The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The linen wrapped around his forearm was gray and smelly with pus, and James' eyes were empty.

"well!"

Tyrion lay directly next to Jaime, with his hands folded behind his head and one short leg crossed. He really didn't expect that confessing Cersei's infidelity would not arouse the imaginary anger, but make Jaime lose his will to live.

"Brother James, aren't you going to ask clearly in person?"

Jaime's eyes moved imperceptibly, and Tyrion's voice sounded again: "Aren't you curious? Why did Cersei do this?"

Sensing the effect, Tyrion said against his will: "Perhaps Cersei...she has her own reasons?"

He continued: "Perhaps she was forced?"

He said more and more smoothly: "Cersei is alone in the Red Keep. Maybe she has no choice but to do it for Joffrey?"

Jaime, who was awake, would definitely not have heard Tyrion's "ridiculous" advice. He understood her, and no one could force his lioness. But... James at this time was very willing to believe it. Yes, he is not by Cersei's side, and she has no choice but to betray him.

Cersei... her charming figure seemed to be right in front of him, and she was reaching out to him helplessly.

Tyrion was right, he couldn't die, Cersei was waiting for him, she needed him!

Yes, Cersei is still alive, he cannot die. He was born on the same day, same year, same month, and same year as her, and he will die on the same year, same month, and same day.

James' dim eyes finally had a glimmer of light.

"Tyrion..." Jaime whispered, he wanted to tell his brother that he would survive and they would return to the Red Keep alive together.

There was no response for a long time. James tilted his head slightly with difficulty. His brother in his sight had fallen asleep at some point.

Jaime could feel Tyrion's fatigue, staring at that face. No matter how he looked at his brother - he was still ugly, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Late at night, there was sudden loud noise outside the simple wooden house, and Tyrion, who was curled up on the ground, opened his eyes excitedly.

Tyrion got up. He held his breath and listened for a while. He glanced at Jaime, who was awake, and said, "I'll go take a look."

Tyrion had two hatchets on his waist. Just as James was about to ask Tyrion for one, the wooden door was pushed open with a clang, and a damp cold wind blew in.

Ser Adam Malbrandt (Jaime's childhood friend) dressed as a hunter stepped forward. Tyrion tilted his head slightly, followed by a stranger.

The stranger was a tall, gray-haired old man with a slight stoop and a kind face. There were many wrinkles around his prominent brown eyes.

Sir Adam looked at James and saw that he was in better spirits than before he left during the day. He smiled and said: "It seems that I am not late."

He pointed to the strange old man standing aside and said, "I have brought someone who can heal you."

Seeing everyone looking at him, the old man bowed slightly: "Good night, my name is Coben."

Tyrion glanced at Ser Adam calmly and said, "Are you a bachelor? Why are you here?"

Qyburn's tone was gentle: "The Citadel has deprived me of my maester's necklace, Lord Lannister. As for the reason why I am standing here... I think you would rather listen to Sir Sir."

Tyrion grinned: "I like your answer. Something interesting must have happened here. So, do you know medical skills?"

Faced with Tyrion's questioning, Qyburn's tone remained gentle: "The Citadel can deprive me of my maester's necklace, but it cannot deprive me of my knowledge, my lord."

Tyrion stepped aside, and Qyburn came to Jaime's side to check the injury. He put his nose up and sniffed, and his brows tightened.

James said hoarsely: "Very bad? Will you die?"

After a pause, Coburn shook his head and replied: "The flesh and blood has deteriorated and the rot will spread. The most comprehensive way is to amputate the entire arm."

A dark look flashed across James' face, but he quickly said firmly: "I just need to clean the wound and let me try my luck."

Tyrion and Ser Adam looked at each other, he raised his chin silently towards the other side of the room, and limped away. Ser Adam glanced at Jaime, who had a firm look on his face, and followed Tyrion.

Leaning against the drafty wooden wall, Tyrion stared at Qyburn and asked in a low voice: "Two questions, how did you meet him? Can he be trusted?"

Sir Adam sat directly on the ground, leaning tiredly against the wooden wall, and said: "Qyburn was once a member of the Warriors. Lord Tywin once hired the Warriors to fight, and later they took refuge with Earl Bolton."

Tyrion looked at Ser Adam: "The Boltons...that skinning family in the north? They make a lot of money selling leather? I should advise my father to stop working hard at mining."

With a slightly gloating look on his face, Sir Adam glanced at him coldly and said: "During the plunder of the Riverlands, Wag Hot of the Warriors had a conflict with Amory and the others (Chapter 272). That’s why he left the Lannister army.”

Tyrion shrugged: "Then what?"

A look of impatience flashed across Sir Adam's face, and he said: "Qyburn and the Warriors got separated. I saw him... helping people treat people at the Kneeling Stack, so I took him directly."

Tyrion's eyes moved slightly and said, "Don't you think it's too coincidental?"

Sir Adam said coldly: "James needs a doctor."

…………

If he becomes disabled, James would rather die. Coburn frowned: "I can save your upper arm and cut it off from the elbow, but there is no guarantee..."

James' eyes were sharp: "Do as I ask, or I will strangle you to death."

A look of regret flashed in Coburn's eyes, and he said warmly: "Okay then, I will only dig out the rot, and nothing else will be touched, Sir."

He placed his small bag in front of him and took out the contents while saying: "First treat it with boiling wine, and then apply nettle paste, mustard seed and bread mold. This may work."

He held a small bottle and said: "I'll feed the poppy flower milk first, it will be very painful..."

"No need." James didn't dare to sleep, for fear that his hand would be gone when he woke up. This kind-looking old man made him feel uneasy. ,

Cobain insisted on feeding Poppy milk: "Sir, it will hurt a lot."

James was determined: "I will scream."

Coburn said helplessly: "This will be very, very painful."

James was more determined: "I'm going to scream loud and loud."

Qyburn pointed to the back, smiled kindly, and said: "Your companion will watch me, you can rest assured to sleep, Sir."

James did not let down his guard: "No need, I just need wine."

Cobain spread his hands: "Okay, lie down, I have to tie your hands first, Sir."

Then, after screaming miserably for more than half an hour, Ser Jaime fainted.

After the treatment was over, Tyrion came over. He glanced at James, who had his eyes closed, and said, "Hey, Qyburn, your skills are pretty good."

Coburn's sternness was filled with warmth. He packed up his tools and said, "When I was in the Warriors, dealing with broken limbs was commonplace. Wherever they went, people were missing arms and legs."

“Interesting experience…”

As he spoke, Tyrion stared at Qyburn and continued: "So, Mr. Qyburn, why did you happen to appear at the Kneeling Stack?"

He grinned: "Don't tell me that the Seven Gods are the guides of other people's hometowns."

Qyburn stopped his movements and said slowly: "Count Kleb has offered a high reward, and many people are looking for you. What attracts me most is that he promises to protect those who find you. This is what I need most. I I was pretty lucky, but when I was about to give up, Sir Malbrand came to find me."