring to look at Jaime any more.

"Are you... little Henry?" Jaime asked tentatively.

Little Henry nodded.

Jaime took a deep breath, holding the map in his hand, and walked out of the house, "Follow me, help me draw a map."

Little Henry's eyes seemed to light up when he heard it, and he straightened the brim of his hat and followed Jaime.

"Ser Jaime, Ser Jaime!" Little Henry spoke a little hurriedly, "Do you know where Lady Sansa went?"

Jaime stopped, the arrest warrant for Sansa and the Hound had not been issued yet, so the people in the Red Castle naturally didn't know the importance of this topic.

"Why are you asking Miss Stark?"

"This," Little Henry scratched his face awkwardly, "Miss Sansa always likes to follow me and watch me draw, I..." He blushed, "I just care about her, I haven't seen her for several days"

"You like her?"

"How is it possible!" Little Henry's face suddenly turned red, originally just a little blood on his cheeks, now he looks like a drunkard who drank too much summer red, then lowered his head, "She is the daughter of the Duke."

Jaime frowned, the Hound and Miss Stark running away together was strange, and now there is a obsessed cartographer.

"What did Miss Stark talk to you about?"

"Nothing, just some small things about cartography. She drew maps and asked me to borrow several maps of King's Landing. The silk painting was given to Miss Sansa."

Jaime's brows were furrowed even deeper, but they were hidden by the golden mask. He grabbed little Henry's hand and shouted in a threatening tone: "Tell us everything you know and guess about Sansa Stark. Be careful, the dungeon in the Red Castle is not a joke!"

It's a joke! Jaime said one thing and meant another again.

Little Henry's flushed face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at Jaime at a loss. "Sir, I."

The gap in the Great Sept of Baelor seemed to be deliberately opened by someone. It was directly facing the seven-pointed star symbol on the dome of the sept. The sunlight was refracted into dazzling seven colors, covering the people praying in the sept.

The seven-color light was reflected on the ground, and the gap was the center of the light, as if digging out the heart of the Seven Gods.

It's really ironic. I'm afraid that every week, the monks and nuns who make pilgrimages will stay here for a long time, but no one has discovered it after so many years.

Jaime leaned on his sword and carefully explored the gap in the center.

He hunched over and crawled down.

A distant but familiar stench came towards him. Jaime looked at the black lumps on the ground, the feces of the direwolf, which he had seen in Winterfell.

He drew his sword to prevent facing the same ending as his father. The Lannister red robes also leaned down one by one and followed Jaime closely.

The secret passages were connected in all directions, and Jaime directed his men to explore the way one by one. But the passage was too long and there was no return for a long time. Jaime could only lead the team himself, followed by several red robes and walked along a tunnel.

There was no danger. Jaime's tense nerves did not relax, but his intuition told him that the passage was safe.

The smell of blood came suddenly. Jaime held his long sword across the front and tiptoed slowly forward.

Looking down, there was a boy's body.

Looking up along the passage, there are more than that, boys and girls, one after another, falling to the ground.

There is also a broken crossbow, the arrow broke at the base of the wall, and next to it is a little girl's hand.

The girl has a sword stuck in her abdomen, and next to her are several golden robes of the capital guard, who are hit by arrows in many places, as if they were attacked by crossbows in the melee.

Ser Meryn Trant, in a white robe, covered with children's blood.

He pointed his rusty beard at Jaime, blood still flowing, and grinned with his eyes down, "Ser Jaime, there are more."

"A lot of what?" Jaime was shocked by this scene and gripped the hilt tightly.

"A lot of children, Varys's little bird, are everywhere in this tunnel, and the Great Sept of Baelor is just one of them." Meryn Trant said.

"Who asked you to come." Jaime guessed, but just wanted to confirm.

"I thought you knew," Meryn Trant hesitated and wiped his beard, "Queen Cersei, she ordered me to catch these little birds, and it would be better to chop off Varys's head."

Fool, Jaime cursed in his heart, he looked at the cruel scenes on the ground, corpses lying in the dirty and damp tunnel, tender faces one by one, one by one.

"Let me compare it with this map." Marin Tran seemed a little carried away. He showed a map made of silk. "Sure enough, almost all secret passages have been additionally marked, even wildfires. Location, it’s more appropriate to leave these things to the Queen Mother.”

Tyrion's words came to mind again, "Tywin, our father is paranoid, Cersei? This dear old sister is a complete idiot and lunatic. You must take all the secret passages in King's Landing into your own hands, so that Wildfire and King’s Landing truly belong to you.”

James looked at Merlin Tran and looked at the silk map, which matched the description of the cartographer Little Henry.

Silk map given to Sansa Stark, map of King's Landing.

How did Cersei get it? James was confused.

Without thinking for long, he stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it here."

Marlin Tran put away the map, "The Queen Mother asked me."

"I'm her brother." Jaime felt his face get hot. For the first time, he felt ashamed to be in the same family as Cersei.

"But."

The regicide's sword slashed at him. Marin had no time to block it and was hit straight in the face by the sword.

The red robes behind him and the Capital Guard soldiers following Marin Tran all stood blankly watching this scene.

James picked up the silk map, hoping his sister was a fool and didn't copy it.

The Kingslayer kicked Meryn Tran in the head and said to the Lannister guards behind him: "Cut down these goldcloaks."

A noble knight would never attack women and children.

Jaime thought of Bran Stark and felt a twinge in his heart.

Sansa lay quietly on the root of the tree. She was familiar with this feeling, as if she had been with her mother in the little gods of Winterfell.

The hounds cut the fur silently, and he caught the deer. Eliminating all interference, Sansa only regarded him as a heroic knight.

"You know what I would do if I got wildfire, Sansa?" Cersei's expression when she mentioned wildfire came to mind again.

Sansa shook her head.

"Destroy all those who don't deal with me, the imps, Stannis, Attis Arryn, and those who fight against the Lannister. No one will be spared, even if the entire King's Landing is destroyed," Cersei Suddenly laughed, "Yes, I think Varys thinks so too. It would be best to wait until the people of the Vale, the Reach, and the princes and nobles enter King's Landing and the Red Keep, and then light wildfires and burn them to death." The ending.”

Sansa nodded.

Burned to death.

So she left the token of love that the cartographer had given her with Queen Cersei when she left.

What was the name of the cartographer? It seemed to be Henry. Sansa sighed slightly. She was busy trying to remember how to draw the cartography and couldn't remember anything else.

There was a rustle in the distant grass, and Sansa looked back.

The lady's golden eyes were turning quietly.