Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 80 Horst on his knees
Tyrion knew that Lord Bracken must be in a very different mood at this moment.

Duke Hoster simply cannot bear such a long journey, not to mention that the road from Golden Teeth City to Casterly Rock City is mostly mountainous, and he is very aware of the ruggedness.

Tyrion glanced at the Lannister Red Lion Guard who had followed him from the Golden Tooth City behind him. This was the name he gave to this group of people.

When he arrived at Golden Tooth City, his brother James was not in the city. Instead, he personally led the scout cavalry to investigate the Riverlands army that retreated for more than ten miles before stopping.

Take the plunge!Tyrion was quite angry. His brother was good at everything but impulsive.It reminds me of the time when Jaime jumped on a cliff by the seaside of Casterly Rock, and was later punished by his dear Lord Tywin to confinement.

"Stop!" Earl Bracken roared angrily. He swung his horsewhip and hit the rocks on the roadside. "Duke Horst needs to stop drinking water!"

The advancing team slowly stopped in place. Tyrion rode a tall horse and walked side by side with Bronn.

"You underestimate this old duke," Bronn glanced at the movement on the carriage. "Obviously he can make it to Casterly Rock."

Tyrion looked at the carriage, his eyes actually full of worry, "Yeah, I hope so. Let's put an end to this war. Look at the weather. Why do I feel like it's getting colder and colder?"

"Only a mercenary like me who has been traveling among the Seven Kingdoms will feel the cold weather. Even a big man like you spends the winter in a warm pit, my Lord Tyrion," Bronn said.

"Yo! Yo!" Tyrion pouted and mocked, "The mercenaries who look down on Lord Lannister will not end well. I have been to the North and even peed on the top of the world at the Great Wall. I guarantee that, If you were at the Great Wall, you would definitely see my frozen urine."

A cough came from the carriage, and Tyrion couldn't help turning his horse's head and walked towards the carriage.

"How long?" Horst's hoarse voice, Tyrion hadn't seen his face yet.

"A few hours away, Lord." Tyrion hated Lord Bracken's voice.
"Okay, okay." Horst showed a corner of his head, then retracted it, and the curtain of the carriage was closed.

Lord Bracken sighed and turned to see Tyrion on horseback.

"Little devil, hum!" Earl Bracken walked past Tyrion in a hurry, obviously not wanting to talk to him.

Tyrion smiled helplessly, he was no longer able to complain about this hot-tempered Lord Earl.

Hoster in the curtain obviously spotted Tyrion. His hand stretched out the curtain and his voice came out, "Lord Tyrion Lannister." Weakly.

Tyrion quickly dismounted, hooked his hands on the horse's back, and jumped to the ground. His skill was so good that Bronn couldn't help but praise him.

"Duke Horst." Tyrion approached the carriage and held Horst's hand that seemed to be wrapped in dry leather.

"Arrived at Casterly Rock." Horst's words couldn't even cover the breeze in Tyrion's ears. He could only stay close to the curtain of the carriage.

"When we get to Casterly Rock, I hope that your wise brain," Horst said feebly, "can help the people of the Riverlands and Riverrun in terms of persuading peace."

Tyrion could barely hear clearly. Although he didn't think his father would adopt his "smart" opinions just because of his so-called "smart brain", he didn't want to hurt the old Duke at this time, so he said: "I promise "You, Lord Hoster, I will speak up for the Riverlands, this war started because of me," and because of that damn Catelyn Tully or Stark! , he thought to himself, "I should be the one to end it, Lord Hoster."

"The convoy sets off!" Earl Bracken's voice was extremely loud.

"That's good, I thank you, thank you." Horst's voice was covered by the sound of the advancing carriage. Tyrion stood there, watching Duke Horst's carriage slowly start, heading towards Casterly Rock City. Go ahead.

Bronn rode up to him and said, "I don't want to ask what you big people say. Do you want to eat another fruit?" He had an apple stuck on his dagger.

Tyrion shook his head, "I seem to have been kidnapped by the noble character in my heart again, damn it." He took the apple and was about to bite it, but suddenly paused, "Didn't your dagger touch anything else just now?"

Bronn stared at him, half-smiling.

"Okay," Tyrion chewed off a piece of fruit pulp, "My life is in your hands, Bronn, you have to seize the opportunity."

"At your service, Lord Lannister." Bronn behaved like a gentleman on horseback, which was quite decent.

In the streets and alleys of Casterly Rock, the red and gold lion flags symbolizing the Lannister family were fluttering, and countless riders spread out their ranks to create a grand welcoming scene.

Tywin stood at the front of the team on horseback, and Kevan stood on his right. They both set their sights in the distance, waiting for the Trout Flag to arrive.

The motorcade slowly appeared on the road. The flag of the scarlet war horse with a brown background was the first thing that caught Kevan's eyes. The cavalry of the Bracken family lined up at the front.

