Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

"I think so. In the past, when Ser Dondarrion took us, we upheld the law and protected the people. We were enemies of anyone who harmed the weak. We believed in and fulfilled the spirit of chivalry. The riverlands and ordinary people loved us and believed in us. Representing justice and justice. Life was a bit tough, but to be honest, I was happier at that time.”

"There is no more just thing in this world than revenge."

"Of course I am not against it. However, while taking revenge, can we also care about the interests of civilians as before? That would also be good for us, right?"

"You're not here to take me into the mountains, are you, Watt?"

It was a dream, Brienne thought, but if it was a dream, why was the pain so severe?

She suspected it was all just a fever dream.

She found herself on a horse, although she had no memory of getting on it. She was lying face down on the horse's butt, like a sack of wheat, with her wrists and ankles tied up. The rain had stopped for a while, but the ropes binding my wrists were soaked and became very tight. No matter how hard Brienne squirmed, she couldn't break free. She vaguely remembered asking these people who called themselves the Brotherhood Without Banners, but they didn't answer.

Half asleep, she heard the voices of a girl and a man.

Brienne remembered that she was looking for a girl. A thirteen-year-old aristocratic girl with blue eyes and maroon hair. Lady Sansa.

She remembered. Jaime gave her the Oathkeeper Sword in King's Landing and sent her out to find the mysteriously missing Sansa Stark to fulfill their respective promises to Lady Catelyn. So she returned to the Riverlands and got news from the mercenaries that Sandor Clegane had been with a girl, so she began to search for Sandor Clegane along the King's Road in the Three Rivers Valley.

But unfortunately, she encountered some members of the warriors who had fled Harrenhal who were massacred by the Lannister army at the Crossroads Inn. Brienne and their old and new grudges were resolved there. It was supposed to be one against seven, but in the end when she killed four of them and replaced the fifth one, Rorge the Fang, with serious injuries, she thought she was dead. New people join the team.

Yes, it's them.

She opened her eyes drowsily.

She first followed the sound and looked at the girls in the team. The girl was not what she was looking for. She was thin, with brown hair tied into a braid and eyes that were older than her years. Brown hair, brown eyes, average appearance.

The girl was talking to a brotherhood member named Watt. The man wore patchwork military boots, leather armor and a helmet. He carried a bow and arrows and a quiver on his back. He had thick brown beard on his temples. The skin has a dry red color that has been exposed to wind and sun.

There are two other people in their team. One is Gendry, the blacksmith she met at the Crossroads Inn. Until now, Brienne would still be shocked by his resemblance to Renly Baratheon when she saw him. Another was an unshaven man with thick white hair and a terrible scar on his head.

The brotherhood member known as Watt replied: "Jenny, I'm not, I just... Maybe we can do something else instead of risking our lives for revenge for a noble lady. Let me tell the truth, I was He joined the Brotherhood after seeing what Sir Dondarrion did to the civilians in the Riverlands, but the Brotherhood today is obviously not what it was originally. After Sir Dondarrion's death, some people were hanged without trial in the Brotherhood. How much will we be different from other criminals and bandits from now on?"

"Watt." The girl had a complicated look on her face. She didn't give an answer after all. She just asked, "Where do you plan to go next?"

"Go find the Mad Hunter and Greenbeard. They followed Sir Berry's instructions and used the gold coins confiscated from the hunting dogs to buy food south of the Mander River to relieve the people in the Three Rivers area. I think they may need help. I'll go find them. Look, I'm not leaving, I'm just going to the south. My heart is always with the brothers in the fraternity. The food for the brothers is waiting for me. I will come back sooner or later."

"And me." The other man also said, "Jenny, Watt and I are going to the south to meet up. We won't go back to Kongshan for the time being."

"Merry, you too?" Jenny had a sad look on her face, "Why did you tell me these things and not let me know?"

Watt spread his hands: "Jenny, we will be back. We don't have to look for you then."

"Hounds?" Brienne heard them mention hounds. "Gentlemen, I'm looking for someone." She moved, and her whole body hurt terribly. "Untie me. Please. Have mercy on me. I hurt so much." ,I'm bleeding?"

No one answered her.

She looked at Gendry, who had Renly's black hair. He was grimacing and seemed at a loss: "Gendry, please."

Gendry looked at the girl called Jenny in front of him. They exchanged glances.

Gendry answered: "No. You must be tied up until...until Madam summons you." He looked at the two elders from the fraternity in front and said what he said, "Madam wants you to be responsible for your crimes. "

Brienne saw the confusion on his face.

