The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

"Duel?" Ed looked at Robert with the golden horn in his hand.

My good brother, who was remembered by the girls of the Seven Kingdoms, was now a bloated drunkard. His figure was terrible, at least eight stones bigger than before.

"One is the Lannister's dog, and the other is your dance teacher. Everyone is the same after death, but they can achieve their honor and add a sense of leisure to our tedious and arduous long journey." Robert laughed. The sound was loud, and the air in the tent seemed to tremble.

Only his voice was as powerful as before.

Ed thought to himself, feeling mixed.

"Your Majesty, I am afraid that no one will achieve any honor when he dies."

"Duel is the honor of a man. Ed, are you as old as I am, losing the interest in admiring blood and courage? Don't say it, I am the king, and I have promised the hunting dog."

"When is the duel?" Ed asked in a deep voice, feeling quite uncomfortable. It's just that his thick beard and sauce-yellow face conceal his emotions.

"Tonight or tomorrow, what do you think? You can't miss the Trident River. Go to Darry City to enjoy it."

"I think it's fine. The three brothers of Sir Raymond Derry died in the battle between us and Rega Targaryen. They have always been loyal to the Targaryen family. Those life and death battles, we remember, Derry's family Everyone still remembers."

"Haha, the Targaryen family is gone, and the Derry family has also lost most of its land and wealth, and of course its power. Well, it's up to you, tonight, watch the hound and your dance teacher duel. "Robert drank the horn glass in his hand and stared at Lancer Lannister beside him, "Pour the wine quickly, you fool!"

Lancer was startled and panicked to renew the cup for the King. The King laughed at his panic, as if he had humiliated the entire Lannister family.

"As you wish, Your Majesty." Ed bowed and saluted. "Can I go back and talk to Arya and his dance teacher first?"

"You don't need to go, just ask someone to inform you. You stay here to drink with me."

"Your Majesty, please allow me to go back to the tent."

"Well, well, you roll as long as you like." King Robert was angry, waving his hand, looking impatient.

Ed retired and came out of the king's tent. Outside were his guard captain Jory Kelso and other four guards.

"Go back!" Ed said, his voice low and expressionless.

***

The queen is as huge as the palace of a fortress.

Prince Joffrey's right wrist was bandaged, and there was a bandage around his neck.

Cersei sat on the delicate sable cushion, straightened up, and looked proudly like a peacock. Joffrey stood beside his mother, kneeling before the hound.

"I order you to kill Arya, dog!" Joffrey's mouth turned up, his eyes full of hatred and anger.

"I will not kill the youngest daughter of the Prime Minister who has been invited by the king from thousands of miles away. If there is no charge, please send someone else to the Prince."

"Then I will kill you!" Joffrey fingered the hound, trembling with anger.

The hound was silent, raised his head, with indifferent eyes on his ugly face, he looked straight at Joffrey: "I will not kill Arya, Your Royal Highness."

His indifferent and fearless eyes made Joffrey take a half step back.

Joffrey looked at his mother as if for help.

Cersei said: "Joffrey, you lost to the little wolf girl in your own sword fight. You can't blame others. Don't go to your drunkard father and cry for a while, he will scold you and despise you deeply. you."

"Your Majesty the Queen, Your Royal Highness, I can kill Arya's dance teacher for you. The king approved the duel." Hound said.

"Okay, then kill him immediately. I want his head on my dinner table. I want to see Arya's eyes full of tears."

"As you wish, Your Highness," said the hound.

Outside the gate of the palace, there are guards announced.

"What's the matter?" The attendant lifted the curtain of the palace gate.

"My Majesty the Queen, the king has an order. Tonight, everyone is watching the swordsmanship duel between Sandor Clegane and Silio Frere on the campfire field."

"Got it!" Cersei said flatly.

The distorted anger on Joffrey’s handsome face disappeared, replaced by a charming smile and a more upturned corner of his right mouth, his beautiful sapphire eyes gleaming: "Hound, kill him tonight. , I want that little boy's head."

"As you wish, Your Royal Highness." The Hound said with his right hand on his left chest. He then stood up, did not nod to his Majesty the Queen and His Royal Highness, and stopped talking, turned and walked straight out, jumping into the lower palace.

"This dog is too rude! I won't say a honorific if I quit, he is our dog." Joffrey said bitterly.

"But he is a dog that can help you kill people," Cersei said lightly. "Although he is rude, he is loyal!"

"Where is he going?"

"Go and sharpen the sword. Before the hunting dog kills, he likes to find a very quiet place to sharpen his sword by himself. Don't bother him."

***

Inside the huge tent of the northerners.

"Teacher Silio, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop the king's decision." Ed said.

In fact, when Ed went to the king's tent, the king had already approved the hound's request.

Silio grinned: "Master Ed, no one can stop a person from asking for death. I am happy to accept a duel."

Arya patted the head of the little wolf next to her, and first calmed down the little wolf who was walking around her feet: "Father, the hound has a full body armor, and Sirio does not have a suitable armor. This is very unfair."

"No, no, Arya, I don't have armor, but I don't have a burden." Silio smiled, "I am also more flexible. There is nothing unfair about it, as long as my sword is there."

Ed groaned and said, "Ms. Silio, this is indeed unfair to you."

"Father, you can make a request to the king that the hounds must not wear armor."

"I'm afraid this is difficult, boy. Sandor Clegane didn't restrict Teacher Silio from wearing armor, so we can't restrict Sandor either."

Teacher Silio reached out and touched Arya’s head: "Haha, Arya, you have so little confidence in your dance teacher? The teacher told you that I have been the chief swordsman of Sea King for nine years, and then I want to go out everywhere. When I walked, I said goodbye to my sea king, and I went east, the farthest I have been to the shadow of Yaxia, where people wrapped themselves tightly even in the daytime, showing only a pair of eyes."

"I have seen the most terrible shadowbinders, they even have terrible magic patterns on their ears and eyelids; I have also seen Dothraki Seahorse King Zogo Kao's most powerful blood ally guard, and fought with them one by one. I've also fought a barbarian warrior who is much taller than a hound. Look at me now, haha, isn't it standing in front of you?"