Chapter 308 Prophecy and Ritual

Myrcella carefully threw the mutton at the dragon's feet, holding her cheeks with both hands, with a vigilant look on her face, watching the dragon feasting on the lamb.

"It's very docile," Atis stood behind her, squatted down, hugged Myrcella, and put his face against her somewhat cold cheek, "as long as it is full and full."

"It?" Myrcella observed carefully, "I thought a dragon could distinguish between male and female."

Attis didn't know much about dragons. Although he had read through the books about dragons in the Eyrie, it was a pity that there were too many statements, and many of them were rumors. Later, he asked Komon about the knowledge of dragons, and the latter also expressed helplessness. After all, he didn't have the Valyrian necklace of mysticism certified by the Citadel.

Tyrion was the person he knew who was most interested in dragons, but they had never discussed it. Moreover, Tyrion was traveling westward from the Lion Gate of King's Landing to Casterly Rock with the Kingslayer who was supposed to serve at the Wall. After Casterly Rock accepted the oath of allegiance from the Lord of the West, he insisted on sending Jaime to the Wall himself.

Tyrion knew very well what he might encounter in the West, but Atis did not intend to help him much. Kevan Lannister and Jaime Lannister had clear attitudes. Obviously, people who knew the times would not choose to go against the appointment of King's Landing during the reign of Arryn.

"Perhaps the one who can lay dragon eggs is the female dragon, and the one who cannot lay dragon eggs is the male dragon." Atis answered after a moment of consideration.

"A very accurate judgment, Prime Minister," Dr. Marwin walked over from the side of the dragon, his eyes always stayed on the dragon, and he reluctantly looked away until he bowed to the Duke, smiling at the Duke, "but I am more willing to believe what Brother Bath said."

"What statement?" Myrcella was obviously more interested and asked directly.

Marwin rubbed his hands, "As you wish, Princess," he walked to the blue dragon and pulled the dragon scales on its head. Attis noticed that Marwin's palms were dull gray, like the bubbling and wrinkled mud on the neck, but there was no pain when it was scratched by the hard scales, and the skin surface was also unscathed.

"Brother Bath believes that dragons have no gender distinction. As for whether or not dragon eggs are laid to determine the gender, it is indeed a convenient method, but it is limited to this. Just like my dear colleague in the Citadel, the group of gray sheep insisted on dividing the winged insects in Dorne into winged and wingless to distinguish the latest discoveries. Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that the maester who made such a judgment just happened to see a group of winged insects with broken wings in a cave somewhere in Dorne and made a rash judgment. Little did he know that the reason these insects were like this was just because of the cruel act of a Dornish child. I heard that this colleague After such a wonderful experience, I can only write to him to tell him that this discovery is the greatest discovery in the past hundred years. "

Marwyn sarcastically pointed out the absurdity of his colleagues in the Citadel, and coughed slightly when he saw Myrcella's eyes full of curiosity. "The gender of a dragon is not fluid, nor is it the common two-sex term. It has no gender. As for whether it can lay dragon eggs, I prefer to say that it is just... uh, according to the dragon's will."

"The dragon's will?"

"Yes, um..." Dr. Marwyn glanced at the blue dragon again, "Brother Bath detailed it in the book. He wrote down his research process in detail, comparing many dragons, combining the notes left by some careless Targaryen royals, including the log records of dragon servants who have been with dragons for a longer time. Whether a dragon lays eggs depends on many conditions. Known conditions... First of all, of course, the character of the dragon. Ahem, some dragons are aloof and will never lay dragon eggs. Some dragons are eager for riders. If there is no master, it is unlikely to lay dragon eggs... If this sounds strange, then it is right. Dragons are probably the closest to gods in this world. They cannot be compared with human habits and tendencies, but dragon riders are different. They can indeed influence the dragons themselves. "

"There are also companions. There are many conditions for hatching dragon eggs. If there is only one dragon, it is unlikely to be willing to lay dragon eggs because there are no other dragons to help it hatch..."

"It sounds more and more like a weird story." Artis regretted it as soon as he said it. How many weird people have appeared around him. Maybe under the planning of the bard, he might have become the biggest weird person in Westeros.

"We need to change our thinking," Marwyn said, with a meaningful look in his eyes. "This dragon egg was found in a cave in the Mountains of the Moon. I'm afraid it was most likely born by a sheep thief riding Castor. This dragon was often regarded as a male dragon during the Dance of the Dragons, but there is no basis for it."

As she was talking, the red-robed woman came to the Godswood, leaned against the fence built by the gardener from King's Landing, and listened to Marwyn's narration thoughtfully.

The weather was getting colder, and winter was coming. Melisandre seemed to be a natural heat source when she approached, as if she stood there, and the will of the Lord of Light was manifested there, walking for God.

"What do you need me to do?" Melisandre bowed to Attis and Myrcella first, and then asked Marwyn.

Marwyn pressed the tip of his nose until it was rubbed red, "The time is not right..." His long sleeves seemed to be enchanted, and anything could be put in them. Marwyn dug it out, and a long candle that was as black as night appeared.