"Lady?" Brienne thought of the rumors on the road, "Lady Stoneheart, are you talking about her?"

Gendry replied: "Some people call her that. Some people call her other names, the Silent Sister, the Merciless Madonna, the Gallows Girl."

gallows. Brienne thought of seeing corpses hanging from the bare brown branches on the road, their faces black and swollen. She was suddenly frightened. She thought about failing Jaime and failing Lady Catelyn just as she had failed Renly.

Her head began to spin, gibbering: "I'm looking for a girl, the girl next to the hound. My oath. Do it well, I have to find her. My sword." She realized in a daze that she didn't have a sword belt under her body. The feeling that that sword was the sword given to her by Ser Jaime. The Oath Keeper Sword. His oath, Brienne's oath. "Okay, okay, I have to find my sword." She was soaked in sweat, her whole body was hot, and she was trembling.

The girl finally spoke: "She is seriously ill. Take a rest and I will feed her some wine."

"Then let's say goodbye here, Janey," said Watt. "I hope everything will be fine when we come back."

".Goodbye, old Watt, and Merry."

"I hope you and the kids are well, Jenny."

Brienne heard the horses leaving. Her horse stopped suddenly and a pair of thick hands grabbed her and placed her on the ground with her back against a tree trunk.

The girl named Jenny put a water bag close to her: "Drink this, miss."

Brienne took a sip and spat it out. The taste was strong and sour: "Water, please give me water."

The girl put the wine to Brienne's lips again: "Water can't stop the pain, but this can."

Red wine flowed down his chin and dripped onto his chest. My whole body hurts. She exhaled in pain.

"You have a broken arm and ribs. Two or three ribs. I gave you a brief treatment, but the situation is very bad."

"You are the innkeeper at the Crossroads Inn." Brienne finally recognized her.

The girl squinted and said, "So what?"

"Your name is Jeyne?" Brienne asked.

"Jenny Hyde," she answered.

Brienne remembered what she had heard, because Tyrion of the Lannister family was captured by Lady Catelyn at the Crossroads Inn. When the Lannister army came here, they killed the owner of the famous inn. Martha Hyde was hanged in public. Martha's nephew took over the inn for a time, but was killed by an unidentified nobleman during the war. Now Martha's two nieces, Weeping Willow and Janey, take over the inn.

Brienne realizes that they have become collaborators with the Brotherhood Without Banners.

"Jenny, untie me, please," she began to plead. "I'm looking for the hound, and there's a girl with him."

"I know. Sanfeng Clegane," Jeyne answered. "The Brotherhood is looking for him too. They found the boatman who punted his boat, and they found the peasants he robbed on the King's Road. It is said that he went Riverrun.”

She became agitated and coughed.

"Relax," Jenny said.

She gasped and begged, "Please, Jeyne, you and Gendry, please. Do good. Let me fulfill my vow."

"No, miss. The lady wants to see you."

Gendry led the horse back with an indifferent expression: "They are coming."

Behind Gendry, faces emerged. The hooded man wears rusty armor and leather clothing, with a sword and dagger hanging from his waist.

One came over, looked down at her, and laughed: "Ah, she is almost dead. Maybe we can save a rope. But Madam wants to see her hanged."

hanged. The word made Brienne shudder. "No, no." She became frightened and looked at Jenny. "Bread and salt," Brienne gasped, "at the inn... the children and I ate... we shared bread with your sister..."

"Ever since Madam came back from the wedding, hospitality has changed." said the girl. "The bodies of many people who thought they were guests are lying by the river."

"We have our ways," the condescending man said. “Guests want beds, we give them trees.”

“We have lots and lots of trees,” interjected another, wearing a rusty helmet with only one eye. “There’s always no shortage of trees.”

Brienne looked at Gendry. He had Renly's appearance, but not his kindness. He grimaced and said nothing.

When they mounted again, they covered her face with a leather hood. There are no eye holes. The leather muffled surrounding sounds.

They were going to hang me. she realized.

She thought of Jaime, of Sansa, of her father in Tarth, of her mission and oath. From time to time she heard the bandits talking, but could not make out the words. After a while, she succumbed to fatigue and fell asleep to the slow, steady pace of the horse.

After an unknown amount of time, she woke up again. He found himself in a cave somewhere, lying on a trestle bed, covered with a pile of sheepskins, with rocks above his head and roots protruding from the walls. The air was cold and dull, smelling of earth, maggots, and medicine.

