Day 580
JON（二）
Jon said, “Your Grace, the leader of the free folk has agreed to my terms.”
Queen Sely gave the tiniest of nods. “It was ever my lord husband’s wish to grant sanctuary to the savage peoples. So long as they keep the king’s peace and the king’s laws,they are welcome in our realm.” She purd her lips. “I am told they have more giants with them.”
油泼豆腐皮Val answered. “Almost two hundred of them, Your Grace. And more than eighty mammoths.”
The queen shuddered. “Dreadful creatures.” Jon could not tell if she was speaking of the mammoths or the giants. “Though such beasts might be uful to my lord husband in his battles.”
“That may be, Your Grace,” Jon said, “but the mammoths are too big to pass through our gate.”
“Cannot the gate be widened?”
“That … that would be unwi, I think.”
Sely sniffed. “If you say so. No doubt you know about such things. Where do you mean to ttle the wildlings? Surely Mole’s Town is not large enough to contain … how many are they?”
“Four thousand, Your Grace. They will help us garrison our abandoned castles, the better to defend the Wall.”
“I had been given to understand that tho castles were ruins. Dismal places, bleak and cold, hardly more than heaps of rubble. At Eastwatch we heard talk of rats and spiders.”
The cold will have killed the spiders by now, thought Jon, and the rats may be a uful source of meat come winter. “All true, Your Grace … but even ruins offer some shelter. And the Wall will stand between them and the Others.”
“I e you have considered all this carefully, Lord Snow. I am sure King Stannis will be plead when he returns triumphant from his battle.”
Assuming he returns at all. “Of cour,” the queen went on, “the wildlings must first acknowledge Stannis as their king and R’hllor as their god.”
And here we are, face-to-face in the narrow passage. “Your Grace, forgive me. Tho were not the t策划案模板
erms that we agreed to.”
The queen’s face hardened. “A grievous oversight.” What faint traces of warmth her voice had held vanished all at once.
立春吃什么传统食物“Free folk do not kneel,” Val told her. “Then they must be knelt,” the queen declared. “Do that, Your Grace, and we will ri again at the first chance,” Val promid. “Ri with blades in hand.”
大草乌The queen’s lips tightened,and her chin gave a small quiver. “You are insolent. I suppo that is only to be expected of a wildling. We must find you a husband who can teach you courtesy.” The queen turned her glare on Jon. “I do not approve, Lord Commander. Nor will my lord husband. I cannot prevent you from opening your gate, as we both know full well, but I promi you that you shall answer for it when the king returns from battle. Mayhaps you might want to reconsider.”
“Your Grace.” Jon knelt again. This time Val did not join him. “I am sorry my actions have displead you. I did as I thought best. Do I have your leave to go?”
“You do. At once.”
Once outside and well away from the queen’s men, Val gave vent to her wroth. “You lied about her b
eard. That one has more hair on her chin than I have between my legs. And the daughter … her face …”
“Greyscale.”
“The grey death is what we call it.”
“It is not always mortal in children.”
“North of the Wall it is. Hemlock is a sure cure, but a pillow or a blade will work as well. If I had given birth to that poor child, I would have given her the gift of mercy long ago.”
This was a Val that Jon had never en before. “Princess Shireen is the queen’s only child.”
“I pity both of them. The child is not clean.”
“If Stannis wins his war, Shireen will stand as heir to the Iron Throne.”
拔罐出血“Then I pity your Seven Kingdoms.”
“The maesters say greyscale is not—”测试流程
“The maesters may believe what they wish. Ask a woods witch if you would know the truth. The grey death sleeps, only to wake again. The child is not clean!”
“She ems a sweet girl. You cannot know—”
“I can. You know nothing, Jon Snow.” Val ized his arm. “I want the monster out of there. Him and his wet nurs. You cannot leave them in that same tower as the dead girl.”
Jon shook her hand away. “She is not dead.” “She is. Her mother cannot e it. No r you, it ems. Yet death is there.” She walked away from him, stopped, turned back. “I brought you Tormund Giantsbane. Bring me my monster.”观书
有啊开店“If I can, I will.”
“Do. You owe me a debt, Jon Snow.”
Jon watched her stride away. She is wrong. She must be wrong. Greyscale is not so
