The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Arya said with a bored expression: "See with your eyes, listen with your ears, taste with your mouth, feel with your skin, and finally think."

Syrio took a step back lightly and added with a smile: "Very well, let them become your instincts, and you will be able to see the truth at any time. You will become a dancer and a clever girl like me."

Arya also put away her sword, took a step back, bowed and saluted, and said with a smile: "Syrio, let's continue dancing."

"Girl, I have an insight into what you are up to." Silio said, while elegantly pointing the tip of the sword steadily at Arya: "Remember, I am not teaching you a knight who swings around. The dance is the dance of the killer, the dance of water, agile in movement..."

Arya suddenly looked to the other side and shouted angrily: "Rickon! Don't mess around!"

When she saw Syrio from the corner of her eye and looked at him, her body suddenly shot out like an arrow from the string, and at the same time, the sword in her hand pierced the wrist of the person opposite.

Arya's movements were clean and tidy, without any sloppiness, but... Syrio's sword tip appeared in sight first. Arya's reaction was extremely fast, and her whole body instantly curled up, like an agile kitten. , and then rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding this fatal attack.

"Very good, it was your body's reaction that saved you, not your head. Remember, thinking is slower than reaction." Silio's feet were aligned, one hand holding the sword diagonally, and the other behind his back. Looking back at the embarrassed little wolf girl rolling around on the mud, his smile contained a trace of schadenfreude that could not be concealed.

Arya glared at Syrio fiercely: "Did you do this on purpose?"

Syrio smiled slightly: "Your trap has become my trap. To catch me by surprise, you need wisdom and experience."

Patting her clothes casually and wiping the sweat from her forehead and chin, she realized that her hands were covered with dirt left by the mud. Arya felt that she should be wise to go to the bathroom at this time. After being discovered by her mother, Nagging Before talking, clean yourself up.

"Little cat girl, Mrs. Stark may come over for inspection at any time."

Syrio's voice was so annoying that Arya stuck out her tongue at him and threw the training wooden sword in her hand hard: "I'm leaving first."

Syrio caught the sword firmly and said to the figure who had started running: "Don't delay breakfast, the water dancer needs to grow up."

"knew!"

Arriving under the house, Arya did not take the stairs. She jumped up lightly and climbed up the pillar skillfully and quickly. Then, with a quick turn, she appeared on the second floor. She waved to Sirio as a brief farewell.

Unfortunately, Arya relied on her cleverness to escape the sharp eyes of her mother and Septa Mordane, but in front of the bathroom, she met Sansa, whom she hated most at the time, and Sansa's ladylike toys. Companions.

Sansa was dressed in plain clothes that expressed sadness. The two sisters' eyes touched. Arya followed her sister's example and rolled her eyes unceremoniously.

With a snort, Arya brushed past Sansa without looking back. She and her sister had just had a quarrel yesterday and had not yet reconciled, and she did not want to forgive her sister easily.

In the bathroom, Arya angrily took off her muddy coat, thinking bitterly that she hated Sansa so much!

Sansa's eyes were red and swollen every day, but she didn't pity her at all. On the contrary, she hated her even more. Her sister always cried in front of her father for the death of her brother... Everyone was immersed in grief, and her father was even more sad. , although he tried his best to hide the pain in his heart, Arya could still detect it.

Sansa cried in her father's arms again... She couldn't hold it back anymore and had a big quarrel with her sister.

Arya kicked off her boots bitterly, causing them to roll a few times on the ground. She didn't want to make her father more sad. She always hid in bed at night and secretly cried for her brother. Sansa was already thirteen years old, and she still looked like an ignorant child!

When Arya struggled to take off her "mud pants", the bathroom door was pushed open, and when she saw the figure walking in clearly, she stopped and forced out a slightly flattering smile: "Good morning?"

The person who came was Sister Mordane (Chapter 144), who was responsible for taking care of and raising the Stark children. She looked at the clothes randomly thrown on the floor, and then sighed helplessly: "Arya, a decent dress is The noble lady’s armor.”