The only source of light came from a tallow candle, smoking in a pool of molten wax.

She realized that someone had taken off her clothes and armor, and now she only had a loose woolen robe, which was very thin but had just been washed. She had a wooden board clamped between her forearms and was bandaged with linen. The ribs in my chest seem to be less painful.

The person guarding her was a grey-haired old man in ragged clothes: "Are you awake?"

"What is this place? A dungeon?"

"Cave. Can I touch your forehead, miss?" The old man's hands were covered with scars and calluses, but they were surprisingly gentle. "Your fever is gone," he announced, with the accent of the Free Trade City, " Yes, yes. Yesterday your skin felt like it was on fire."

"Jenny?"

"Yes, that's her, 'Jane Longlegs' they call her, but she's not as tall as you. She set the bones in your arm, splinted the boards, straightened the ribs, and did as good a job as the maester. Your wounds are partly ulcerated, I’m sure this is the reason for the fever. Once Jenny learns how to deal with sword wounds, she should be able to deal with them better in the future.”

She looked at the gray-haired old man strangely and asked strangely: "If you just want to hang me, why do you set my bones and treat my wounds and high fever?"

"Why?" The old man looked at the candle. "They told me that you fought bravely at the inn. The people we sent have not arrived yet. They should have arrived near the inn faster and laid an ambush. If the inn chimney When smoke rises, we rush there immediately... We have been tracking this group for a long time... But despite this, the brothers who went to ambush did not realize that the Blood Operator used a creek to hide his traces and arrived near the inn faster than expected, and they The detour was another waste of time in order to avoid a group of Frey knights. If it hadn't been for you, by the time Lemon and his men arrived, there would have been only corpses left in the inn. Perhaps that was why Jenny healed your wounds. . No matter what you have done before, these injuries are for a completely legitimate cause."

No matter what you have done before.

"What do you think I've done?" she asked. "Who are you?"

"We were the king's people at first," the old man in gray told her, "but the king's people must have a king, and we don't have one. We were also brothers, but our relationship has collapsed. I don't know who we are, only I know our road is very dark, and the Holy Fire does not tell me what awaits at the end of the road.”

"Holy Fire," Brienne repeated. "You are the Myrian monk, Thoros of Myr."

He looked down at his tattered robes and smiled sadly: "Yes, I am Thoros of Myr...a bad monk, and an even worse wizard."

"You join the Lightning King Dondarrion in leading the Brotherhood Without Banners."

"Lord Beric's flame has departed, and a darker shadow has taken his place to lead us."

"Shadow?" she asked, "What will happen to me next?"

"Judgment."

"Judgment?" She frowned.

Soros smiled weakly: "Yes."

"I heard about your righteous deeds in the Riverlands."

"Justice." Thoros sighed, "I remember justice. Under the leadership of Lord Berry, we acted for heaven, and we were the embodiment of justice, at least we told ourselves so. It tasted so good, we were knights, We are heroes...but the night is dark and everything is dangerous, miss. The war has turned us all into monsters."

"You said you are monsters?"

"I say we're all human."

Brienne heard footsteps and saw torchlight flickering in the tunnel.

The monk stood up: "I'm afraid our time to chat is over. The lady must have come back from outside. She sent someone to find you."

Brienne tried not to be afraid. There were four people in this group, strong and unruly in appearance, wearing rusty mail, scales and leather armor. She recognized two of them. It was the person who put the leather hood on her under the tree.

She remembered the speaker's laughter. "Haha, are you satisfied with your meal?" he asked, "I hope so. That was your last meal."

Soros closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to look straight: "Lemon, will she be judged? Or have we fallen to that point?"

The man frowned at the monk and gave no answer: "Take her away."

Brienne didn't resist. There were four of them and she was very weak.

They led her through winding tunnels, twists and turns, and into a huge cave filled with bandits.

In the center of the muddy ground was a large fire pit, with green smoke filling the air. Many people were warming themselves by the fire. The rest stood along the walls or sat cross-legged on straw mats. There were also women, and even a few children, hiding behind their mother's skirts and looking around. The only face Brienne recognized was that of Jeyne Hyde.

There is a trestle table on a high platform in the middle of the cave, and a woman in gray is sitting behind it, wearing a cloak and a hood. She looked dusty, and the bottom of her cloak was still stained with wet mud. It seemed as if she had summoned Brienne as soon as she came back from outside. In her hand she held a crown with a black iron sword surrounding a bronze hoop. She was looking at it, running her fingers over the blade, as if testing how sharp they were. Her eyes flashed coldly under her hood.

