A night, a day, and most of a night after the Eunuch’s unlamented, and duly deserved (couldn’t someone else have carried out the sentence?), demise, still no secret entrances into King’s Landing had been discovered. Unfortunately, the main task assigned the Blackfish had not gone so swimmingly. His gooduncle had a brain to go along with his balls of steel, and knew how to take initiative. In fact the river galley they were riding in tonight had been one of many confiscated in that very action.
Kindly discover one, Ser,” and broadly interpreted it to include securing the opposite side of the Blackwater Rush as well. The Targaryens built secret tunnels and entrances to the Red Keep. The Blackfish has taken Sean’s command from six days earlier “ Find a few more likely trout and scout out along the edges of the Blackwater, both the Bay and the Rush. “And it’s not as if there are any boats left over there if you’re worried we might be attacked that way.” “But I’ve a hundred men on the far shore keeping their eyes and ears open for any signal betraying us,” the knight continued. Not that he’d have an easy time convincing Ser Brynden of that thanks to how the Green Fork ended and more recently his less than charitable public manhandling of not Aidan.
Besides, the less he had to rely on that untrustworthy fuck head Roose the better the last thing his ‘modern’ sensibilities wanted was to unleash a terror of torture on this pitiful world. The contempt the old knight put in his voice was telling to the actor Not Ned and his honor were still on probation as far as the wily, but duty bound ebony trout was concerned.
Not unless you’d like Lord Bolton to put a few of the smallfolks over there under his knife.” When his nerves settled a bit, he asked softly, “Are you certain our scouts have swept the far shore of Lannister spies?”īrynden Tully released a low pitched but stinging retort. Not Ned’s toothy grin shown through the gloom, as his gooduncle’s pronouncement reminded the actor of a Chelsea bar he’d once accidentally walked into. “Two toms fighting over a queen in heat,” the Blackfish whispered unconcernedly.
So when an eerie screech suddenly arose from the south bank of the river, it quickly drew the actor’s jumpy attention. And while darkness and the ill training of most of the gold cloaks manning the artillery reduced the odds of being struck to near nothing, Sean was nevertheless a strong proponent of the maxim ‘better safe than sorry’ with anything to do with fucked up Westeros. To be discovered on this furtive trip, which had started three miles above King’s Landing, past the Tourney Grounds, likely meant a fusillade from the catapults and trebuchets atop the portions of the city wall facing the Rush. The rowlocks were wrapped in scraps of canvas to muffle any squeaks from the oars. No lanterns hung at the stern or bow, with the half moon and the red comet being the only sources of light illuminating the boat, and the forty men within it, between breaks in the clouds. The oars dipped at a slow, rhythmic pace through the murky waters of the Blackwater Rush, just enough to keep the small galley oriented in the middle of the river as the current and outgoing tide did most of the work propelling the craft through the night.