Then came the red and blue striped silver trout flag, and the exquisite carriage appeared in the field of vision of the two Lannister brothers. Although the appearance was exquisite and luxurious, you could see the mud and filth on it, and it had obviously been walked for a long time.

Tywin nodded, and the riders came forward one after another. Long ribbons and flags of various colors were floating in the air, and the scene was gorgeous and grand.

The carriage approached Tywin. Earl Bracken first bowed forward and showed courtesy to Tywin. Then he walked to the carriage with other entourage and opened the curtain.

Horst's figure came into Kevan's eyes. The dazzling white hair and the wrinkles carved by a knife were very eye-catching. Horst's whole body was supported on several people. His frail body did not have the majesty of the Duke at all.He looked at Tywin. Tywin's face was not touched at all. He just said calmly: "No need to trouble Duke Hoster. Just go to the city. We held a grand banquet." He just wanted to take a look at the trident. River Governor.

Tywin turned around and hurried away.

Kevan did not follow his brother, but stretched his neck to look for Tyrion in the crowd.

"Hey! Uncle!" Tyrion's voice came from his left ear, "I'm here, uncle!"

Kevan looked at Tyrion who was approaching on horseback, "Have you suffered these days?" he asked with concern.

"The one who suffers is Lord Hoster," Tyrion said nonchalantly. "A small person like me can suffer much less than tall guys like you."

"Hahahaha!" Kevan laughed out loud after hearing this, "Come into the city quickly and take a shower. I guess you haven't had a shower in a long time."

"Not only that, I haven't touched a woman for a long time. It's been really hard these days." Tyrion walked forward on horseback.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Hoster," Tywin said solemnly, following the etiquette of meeting nobles. "Although Tyrion is back, the war will not end."

Horst's whole body sank into the soft chair, his expression unchanged.

"The chief perpetrator of this conflict," Kevan appeared just in time, "is Catelyn Tully, your daughter."

Horst opened his mouth slightly, but his strength seemed not enough to speak, and only a hoarse hiss came from his throat.

Tywin took a deep breath. He was not surprised to see this situation, but it did not prevent him from wanting to end this negotiation quickly.

"I think you can receive treatment at Casterly Rock, Lord Hoster. The maesters at Casterly Rock are very skilled in medical treatment," Tywin said.

Horst was obviously unable to speak. He just bowed slightly and tried to get down from his chair.

Earl Bracken hugged Hoster, and the old Duke got off the soft chair, his body as light as a feather falling on a rock.

"He wants to kneel down and admit his mistake to you on behalf of his daughter, father." Tyrion had been silent until now. He looked at the dying old Duke before he spoke.

Tywin turned away, "You are a Duke, Lord Hoster, you don't have to be like this."

But Horst was already prostrate on the ground, prostrate in front of Tywin. If he pointed to the ground as a pond, he would be like a dying fish about to turn over and reveal its belly, without any struggle.

Tyrion's throat was slightly choked, and he didn't want to see this scene.

Tywin twitched his lips, and Kevan quickly stepped forward to support Hoster and said softly: "Lannister has seen your sincerity. I believe my brother will be shaken."

Tywin's voice sounded at this time, "Please let Duke Hoster stay temporarily and entertain you." He looked at the maester, "I have a maester here."

The bachelor nodded slightly. Not only did he have to take care of the kneeling old duke, he also wanted to write this scene in a history book and send it to the city. An extremely epic scene was truly presented in front of him.

After Horst and others left, Tywin looked at Tyrion coldly, "You brought this hot potato to Casterly Rock."

"Lord Hoster insists, father," Tyrion replied.

"The war will not end. If Lord Hoster had known this, he would not have come. It was his lack of judgment that led him to come here to apologize," Tywin said.

"Why won't it end?" Tyrion was a little puzzled. "The Tully family and the Starks are related by marriage. The current prime minister is Eddard Stark. Even if dear King Robert continues to live in debauchery, sooner or later he will be able to Come out and mediate.”

"The situation in King's Landing will change sooner or later, Tyrion, you don't have to worry about it," Kevan said.

Tyrion leaned back on the soft chair, "What are you planning that I don't know about?"

"Follow guest etiquette and send this miserable Duke out of the city. Let him die in the Riverlands and in his hometown. I have already asked Jaime to send troops, and the situation will not change." Tywin said.

Kevan saw that Tyrion was about to speak, so he held down his arm, "Your father was the greatest mercy by not taking Hoster as a hostage, Tyrion."

Tyrion shook his head. He recalled the scene of Hoster kneeling. "Duke Hoster sincerely asks for peace. He still has the people of the valley to drive away. As a duke, he..." Tyrion pointed at Hoth just now. On the ground where he was kneeling on his knees, "He is..."

"It is not something a duke should do that brings shame to the dignity of his family. A Lannister should be ashamed of it." Tywin stood up and strode out of the main hall, leaving only these words.

(End of this chapter)