Lady Stoneheart.

Brienne couldn't see her face clearly, but she was already shocked by the dangerous aura about her body, and felt a shiver creeping up her spine.

"Madam," the escort announced, "she is here."

"Yes," someone added, "The Kingslayer's bitch, the Lannister's lackey."

She argued: "How could you call me that?"

"You called his name when you were unconscious."

She wanted to explain: "That's just..."

"Hmph, you smell like a lion, lackey." Another bandit stepped forward, holding Brienne's Oathkeeper sword in his hand. "This sword can prove that she is a lion."

The sword was pulled out of its sheath and placed in front of Lady Stoneheart. Under the firelight, the black and red ripples showed the sharpness and extraordinaryness of the sword, but Mrs. Stone Heart's eyes were only fixed on the round head at the back end of the sword's hilt: a golden lion's head.

"And this." Someone else took out a piece of parchment and placed it next to the sword. "It has the seal of the Lion King on it, saying that the bearer is working for him." She discovered that this person was the gray-haired monk Thoros.

Mrs. Stoneheart began to read the letter.

“Ser Jaime gave me this sword for a good purpose,” Brienne said. “He swore an oath to Lady Catelyn Stark—”

"He told his friends to slit her throat," someone interrupted. "We all know the Kingslayer and his oath."

"He promised Lady Catelyn to return her daughters." She realized that there was no point in explaining, but she continued. "But when he arrived at King's Landing, they were gone. Jaime sent me out to find Lady Sansa—"

"Suppose you find the girl," someone asked, "what are you going to do with her?"

She responded: "Protect her. Take her to a safe place."

The man laughed: "A safe place, the dungeons of King's Landing?"

"No."

"You can deny it all you want. Both the sword and the paper mean you're lying."

"Please believe me, ma'am," she begged.

Mrs. Stoneheart didn't answer. She paused for a moment, then reached under her chin and grabbed her neck, as if to strangle herself. But when she spoke, her voice was broken, tortured, and seemed to come from her throat, a hoarse gasp, like the guttural sound before death.

Brienne felt uneasy: "I can't understand what she said?"

Someone said: "She asked you the name of this sword."

"Oath Keeper Sword."

The disturbing hissing sounded again, and Lady Stoneheart spoke again.

"She said this should be called the 'Oathbreaker'. It is used for betrayal and murder, just like you."

"Who did I betray?"

"She, have you forgotten who you swore to serve?"

she? Brienne has only sworn an oath to one woman. "No way, she's dead."

"Death and guest rights, they don't mean the same thing anymore."

Brienne looked at Lady Stoneheart in surprise. She lifted her hood and uncovered her face, revealing a pale and terrifying face, with strips of flesh attached to her face, from her eyes to her chin. Some of the gaps were caked with dried blood, while others exposed the bones underneath. She had a shocking gash on her neck, from ear to side.

"Lady Catelyn?" Brienne couldn't believe it.

What had been Catelyn Stark made noise again.

Someone translated: "What else do you have to say?"

Brienne was in a dream: "I never betrayed you. I swear by the name of the Seven Gods. I swear by my own sword. I heard about the girl beside the hound. Madam, they went to Riverrun. Please give me Opportunity proves it.”

Lady Stoneheart spoke up again.

"No," someone translated, "she said you have only one choice to prove the oath you swore to her. Either take the sword and kill the Kingslayer, or be hanged as a traitor. Sword or rope, choose."

"Lady Catelyn, I... you don't understand, Jaime... we were captured by the Blood Mummers, and he saved me from being raped, and then he came back and jumped into the bear pit with his bare hands... I say to you Swear, he's not like that. He sent me to find Sansa and keep her safe. There's no way he's involved in the Red Wedding."

There was a long silence.

Lady Stoneheart croaked.

This time Brienne understood.

"Hanging."

Brienne closed her eyes in resignation.

"Madam." Suddenly, Brienne realized that it was Jane who was speaking. "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time. In fact, I brought you some news this time. The brother who went to Riverrun to inquire before brought you some news." Report back, the Hound did take one of your daughters to Riverrun, but it was not Sansa, but Arya. Arya Stark publicly announced her succession as Duke of Winterfell at Riverrun, calling on all those close to her. The princes of Tucker lent troops to her and sent her back to the north to rescue the Great Wall. "