Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King - Chapter 169

  Chapter 169 Dragon Egg

   “What? Gather in Black Harbor City?”

  Samwell had just settled down with his soldiers when he received a new order.

   “Yes, the king ordered that tomorrow morning, go to Black Harbor City to assemble.” After the herald repeated it once, he turned and left.

   “Black Harbor City is obviously a more sensible choice.” Todd Flower commented, “This place is almost becoming an open-air toilet.”

  That’s true, but Samwell still wants to dig dragon eggs.

   “Okay, rest early today, and leave early tomorrow morning.” Samwell ordered, and then secretly decided to go to the ruins of Midsummer Hall tonight.

   After a hasty dinner, it was already dark.

  Samwell sent away his clingy brother and walked alone to the ruins of Midsummer Hall.

  Tonight the starry sky is dim, the air is unbearably hot, and it feels like it is going to rain.

The summer palace of the Targaryen family was built by the lake, backed by the hills, and it was originally a place with excellent scenery. Unfortunately, after a fire, there were only charred ruins left, and because it was close to the lake, the stench was overwhelming. Said it was a human, and Samwell didn’t even see a wild animal along the way.

  However, just as he was about to start searching in the ruins, he suddenly heard a cough.

“who?”

   “Barristan Selmy.” An old voice came from the shadows, “Which lord are you?”

   “Samwell Caesar.” Samwell didn’t expect to meet the captain of the Kingsguard, but he could only talk to him patiently.

  Barristan took a few steps closer, recognized the young tournament champion, and said with a smile:

   “Lord Caesar, you can’t sleep either?”

   “Yes.” Samwell looked at the oldest white knight and couldn’t help asking, “Lord Barristan, were you there when the tragedy at Midsummer Hall happened?”

“No. I’m not here.” Barristan’s eyes flashed with sadness, “I’m actually a knight who was handbooked by King Aegon V, but I joined the Kingsguard after the fire at Summerhall. The white robe that Rees II put on me. I can’t help but think that if I were here back then, I might be able to save the king who enshrined me.”

   “Then do you know how the fire got out of control?” Samwell tentatively asked, “I’ve heard a lot of conspiracies.”

“Aegon V is indeed always surrounded by conspiracies. This so-called ‘King Who Shouldn’t Be King’ is too kind and too willful. He married his beloved woman and allowed his sons to fall in love freely. As a result, many great nobles were angered, and enmity and betrayal ensued. Everything finally came to an end in the fire of Midsummer Hall.”

  Barristan’s words were very vague. Samwell didn’t know whether the other party deliberately didn’t want to reveal the king’s secret, or he himself didn’t know the details.

   “So, are you here today to commemorate Aegon V?”

“Yes, but maybe it’s more about remembering Prince Rhaegar. He was born in this fire, and he always likes to come here. Every time he comes, he will bring a harp, under the stars and the moon , in the midst of the ruins, playing the music I composed, lamenting the dawn, tears and the dead king…”

  Samwell found that this seemingly serious captain of the Kingsguard was actually so talkative, and the chatterbox tended to be a bit out of touch once he opened it.

   “By the way, Lord Caesar.” Barristan suddenly remembered something and asked, “I heard that you found Miss Ashara of the Dane family from the Crimson Mountains?”

   “Yes.” Samwell also remembered, isn’t Ashara the goddess that the white knight secretly admires, “Do you know Miss Ashara?”

“I know.” The old knight was a little shy, “I met her at the tournament held by Earl He’an at Harrenhal near God’s Eye Lake. She was the female companion of Princess Elia of Dorne. , I still remember her purple eyes…”

  Samwell showed a gossip smile: “Then did you invite her to dance?”

  Barristan laughed, shook his head and said:

“I am the White Knight of the Kingsguard. I have sworn never to marry, so why bother myself. But if I did it again, I would try my best to win the joust, which will symbolize the ‘Queen of Love and Beauty’. Give the wreath and laurel crown to Miss Ashara. Perhaps in this way, the series of tragedies that follow will not happen.”

  Yes, if Prince Rhaegar hadn’t won the championship in that tournament, he wouldn’t have given the wreath and laurel crown to Robert’s fiancée, and the subsequent war of snatchers might not have happened either.

   “You can come to Starfall City if you have time. Miss Ashara is there now, and she has a lovely daughter named Natalie.” Samwell issued an invitation.

   “I heard that the girl is now the Earl of Starfall City.” Barristan glanced at Samwell, “Thanks to your help.”

“It was just a little help.” Samwell said modestly, and then tried to find out more secrets from the talkative old man, “By the way, Lord Barristan, do you know why Miss Ashara danced back then? Did the sea kill itself?”