Arya increased her strength in her hands, and after a lot of effort, she finally took off her pants, and said breathlessly: "I will be able to turn back to a decent Miss Stark in a moment, I promise, Sister Mordane."

"I choose to trust your promise for the time being." Septa Mordane lowered her body and helped Arya remove the remaining clothes.

Seeing Sister Mordane frowning at her face, Arya immediately said: "I am a swordsman canonized by the Duke of Winterfell. I must practice my sword every day to live up to my father's expectations."

Sister Mordane stood up and rummaged through the clean clothes she had brought, and said, "You can also be an elegant swordsman lady. This may make Lord Ned more happy."

Arya suddenly opened her eyes wide and asked suspiciously: "Sister Mordane, how did you know I was here? How did you know I needed new clothes?"

Arya felt that Sansa had betrayed her, who else could it be but that annoying sister!

"You're flexible."

Sister Mordane turned her thin face to Arya and said expressionlessly: "Mrs. Stark and I saw you climbing the stairs together. The lady was very 'surprised'. She ordered me to send these things and Let me convey...you can't delay breakfast today."

She came over: "Okay, Miss Swordsman, you can enter the bathtub now."

Arya obediently entered the steaming bathtub, then looked at the "torture instrument" in Sister Mordane's hand, showing a pitiful expression, and said: "I just got some mud on it, I don't think you need to use a brush, I've already It's tragic enough, Lady Mordane."

Septa Mordane was unmoved, and her dark shadow enveloped little Arya. She declared grimly: "These are the Lady of Winterfell's orders."

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Winterfell, catacombs.

Eddard Stark was wearing a black cloak with a thick fur collar, and his tall figure stood motionless. The lords of Winterfell in the mausoleum seemed to be watching him with their frozen eyes.

With his eyes closed, he devoutly begged them for wisdom on how to restore the Stark family's thousands of years of honor.

The sound of footsteps slowly echoed in the huge mausoleum. Duke Ed was very familiar with the owner of the footsteps. He opened his eyes and looked, and his wife, Caitlin, who looked haggard, was looking at him with a worried look.

"Where are the children?"

"My dear Ned, they are all waiting to dine with you."

Lord Eddard moved his gaze to the stone statues of the Stark ancestors: "Have Sansa and Arya reconciled?"

Lady Catelyn came to Eddard's side, smiled lightly, and said: "Arya may not feel better until the afternoon. I asked Mordane to punish the little girl who was 'canonized' as a swordsman by you. Wolf Girl."

Her eyes followed her husband's. The statues showed the lords of Winterfell sitting side by side, and the huge roaring direwolf stone sculptures curled up at their feet. They seemed to be watching the eternal silence with eyes that could no longer see. Darkness makes people feel an invisible oppression.

According to tradition, every stone statue that was once the Lord of Winterfell must place an iron sword on its lap. Ned told himself when he first brought her to the Stark family tomb that this was to ensure that those who harbored hatred would The vengeful spirit was sealed in the tomb and no longer wreaks havoc in the northern lands.

Mentioning Arya, Duke Eddard, with a heavy face, finally raised his lower lip slightly: "I will find time to talk to Arya."

Lady Catelyn approached her husband, stretched out her arms to hold him tightly, and rested her head on his arm. Her voice was full of sadness and helplessness: "Ned, I want to see Robb, but I'm worried about my health." Crying will disturb his sleep."

Last night, the steward of Winterfell, Weyon Poole, placed the sarcophagus engraved with Robb's face in the tomb. Lord Eddard had not yet seen his eldest son.

Duke Eddard closed his eyes in pain. The northern vassals who went to the south brought the rotting body of his eldest son back to Winterfell, but he did not even take a look... His wife was extremely sad, but the only kindness he could give was It doesn't stop her from meeting her eldest son.

Robb, his proud eldest son, resolutely launched an army to save his father and sisters who were trapped in the Red Keep... The young Stark family led the vassals and soldiers from the north to the south. He defeated powerful enemies several times on the battlefield. Lannister, however, put the Tully family, which was closest to the Stark family, into an unprecedented dilemma, and he himself... ended up being brought home as a corpse.

