Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

The blue sea was very calm, and only the slow and steady beat of the drums and the gentle paddling of the wooden paddle could be heard. The large merchant ship Sedourion groaned, its heavy tow ropes stretched tightly, and its sails hung pitifully from the mast, motionless.

The Summer Sun and the Joker were in front. The two were rowing merchant ships, each with two hundred oars and equipped with strong sailors.

At this moment, the Sedourion, which had a big belly, a huge sail, and was loaded with merchandise, could only rely on the ropes released by the rowing merchant ships in front to drag it forward slowly and painfully.

Even so, Viserys still felt happy as he stood on the front deck holding the gold-encrusted sword given by Illyrio on his waist and looking at the clear blue sky.

This morning, after Viserys bid farewell to his finance minister at the port, he took his sister, his personal maid, his newly promoted knight, and his eunuch guard and boarded the planned first stop to Myr. Sedourion.

The love between the king and his ministers was deep. They held hands and talked for a long time at the port, and finally said goodbye reluctantly.

The night before leaving, Viserys asked his finance minister to change the price of the dragon bone pendant to a new price, and solemnly told Illyrio that if anyone asked, he must find a way to tell him. At the same time, he asked Illyrio to set off north quickly and keep pace with him, so that the people on the other side of the Seven Kingdoms could see what they were doing and follow suit.

Illyrio agreed to the king's order, and the king's riddle was quickly deciphered.

"O warriors. Please grant them courage and victory, and they will wield the shining sword on your behalf and wash away all evil in this world."

The prayer comes from the warrior chapter in the "Seven Stars Bible". It is the words of the warrior when he gave blessings to the forty-four sons of Hugo, the king of the hills.

The king is obviously high-spirited and full of confidence, and he is going to start his great cause of restoring the country.

"Your Excellency." Captain Grolai spoke to Viserys in Valyrian with a strong Pentos accent. "It seems that we will encounter a storm during this trip. The weather in the Narrow Sea is always In this way, there will be no wind for several days before and after the storm.”

Grolei is a middle-aged captain with black hair and a black beard on his face. Like his master Illyrio, he is an old Pentos.

Grolai has an old-school poise and sophistication on his face, and he speaks Common, Valyrian, and several other regional dialects. According to himself, he has been sailing on the sea for twenty years and has visited the Summer Sea, the Jade Sea, and Soothros. The section from Pantos to the Summer Sea is the route he is most familiar with.

On the night when Viserys met Grolei, Illyrio told Grolei to treat Viserys the same way he treated him in the future, and asked Grolei to call Viserys "my lord".

Grolei gave the "lord" the best room in the merchant ship, and at least on the surface, he was respectful to Viserys.

Viserys said: "I am not afraid of the storm. I only hope that after the storm, the north wind will blow up and take us to Myr as soon as possible."

There were frequent storms on the Narrow Sea, and Viserys and Daenerys crossed it dozens of times during their exile, escaping from one Free City to another.

Viserys always said they were only one step ahead of the Usurper's assassins.

In this process, life at sea took up almost half of the time in exile.

As the ship sailed away from Pentos, Viserys saw a rare genuine smile on Daenerys' face.

There is no doubt that these days in Pantos made her very uncomfortable. On the ship leaving Pantos, she smelled the pungent salty smell of sea water in the air, and she felt a sense of freedom when she saw the boundless sea covered by the sky. Make her feel happy.

While Viserys was talking to the captain, she was quietly leaning against the deck railing, watching the dolphins swimming and splashing beside the side of the Sedulion, and from time to time she listened to the conversations between Viserys and others.

She wouldn't have dared to do this before this matter was put aside.

"My lord, the north wind is a terrible sign of winter. And even if there is wind, it will take seven or eight days to reach Myr." Ser Jorah Mormont came to the foredeck and stood next to Viserys, " We just left the Bay of Pentos."

Even on such a hot day, Ser Jorah would rather sweat profusely than wear his chain mail and leather coat, and the dark green coat embroidered with the black bear was inseparable.

Ser Jorah had a bull-like neck and shoulders, his arms and chest were covered with thick black hair, but his head was barren of grass. He is born with a kind and honest feeling, and his smile always makes people he just met feel at ease.

On the night Illyrio introduced him to Viserys, the banished knight heard of Viserys' identity and offered to serve Viserys.

