Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 265 Authentic
263. Underground

Alchemist Guild, Baelor Sept, Red Keep. Jaime looked at the map of King's Landing, touched it with his index finger, and felt a slight roughness. The parchment used for drawing the map was placed messily on the table, looking at Jaime nervously.

He stared at my golden mask, still trying to see his face clearly. Jaime's mind was more confused than the parchment on the table. He put down the map of King's Landing and said, "I want a more detailed one."

The cartographer was a young man. Jaime only knew the old cartographer, Old Henry, from the Red Keep. He blinked his eyes through the small holes in the golden mask and looked at the cartographer twice.

"Old Henry is here," James began, and the young cartographer interrupted, "Father died in the Battle of Blackwater, and his clothes were burned by the fire."

James was speechless. He lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. "The kingdom thanks you for your contribution." The kingdom thanked him for nothing. James smiled at the young cartographer with a hypocritical look.

There was a long silence, until the cartographer twisted his foot awkwardly, stared at his boots and dared not look at James any longer.

"Are you little Henry?" James asked tentatively.

Little Henry nodded.

James took a deep breath, holding the map in his hand, and walked out of the house, "Follow me and help me draw a map."

Little Henry's eyes lit up when he heard that. He straightened his hat and followed James.

"Ser Jaime, Ser Jaime!" Henry said hastily. "Do you know where Lady Sansa is?"

Jaime stopped still. The warrant for Sansa and the Hound had not yet been issued, so the people in the Red Keep naturally didn't know the importance of this topic.

"What do you ask Miss Stark?"

"Well," Little Henry scratched his face in embarrassment, "Miss Sansa always likes to follow me and watch me draw, I..." He blushed, "I just care about her, I haven't seen her for several days"

"you like her?"

"How is it possible!" Little Henry's face suddenly turned red. Originally, there were only a few red blood streaks on his cheeks, but now he looked like a drunkard who drank too much summer red. Then he lowered his head and said, "She is the Duke's daughter."

Jaime frowned. It was strange that the Hound and Miss Stark ran away together, and now there was a bewildered cartographer.

"What did Miss Stark talk to you about?"

"Nothing much, just some small cartographic matters, drawing maps. He asked me to borrow several maps of King's Landing. The silk painting was given to Lady Sansa."

Jaime's brows were furrowed even deeper, but they were hidden by the golden mask. He grabbed little Henry's hand and shouted threateningly, "Tell us everything you know and guess about Sansa Stark. Be careful, the dungeon of the Red Castle is no joke!"

It's just a fucking joke! James once again said one thing and meant another.

Little Henry's flushed face turned pale, and he looked at James at a loss. "Sir, I..."

The gap in the Baelor Cathedral seemed to have been deliberately opened. It was directly facing the seven-pointed star symbol on the dome of the cathedral. The sunlight was refracted into dazzling seven colors, covering the people praying in the cathedral.

The colorful light reflected on the ground, and the gap was exactly the center of the light, as if the heart was dug out from the chest of the Seven Gods.

It's really ironic. I'm afraid that the monks and nuns who come to make pilgrimages every week will stop here for a long time, but no one has discovered it after so many years.

James leaned on his sword and carefully probed the gap in the center.

He hunched over and crawled down.

A distant but familiar stench greeted him, and Jaime looked at the black lumps on the ground, the feces of the direwolf, which he had seen in Winterfell.

He drew his sword to prevent himself from facing the same fate as his father. The Lannister red robes also leaned down one by one and followed Jaime closely.

The secret passages were connected in all directions, and James directed his men to explore the way one by one. However, the passages were too long and there was no return for a long time, so James had to lead the team himself, followed by several red robes, and walked along a tunnel.

There was no danger. James's tense nerves did not relax, but his intuition told him that the passage was safe.

The smell of blood came suddenly. James held his sword across the front of him and moved forward slowly on tiptoe.

Looking down, I saw the body of a boy.

Looking up along the corridor, there were more than one of them, boys and girls, falling to the ground one after another.

There was also a broken crossbow, with the arrows broken at the base of the wall, next to a little girl's hand. The girl had a sword stuck in her abdomen, and next to her were several golden robes of the capital garrison, who were hit by arrows in many places, as if they had been attacked by crossbows in the melee.

Ser Meryn Trant, in a white robe stained with the blood of a child.

His rusty beard was pointed at Jaime, blood still flowing, and he grinned with his eyes downcast. "Ser Jaime, there is more."

"A lot of what?" James was shocked by the scene and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly.

"There are children everywhere in these tunnels, including Varys's little birds. The Great Sept of Baelor is just one of them," said Meryn Trant.

"Who asked you to come?" James guessed it, but just wanted to confirm.

"I thought you knew," Meryn Trant said, stroking his beard hesitantly. "Queen Cersei ordered me to capture the little birds, and preferably to behead Varys as well."

Idiot, James cursed in his heart. He looked at the cruel scenes on the ground, corpses lying in the dirty and wet tunnel, and young faces one after another.
"Let me check this map," Marin Tran seemed a little carried away. He showed a map made of silk. "Sure enough, almost all the secret passages are marked, and even the location of wildfires is marked. It is better to give these things to the Queen Mother."

Tyrion's words came to his ears again, "Tywin, our father is a paranoid maniac, Cersei? This dear sister is a complete idiot and lunatic. You must take control of all the secret passages in King's Landing, so that Wildfire and King's Landing will truly belong to you."

Jaime looked towards Meryn Trant, looking at the silk map, which matched the description given by the cartographer Henry the Younger.

A silk map given to Sansa Stark, a map of King's Landing.

How did Cersei get it? Jaime wondered.

Before he could think for long, he stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Marin Tran put away the map and said, "The Queen Mother asked me to..."

"I'm her brother." Jaime felt his face getting hot. For the first time, he felt ashamed to be in the same family as Cersei.

"But."

The Kingslayer's sword slashed over, and Marin had no time to block it, and was hit straight in the face.

The red-robed man behind him and the soldiers of the Capital Guard following Marin Trant all stood there in a daze, watching the scene.

James picked up the silk map, hoping his sister was a fool and hadn't copied it.

The Kingslayer kicked Meryn Trant in the head and said to the Lannister guards behind him, "Kill these gold cloaks."

A noble knight would never attack a woman or a child.
Jaime thought of Bran Stark, and a pang arose in his heart.

Sansa lay quietly on the tree roots. She was familiar with this feeling, just like when she was with her mother in the small godswood in Winterfell.

The hounds cut the fur silently, he caught the deer, and eliminating all distractions, Sansa just regarded him as a brave knight.

"If you want me to have wildfire, you know what I would do, Sansa?" The expression on Cersei's face when she mentioned wildfire appeared before her eyes again.

Sansa shook her head.

"Destroy all those who are against me, the Imp, Stannis, Artis Arryn, and those who are against the Lannisters, leaving no one alive, even if it means destroying the entire King's Landing," Cersei suddenly laughed, "Yes, I think Varys probably thinks so too, waiting for the people of the Vale, the people of the Reach, and those princes and nobles to enter King's Landing and the Red Castle, and ignite wildfires to burn them to death, that would be the best ending."

Sansa nodded.

Burn to death.

So she left the token of love given to her by the cartographer to Queen Cersei when she left.

What was the cartographer's name? It seemed to be Henry. Sansa sighed slightly. She was so busy remembering how to make the map that she couldn't remember anything else.

There was a rustling of grass in the distance, and Sansa looked back.

The lady's golden eyes were moving quietly.

(End of this chapter)