He loved Robb deeply, he missed his child terribly, and he was deeply saddened by his misfortune.

However, the heir who once made him feel extremely proud...acted against the engagement and trampled on the rights of guests for revenge.

His heirs had trampled upon the Starks' thousands of years of honor.

Hearing his wife's suppressed cries, Duke Eddard sighed heavily and sadly: "Kate, let's go see Robb together."

Duke Ed raised the oil lamp that emitted dim light and walked slowly inside with his wife.

The darkness seemed to extend endlessly forward, and they passed three side-by-side sarcophagi, which were Duke Ed's father, brother and sister.

Later, Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn stopped in front of a sarcophagus that was alone.

It was the sarcophagus of Robb Stark. He sat upright, his stone fingers tightly grasping the sword lying across his knees.

The sculptor of Winterfell mastered Robb's charm very well, but he closed his eyes tightly. This was Lord Eddard's special order. He wanted future generations to always remember the mistakes his eldest son had committed... … There is no deliberate concealment of hypocrisy, and this lesson must always be remembered.

After crying for a while, Lady Catelyn choked with sobs and said intermittently: "Ned, thank you, thank you for letting him sleep here forever."

Her husband would never change his decision easily, not to mention that their son had tarnished the family's honor. She begged him... She cried her tears again and again before her husband finally agreed to let Robb Request for burial in the Stark family cemetery.

Catelyn knew that her request was too much. Her husband had made an extremely difficult decision. Now she only felt endless gratitude to Ned.

Duke Eddard put his arms around his poor wife who was a little unsteady. His voice was low and hoarse: "Kate, I am Robb's father. As his father, I have the responsibilities and obligations of a father."

Hearing this, Caitlin looked up at her husband in panic and murmured: "Ned..."

Duke Eddard stared at Robb's sarcophagus, paused, and spoke slowly: "Kate, I don't blame Robb, I just feel sorry and sad for him. Winter is coming, and the mistakes he made should be punished As a father, I am here to atone for my sins.”

He looked at his wife who was clutching her robe tightly and her face was stained with tears: "Go back, the children are waiting impatiently."

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On the top of the Visenya Hills, in the majestic Baelor Cathedral, the archbishops are holding the final election of the archbishop.

And just as they were arguing loudly inside, and the atmosphere was tense and fierce... On the wide stone steps between the gate of the Great Cathedral and the white marble square, countless people were like a surging tide, flowing continuously. Gather here.

Most of them have haggard faces and withered shapes, and their bodies are so thin that they seem to have only a skeleton left. They are all wearing brown coarse cloth robes.

Someone shouted angrily, with a voice full of anger and despair: "They don't care about the murdered monks and nuns! They don't care about the brothers in brown, brown and green! They don't care about the brothers in white, blue and gray." Yi’s sisters!”

“The Holy Mother of Heaven cries out in grief!”

"Protect the living! Protect the church and other holy places!"

A big man with a striking seven-pointed star tattooed on his forehead struggled to climb to a high place and shouted at the top of his lungs: "A king who cannot protect the people is not a real king! The people pay tribute to the lord, the lord pays tribute to the king, and the king must pay tribute to the seven-sided god ! If you love the Seven Gods, all anointed knights should abandon their earthly masters and fight with us!"

He waved his arms vigorously and shouted: "Sparrows, we need an archbishop who can unite all devout people who love the Seven Gods into the Holy Church!"

The crowd's response was deafening, as if it were breaking through the clouds: "High Sparrow! High Sparrow! High Sparrow!"

The voices of the sparrows grew louder and louder, becoming more and more passionate: "High Sparrow! High Sparrow! High Sparrow!"

With a chorus of shouts, the sparrows gradually gave way to a wide passage leading directly to the church door. A man with a beard that is half brown and half gray, with sparse hair combed back, wearing a gray robe full of patches... walked among them with bare feet. His feet were covered with thick calluses, and every step he took was steady and steady. powerful.

Following him were a group of armed men, with seven-pointed stars representing the Seven Gods tattooed on their foreheads. Thick iron chains were worn crosswise on their chests like armor. Most of them were equipped with axes (Part 1). Chapter 362).