"You offered to be loyal to me when we first met?" Viserys was not in a hurry to agree to his request and asked him, "What do you want from me?"

"Honor," he said. "Serving the king is a matter of honor."

Viserys said: "You are not honest enough. This is not the character a knight should have."

"This is no lie, fighting for the king can bring me honor." He said sincerely, "I was exiled by King Robert, deprived of everything, and lost everything. I am willing to serve you, and I hope you can give me Honor. Only by helping you return to the throne can I hope to return to my hometown."

This was a reasonable excuse, and Viserys did not want to listen to his lies anymore. He casually agreed to his allegiance, and Mormont became his bodyguard.

The reason why Viserys kept Jorah was the same as the reason why he chose to stay in Illyrio's court. That is, never underestimate the power and determination that high-ranking people like King Robert and Varys can mobilize. The beggar king is destined to be inseparable from these people, whether he is like now, or finds another way to become a mercenary or something else.

If the wolf pit position around him is not Jorah, it will be occupied by Kara, Lajo, or someone he doesn't know in the original book. Jorah can also know directly from the original book that it is a wolf pit. If he replaces someone with more outstanding talents, he has no mind reading ability. How can he confirm who will become his right-hand man step by step in the future and who will stab him in the back in the end?

Will he be shocked and say: Is there anyone else, Brutus?

Viserys asked him: "Have you settled your horse?" Just like he didn't want to take off his mail armor, Jorah didn't want to leave his horse with Illyrio, so the captain made a place for him to put his horse under the deck.

"Yes, sir." They all spoke in unison, calling him Lord Viserys.

"You've come just in time. The weather is so hot, just tell me what the North is like."

Captain Grole had no time to listen to these, so he found an excuse to leave.

Butch, the eunuch guard beside Daenerys, was a taciturn man who could go a whole day without saying a word.

Jorah was sweating all over his head under the sun, and his throat was burning like fire, but he still responded respectfully: "What do you want to hear, sir?"

Viserys chatted with him casually: "Is there snow in the North at this time of year?"

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Jon Snow grabbed the snow on the ground, rolled it into a snowball in his hand, and threw it at the tree in front.

The snowball exploded in the middle of the tree trunk thirty steps away, leaving a ball of snow stains on it.

He cheered for himself in his heart.

Bai Ling raised his head, stared at the place where Jon threw the snowball with a pair of red eyes for a while, and then sat down quietly at Jon's feet.

Jon leaned over and stroked its head affectionately: "Look, next one, I can hit the next one too."

The white spirit grew up very fast. When he first picked it up, it was not much bigger than Jon's palm. In just over a week, it had grown to be as big as the cats in the castle.

At first, Jon could only feed it with a towel soaked in milk, and he was worried that it would die every day. Now, it can start to eat minced meat and chew chicken bones. It is getting bigger every day.

The news that the king is coming to Winterfell has spread throughout the city. Although the king had set out for some time when the news reached Winterfell, the journey from King's Landing to Winterfell is long, and the king's carriage is not moving fast. Lord Eddard expects the king to arrive in two weeks.

On the day Lord Eddard received the news, he sent Captain Jory Cassel of the Guards to the south of the Kingsway with the Honor Guard, and asked him to meet the carriage before the king left the Neck.

There are no inns or cities to rest along the way from the Tomb of the Ancients to Winterfell. After nightfall, the king and his entourage can only camp on the spot. Without the advice of the northerners who are familiar with the geography, it may leave a bad impression.

In the city, Jon's half-brother and sister are urgently trained in the etiquette of meeting the royal family.

No one has time to train and play with Jon. Jon wanted to ask his father to allow him to go out of the city with the patrolling guards to patrol the place - many wildlings have passed through the Great Wall recently, but Lord Eddard is always busy. When Jon thought he was free, the guards had already left the city.

He felt that the city was unusually hot these days, and he couldn't stand it. So he rode out of the city and ran for a while on the road between Winterfell and the now deserted winter town. He was resting near the city gate at the moment.

After running, he breathed some cool air and felt much more comfortable.

For some reason, Jon couldn't sleep well at night these days. He had frequent dreams. The scenes in his dreams were vague, and vaguely there was a sea covered by dark clouds.

