Chapter 284 Eagle Time (2)

2. Eagle Time ()

"Even Varys, the infamous octopus."

At this moment, Pycelle no longer had the dignity of a grand maester. His gray robe, which was covered with dust and blood, was tattered. He lay on the iron table, with little breath left in his mouth.

Evan Arryn immediately became interested. "Even if it's Varys, I really want to know the story of this outstanding colleague."

Pycelle raised his head tremblingly. "I am the Grand Maester appointed by the King. I have been through three dynasties, and even the Octopus Spider has never done anything excessive to me!"

He accused in a hoarse voice.

His voice was clear and firm, completely different from the sleepy and stuttering appearance he had during the imperial meeting.

"Oh," Evan Arryn stroked his chin, "That means my colleague is not good enough. After all, Grand Maester Pycelle, who served three dynasties, committed a crime for which even exile to the Great Wall and beheading would not be enough to pay."

No~ Pycelle used the last of his strength to make the accusation just now, and could only shout in his heart.

The tiny metal blade scraped against the dagger, and every time it was sharpened, it felt like a needle piercing into Pycelle's cochlea. Evan Arryn did not hold back, smiling as he watched Pycelle's tormented appearance.

"I've told you everything, I've told you everything." Pycelle's voice was as thin as a spider's silk. Only the gods knew how many tricks were hidden in this, just like the well-developed tunnels in the dark corners of King's Landing.

“So,” Evan Arryn asked, “you agree with what Grand Maester Cormon says?”

Grand Secretary?
Pycelle raised his head, his eyes as big as bronze, his heart felt like it had been put into a frying pan, being turned over and fried, and killed seven times.

"God bless you," Evan Arryn said with an apologetic look in his eyes, "I forgot to tell our distinguished former Grand Maester that Duke Artis Arryn has informed the Citadel that Kemon will be the next Grand Maester."

He deliberately emphasized the word "ex".

In fact, Duke Artis Arryn had never discussed the matter with the Citadel. After all, Comon was already familiar with many affairs in the Eyrie. Compared with King's Landing, the affairs of the Vale had been complicated recently and had regional particularities. As a duke, Artis was not willing to distract the scholars he had trained for many years to deal with other affairs. Moreover, the position of Grand Maester at least symbolized the friendship between the Citadel and the royal family. It was not in the interests of the Vale to abolish it arbitrarily.

"It seems that the Red Keep court is under the protection of Lord Arryn." Pycelle said infatuatedly, his eyes blurred, "Great."

A whip was swung down, and the bloodstains appeared again.

"Do not talk nonsense!"

"Ah! I admit it! I admit it! Ahhhh!"

Snot, urine, and tears all flowed down Pycelle's body, deepening the color of his gray robe, and a fishy smell of urine filled the cell.

"Okay." Evan Alyn wiped his hands with a wet towel with satisfaction. He enjoyed it all. Although he didn't have to interrogate the prisoners personally, he always wanted to do these jobs himself. Evan could find a lot of happiness from the prisoners' collapsed expressions.

Besides, all this is for Duke Artis, right? That is, for the Arryn family.

He walked to the next cell and was met by Amory Lodge, who was trembling and frightened.

"Your turn, ser," Evan Arryn nodded politely.

"No!" Rocky watched everything from next door. His face was covered with tears and was wet, sticky and disgusting, as if a slug was crawling all over his face in a dirty and smelly ditch.

"Me, my accomplices, and Queen Cersei, it's all the Queen Mother's conspiracy!!!"

Cersei's body was quietly placed in the center of the sept's round hall, next to Tywin's body which was already covered with embalmed materials.

Tyrion stood before the two coffins, like a candle that had frozen and no longer burned.

He felt mixed emotions, but there were no tears in his eyes.

Until now, Tyrion really couldn't understand what love was, including hate.

The two people in front of him, Tywin Lannister, his indifferent father, and Cersei Lannister, his stupid sister
The two of them were originally the concrete embodiment of Tyrion's mixed love and hate, but in the end they became two rotting and bloodless corpses lying here. Even though Tyrion was depressed, he was more at a loss suddenly.

How did it become like this? He asked himself.

Tyrion took a deep breath. At least he dared to face the bodies of his relatives, but he had no idea how to meet Jaime.

Jaime killed Cersei.
Jaime killed Cersei.
Jaime killed Cersei?!