Anyone who knows a little about scholars can tell what this thing is.

Myrcella whispered, "Glass candle?"

Attis stepped forward, carefully examined the glass candle that Marwin took out from his sleeve, and paced: "I don't remember that there are only four glass candles in the city, all from Valyria, one green and three black. , could this..."

"The Prime Minister is right," Marwyn pushed the bridge of his nose in the air, as if he had worn Mill glasses before. "Rather than let it burn to ashes in the school city, it is better to come here and shine... Of course, This is just a section, the rest..." He waved to Simon, the manager, who pulled the black cloth on his hand, and a longer candle appeared.

"Glass candle, can it be split?"

"Just like the small parts that Myrs like," Marwyn said, "Such long things are not suitable for long distances. When the city brought them over from the Valyrian Free Fortress that had not yet been destroyed, they also used special tools. "I split them into sections and then spliced ​​them together when I arrived at the academy. You see," he pointed at the middle of the candle, "it was originally divided into two sections from here, but there is no trace of breakage. They match perfectly."

"Excuse me for having doubts, Dr. Marwin." Myrcella had doubts and walked closer to look at the candle. "Has this been approved by the city?"

Marwin chuckled twice, "What can the bachelors of the city take care of? I can guarantee that no one has noticed that the glass candle has been replaced with a fake one. After all, it is all burned. The real candle can also confuse the world. ”

As if to confirm what Marwin said, the candle as dark as night ignited a small flame on his head the moment it left Marwin's sleeves. Marwin walked forward in the eyes of everyone in surprise, getting closer to the heart tree that had become a dead tree. It burned brighter and hotter, until the light could even cover the gloomy sky above Harrenhal, making it more eye-catching and more dazzling than the lighthouses on the coast of the Narrow Sea.

"The Seven Gods..." Myrcella blurted out, but quickly shut up, glanced at the red-robed woman, and changed the Seven Gods to gods.

Melisandre's red eyes were reflecting the white light produced by the glass candle, and there was a vague white mist around the red robe. The godswood forest was escaping into the long summer at this time, but the heat source and the light source were separated, and the sun was divided into two. The body, the glass candle is responsible for daylight, and Melisandre is the temperature of the sun.

"New history..." Melisandre murmured to herself, looking at the white flame burning at the top of the glass candle, as if she wanted to peek through it to see the Lord of Light's instructions.

"I saw," everyone's eyes were attracted by Melisandre, "the ice melted, and winter roses lived in the gaps of the Great Wall, blooming sonorously and never withering. A dragon fell into the sea, with the sea monster's body wrapped around it. Bearded strips, the blue dragon is surrounded by giant eagles, protecting the children of the forest and humans fighting side by side below. The woman riding the dragon is soaring in the desert, surrounded by countless treasures. The silver-haired prince walks on the wind, holding a sword side by side with his wife. ”

Then she took a few steps back and said, "This is false and untouchable..."

"What do you mean?" Attis had doubts in his heart.

Melisandre reached out her hand as if to touch the white light at the top of the glass candle.

"This can be touched, prophecy... the power of prophecy is reaching out..."

No one knew the secret, except Marwen who remained silent and calm, as if the Scarlet Witch's reaction was within his expectations.

"Some prophecies are God's conjectures and hints of wanting to control the direction," Marwin said, as if to clarify the confusion for everyone, "But now that it has reached this point, the glass candle has been rekindled, and in Harrenhal it is Hexue City. The difference is that the flames are stronger and the light is brighter, as if the day is in front of you; the dragon eggs hatch, and the living dragon appears in front of you; the wizards in the East regain their magic, and the pyromancers are no longer guild liars, the power of God is Just like the Valyrians were guided by wizards in the past, through blood magic, they penetrated from the unknown realm and surrounded themselves with reality..."

Marwyn looked at the dragon and then at Attis.

"Blood magic, dragons, glass candles, the Red God, the Dead Heart Tree," Marwyn said, "plus..." He turned around and looked at Melisandre, "Tell me, Scarlet Witch, what did you see? What, the power of prophecy reaches out, what is that prophecy?”

"It's the young dragons surrounding the Duke's knees; it's the blue dragons soaring surrounded by the crescent moon and falcon flags; it's the dragon flames covering the frozen land, with countless valley warriors charging into battle; it's the dragon masters riding the blue dragons to ascend to the sky, followed by the giant eagles behind them …”

"Accident and necessity, the gods play a role in it..." Marwin murmured, and he looked at Attis, "I need your blood."

Attis looked at Melisandre's determined and fanatical eyes, drew out his dagger, and slashed it on his palm.

The test tube appeared again in Marwin's sleeve, collecting the flowing blood.

"The glass candle is the carrier, the red-robed woman is the dictator, the strong magic power is the objective condition, and we also need the implementer," Marwin coughed awkwardly, "It's a pity that I am just a planner, and I also need someone who can operate... "

The children of the forest had already been attracted by this movement and slowly approached from around the godswood.

"We need practitioners of blood magic," Marwen looked at the Children of the Forest, "Please."