Jon had never seen the sea, and could only get a vague impression from the maesters and the books in the library of Winterfell. He didn't understand why he had such a dream.

This situation improved a lot after he picked up Bai Ling and devoted himself to raising it, but occasionally he would still be troubled by vague and strange dreams at night.

The new snowball was kneaded into shape in his hands. He threw it casually and hit the tree trunk again.

Before he could cheer for himself, there was a fluttering sound behind him, and a snowball exploded a few steps behind him. He and Bai Ling looked back and saw a small man on the wall of the south gate waving at him.

Jon couldn't help but smile. It looked like his little sister Arya must have escaped from the etiquette class again.

Jon led the horse back to the city, handed the horse to the stable boy in the stable, and quickly climbed up the stone steps to the wall.

Arya was teasing her little wolf when Jon arrived: "Little sister, shouldn't you be taking etiquette lessons now?"

Arya made a face at him: "What etiquette lessons? They are more tiring than sewing lessons." She picked up the little wolf and moved to Ghost, who was quietly following Jon. "See, it's because I don't accompany Nymeria as often as you do that she hasn't grown as big as Ghost."

Arya named the little wolf after the legendary warrior queen who led her people across the narrow sea.

Ghost was the fastest and tallest of the wolves. It sniffed Nymeria, who Arya approached, and gently bit her ear, then sat quietly at Jon's feet.

Jon actually wanted to talk to Arya more, but when he was about to say it, he warned her with a little adult's attitude: "If you leave for too long, Septa Mordane will definitely send someone to inform your mother. If Lady Stark knows that you skipped classes again, you will definitely not be able to come out of your room to watch when we train in the schoolyard later."

"I know. Why do you talk like your father?" Arya stood up with a helpless look on her face. She stuffed the little wolf to Jon, "Jon, help me take care of Nymeria. I will come to her after the class is over."

Arya has always been in a hurry to do things. As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up and ran. Fortunately, there is a bridge connecting the main castle and the South Gate Armory, otherwise she would definitely not be able to run back and forth between the city wall and the main castle in just a dozen minutes during the etiquette class when Septa Mordane took a break.

Jon held Nymeria and watched his little sister trot away. He couldn't stop grinning for a while.

He felt much better.

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The night Viserys left Pentos. A ghost market on the coast outside Pentos.

"What, the business is closed?"

Viserys left in a hurry, and Illyrio had to send someone to clean up the mess. In order to meet the beggar king's demand for keels, he found some cheap sources of goods, thinking that they would be used for a long time.

Purchasing low-priced goods with unclear origins is one of the businesses of the merchant governor. His way has attracted many people to sell stolen goods recently.

"I brought good things this time." A thin man with a scar on his face was indignant, "Don't you even take a look?"

The person in charge ignored him: "Go somewhere else, good things will always be sold. I'm closing the shop."

He said flatteringly: "Where else can you get such a fair price, take a look?"

The person in charge ignored him and left on his own.

"Damn it." The man cursed when the people walked away. "It's a waste of time." He left cursing, and didn't plan to look anywhere else, and went straight back to his fishing boat.

Without waiting for the man to row the boat away. The person in charge changed his clothes and found him. He said straight to the point: "Look, what a good thing it is. If it is real, my master won't take it, but I can."

The man smiled, put his hands in his arms, and poured out a crystal object from a broken bag.

The person in charge's eyes lit up.

It is better to say it is a sapphire than a dragon bone. The dragon bone is more like an embellishment on this object.

Sapphires with such pure texture are rare. They are as blue as the deep sea, beautiful and transparent, and almost no defects inside.

They are familiar customers, and both the buyer and the seller are sincere. The transaction was quickly completed in the cabin of the fishing boat.

At that time, neither of them realized that this was the last transaction in their lives.

That night, the fisherman who made a living by fishing and occasionally obtained some unknown wealth fell into the sea from the fishing boat after getting drunk and drowned.

And a few days later, the business manager who was a subordinate of Illyrio and who was separated from him by an unknown number of levels became one of the drunkards who drowned in the canal of Pentos.

Your Majesty the Queen, Your Majesty, Your Grace, Your Highness, Your Excellency, My Lord…

I find that some people get hung up on the titles. In fact, there are many honorifics in English. In fact, in addition to these, Mr. Martin has a variety of titles for powerful people, using many old English words, and there is always one that can match.