Tyrion held his head in his hands. He could never have guessed what was going on. His father was poisoned, but his head was taken away by a direwolf.

It would have been bad enough if Cersei was just crazy, but she had her throat crushed by her own brother.

Lannister, this is the great family name in their father's mouth, a family name that they need to defend all their lives.

It was ironic. Tyrion saw the two funny stones in Tywin and Cersei's eyes, and without stopping, he turned around and walked away.

Oh no, Tyrion suddenly thought.

And Myrcella.
She is just a child.

The Mountain struggled with his huge body, and several knights tied his throat and bear-like chest with iron chains.

"You bastard!" the Mountain roared, "You deserve to go to the seven levels of hell!"

He spat on the floor of the Red Keep. "The Clegane family is loyal only to the Lannisters. You are nothing but a hairless vulture in the Queen Mother's mouth! A hairless vulture!"

Attis sat on the Iron Throne and carefully reached back along the edge of the throne. The iron hooks and iron spikes on the corners were stained with the blood of countless kings and prime ministers. It must have been filthy for a long time.

He chose the most comfortable position, took a deep breath, and raised his head.

"I already know about your request," Attis did not hear the specific content of the Mountain's shouting, but answered in the tone of the Prime Minister, and then looked seriously at the Mountain, the brave and fearless but morally low-class Mountain.

The Mountain was stunned, "You..." He shook his head and suddenly wanted to run to the Iron Throne to strangle Attis who was sitting on the high seat, but he was dragged by the chains on his body and the knights behind him, suffocating his breath and his face turned red.

"The kingdom once promised to give Dorne a seat in the royal council. Even with the change of prime minister, the promise remains the same. The royal family also needs an opportunity to make peace with Dorne," Artis took a sip of wine and leisurely looked at the Mountain kneeling at the platform. "The Lord Chancellor is very good. Let the Dornish judge you, Ser Clegane."

"I'm going to kill you. Ugh!~"

The knights rushed forward and dragged the Mountain out of the throne room.

Attis did not stay on the Iron Throne for long. When he walked out of the throne room, the courtyard of the Red Castle was already full of people.

Grand Maester Pycelle, Amory Lorch who framed King Robert, and members of the Bravest Order were all included.

The silent royal executioner, Ilyn Payne, whose eyes were still pale and expressionless, became his executioner.

Attis did not choose to take action himself, nor did he choose to parade around the city.

He nodded at Ilyn Payne and stared in silence, taking in the Red Keep and everything in sight.

"Thump! Thump!"

All the heads fell to the ground.

Artis didn't even blink, he said to Ange beside him: "Notify the army to rest for three days and reorganize and return to Harrenhal."

An Gai did not hesitate, responded and ran to the camp where the troops in the valley were assembled.

Attis looked at the bloodstains on the floor for a few seconds, then returned to the hall in silence.

There are many explanations for why Artis Arryn led his army and quickly returned to Harrenhal after completing his own trial. Among them, the most widely circulated one is that the Duke was concerned about Princess Myrcella. At that time, the princess lost her grandfather and then her mother, which was a double pain. The Duke wanted to see the princess as soon as possible and comfort her to fulfill his duties as a husband.

Another point is that the repeated assassinations and riots in King's Landing made Attis feel resentful and fearful, so he left.

Of course, colleagues in the Citadel discussed that this was a rational decision made by Artis Arryn. From a practical point of view and from the perspective of significance that has been foreseen by later generations, King's Landing, apart from port trade and huge human resources, has a very shallow role in Arryn and the Vale. In terms of connecting the Riverlands and the Vale, and the crown territory and the Vale, it cannot compare to the military deterrence of Harrenhal - this great castle can accommodate almost all of the Vale's troops.

No matter how future generations analyze and evaluate it, Duke Attis Arryn's behavior is extremely similar to equally important historical events.

That is the historical event "Wolf Hour" when Lord Cregan Stark entered King's Landing at the end of the Dance of the Dragons, judged in the name of justice, and quickly returned to the North.

To correspond to the "Wolf Hour", historians call this event the "Eagle Hour".

Later, the time between dusk and evening, starting from the time when Artis Arryn entered King's Landing, was also called "Eagle Hour" by the common people.

——"Iron and the Eagle: The Rise of House Arryn"

(End of this chapter)

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