Chapter 310 Changes in Westeros
"Da Da Da!"
A chestnut warhorse raised its vigorous legs and galloped quickly in the crowded streets of King's Landing.
"Get out of the way!" Behind the warhorse, several cavalrymen raised their swords and shouted, driving away the civilians who were setting up stalls and doing small business on the road, the actors who were performing acrobatics, and the children who were running and blocking the road.
"Whoa!" The chestnut warhorse was pulled hard by the knight's reins, and it barely moved its position and turned its direction, almost hitting an innocent child.
The knight waved his hand, and the team suddenly neighed, leaped over the corner of the street in an instant, and smashed towards the other end.
The children on the street only knew that there were shadows passing by their heads, and when they turned their heads again in a trance, everything returned to the hustle and bustle of the street market.
No one from King's Landing went to see the group of knights rushing to the Red Castle. At most, they only saw the knight's shield emblem and the pattern painted on the flag in his followers' hands, which were all tender grapes that made people salivate. They also vaguely remembered that there was such a noble, but it was irrelevant to the common people.
The most important thing for them now is to work hard for food and supplies for the winter. Some brave and careful people are collecting their own household tools. They are keenly aware of the recent movements of King's Landing blacksmiths, mercenaries and even merchants, and quietly prepare to leave King's Landing and go north along the King's Road to the city where the children of the forest and humans swore an oath, which was once the cursed city of Harrenhal.
It is said that the common people in the riverlands, especially those along the Green Fork River, have spontaneously built houses around the huge castle. Some people have noticed that Prime Minister Artis Arryn is also promoting this matter. A large number of soldiers followed their lords to repair farmland and build water conservancy near Harrenhal.
The prostitutes in King's Landing are more aware of this trend. The brothels left by Littlefinger are being relocated in large numbers, and many prostitutes are following the camp of the Vale army to the north to settle down in Harrenhal.
This trend caused concern among the nobles of the royal territory, who were worried that this move would affect the economic exchanges around King's Landing.
However, when they wanted to report all this to the king, they were ignored. The king had no intention of taking the Iron Throne and acquiesced to this change.
The nobles who were unaware of the inside story chose to go north to Harrenhal to find the King's Hand to discuss the matter.
Back and forth, the Hundred Hearths Hall in Harrenhal replaced the Red Keep. Due to military jurisdiction, civilians still could not go to the Hundred Hearths Hall to find the Prime Minister to solve affairs, but the nobles of the royal territory and many knights with property in the riverlands acquiesced to the role of the Hundred Hearths Hall and chose to discuss matters here.
The knights of the Green Arbor did not stop at the gate of the Red Keep for a moment, and walked straight into the Red Keep.
The Red Keep, the Royal Meeting Hall.
Barristan spread out his handkerchief, wiped his sword with water, and pointed the blade at the whetstone again and again.
The sword was sharpened on both sides, and the stone chips attached to the surface. He shook it gently and dipped it in water, and it became shiny.
"I need to see the king! I need to leave the city and return to the Arbor!"
"The king has no time. If you have any political affairs, please go north to find Prime Minister Arryn." Barristan turned his head and recognized this mediocre face.
"Ser Hober Redwyne, I am deeply sorry for what happened to your father." Barristan pondered for several times and said to him with a serious expression.
"The Ironborn are traitors. We need Arryn, Lannister, and the army of the borderlands and riverlands to suppress the rebellion together!" Hober's temperament is not as calm as his brother. I am afraid that Earl Redwyne left him in King's Landing to ensure that his bloodline is safe and there will be no trouble in the march.
Barristan looked at him with deep sympathy, "I will be wherever the king is. If you need a decree, I'm afraid Artys Arryn of Harrenhal is your best choice. If you notice, no nobles have been in the Red Keep for a long time except for civilians."
"Besides, it seems that there are more important things than the Ironborn," Barristan continued. He looked at the letter in his hand. This was a letter sent from Nightsong. The Dornish stopped the confrontation with the knights of the Borderlands, and almost all the troops in Prince's Pass were withdrawn to Dorne. "Earl Cullen volunteered to lead troops to surround Storm's End."
Although he read it many times, Barristan still frowned slightly. Earl Cullen acted in this way just to draw a clear line with his illegitimate brother who supported Princess Shireen to become king. The latter took away one-third of Nightsong's army with his strong prestige in the army. Many nobles in Stormlands even mistakenly thought that it was Nightsong's instruction because of the illegitimate son's position. This made Earl Cullen, who had just recaptured Nightsong, very distressed.
Hobber frowned, "Ser Barristan, you mean..."
"Lord Artis Arryn has not yet expressed his position on the issue of the Reach," Barristan said, "but he has implemented many policies regarding the Stormlands and the North, making peace with the North and sending me to retake the Stormlands..."
"Send you?"
"And Ser Loras Tyrell who volunteered, I don't know what Artis said to him, this knight seems determined to expand the territory for the kingdom, especially to fight Stannis."
Ser Hobber frowned, he hadn't figured out his connection with this matter.
"I advise you to think clearly about why your father took your brother away but not you," Barristan held the sword, "come with me to Storm's End and join the battle."
Storm's End is strong, it can only be besieged and not attacked by force, and most of the troops are knights from the borderlands of Dorne, which has little to do with these knights from the Green Land.
This can save the lives of all the hostages, Barristan thought.
...
The moment the ship was blown away by the storm, Stannis felt that he was going to die.
"Without money and Varys, what else can I do?" The captain was soaked, loosened his grip on the reef, and slid into the sea like a fish familiar with the water, never to be seen again.
He did not choose to commit suicide. He saw the sand and gravel, which looked familiar. Only in the Stormlands could there be such rocks in large pieces.
He was entangled in the fishing net and pulled ashore.
"Thank God, I was not swallowed by the sea monster!" The fisherman shouted in his ear.
I am your king... Stannis wanted to shout loudly, but reason told him not to. He knew that the nobles of the Stormlands never followed his will.
Stannis felt a rough hand touching his face, and the voice shook his eardrums: "Was your ship attacked by a tentacle sea monster?"
"What?" Stannis had no idea why his ship suddenly hit a big hole, but he was sure it was not a sea monster, "It was a storm, not a sea monster, what sea monster?"
"It must be a sea monster." There was a thin boy next to the fisherman. His eyes were clear and he was sure, "I saw that everyone who suffered at sea recently said that they were attacked by sea monsters. They were crazy. They only moved in the north before, and it was impossible for them to come to Storm's End."
"Storm's End?" Stannis confirmed the location, and he pulled the fisherman's linen sleeve, "Take me to Storm's End, I promise, you will get the honor you deserve..."
After saying the word honor, the fisherman looked at him in confusion, "Are you the master?"
Stannis swallowed, "I am an old friend of the Lord of Storm's End, he can give you gold dragons."
The fisherman opened his eyes wide, "Okay, follow me."