   “Because she couldn’t accept the news that her brother, ‘Dawn Sword’ Sir Arthur Dayne, died in battle.”

  Samwell shrugged: “I’ve heard people say this reason too, but I always feel it’s a bit far-fetched. My brother died in battle, but no matter how sad my sister is, she shouldn’t jump into the sea.”

Barristan was silent for a while, before he said: “That year in Harrenhal, a northerner tarnished Miss Ashara’s reputation, and later I heard that she gave birth to a baby girl. I think it may also be related to this. .”

In fact, Samwell has heard this statement, and he also guessed that the northerner in Barristan’s mouth should be one of Duke Eddard Stark and his brother Brandon Stark. So Brandon, an honest man like Duke Ed should not be able to do such a thing.

  But at this moment, he suddenly had an idea, and asked, “Lord Barristan, where did you hear that Miss Ashara gave birth to a baby girl?”

   “From Princess Elia’s maid.”

  So it’s just hearsay.

  Samwell’s eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought, could the baby girl survive?

  If this is the case, then there is a reasonable explanation for Ashara’s suicide by jumping into the sea, not only because of her brother’s death in battle, but also the grief of her lover being killed, and the unresolved worries about her daughter’s identity.

  Ashaara should have planned to conceal the baby girl before declaring that it was a stillbirth. She would legalize her daughter’s identity when she finds a successor in the future—most likely an honest man like Ed Stark.

   Unfortunately, her hopes were dashed.

  After Brandon Stark was killed by the “Mad King”, Ed Stark had to replace his brother to complete the marriage with the Tully family, so it was naturally impossible to take over.

  Under all kinds of blows, Ashara might be disheartened. At the same time, in order not to damage the family’s reputation, she committed suicide by jumping into the sea.

  However, Samwell thought of another possibility—

  Will Ashara’s jump into the sea be just a smoke bomb?

  Will she take her illegitimate daughter and hide in the Crimson Mountains?

  The Panxia was replaced by a Savage?

  Thinking about it carefully, it is really possible.

  Because Natalie doesn’t seem to have inherited any savage appearance characteristics at all.

  The savages in the Crimson Mountains are generally short in stature and dark-skinned, while Natalie is tall and fair-skinned, with the purple pupils of the Dane family and the dark brown hair of the Stark family.

   Moreover, Ashara converted to the old gods – this is the belief of the people in the north.

  Although it might be because the Wandering Crow Tribe believes in the old gods, it is also possible that she wants to use this to remember her dead lover.

  The more Samwell thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was very high.

  If this is the case, then Natalie’s age will be two or three years older than what was claimed.

  It turns out that the little girl is already an adult, why is she still so stupid.

“Lord Caesar.” Barristan hesitated for a long time, and finally summoned up the courage to say, “Please help me send greetings to Miss Ashara, and tell her that there is still a knight watching for her, and please don’t let me go. It’s easy to think of committing suicide.”

   “Okay, I will convey it for you.”

  Barristan thanked again, then turned and left the ruins.

  Samwell watched the other party’s figure disappear into the darkness, and then he regained his composure, threw away those messy thoughts, and returned to his original plan.

  The ruins are quite large, and it is impossible for him to dig them all by himself.

   Fortunately, Samwell already has a solution. In the secret passage of the Red Castle in King’s Landing, he discovered that the giant sword [Dawn] would react when it was close to the keel.

  So, when [Dawn] approaches the dragon egg, will there be a similar reaction?

  With this conjecture, Samwell slowly pulled out the giant sword behind his back, letting the milky white blade emit a subtle flame.

  Afterwards, he pressed the giant sword to the ground, walked back and forth among the ruins, and carefully observed the changes in the fire on the sword.

   There were muffled thunder in the sky, and it seemed that it was really going to rain.

  Samwell endured the stench that filled the air, and searched every piece of ruins without distraction.

  As time goes by, the light is getting darker and darker. The dark sky seems to be splashed with black ink, and even the starlight cannot pass through.

  Samwell searched almost every corner of the ruins, but still found nothing.

   Is this method useless?

   Or has the dragon egg been poached?

  However, it is indeed possible that it has been poached away. After all, Aegon V did not deliberately keep it secret when he brought the dragon egg, and there were many survivors in the fire.

   But you have to leave one for me.

  Samwell continued to search without giving up.

  Boom—

  A sound of thunder exploded in my ears, but Samwell’s eyes lit up.

  Because there was a slight change in the fire light on the sword just now.

   Overjoyed, Samwell also ignored the raindrops falling from the sky, and immediately began to clean up the gravel and clods under his feet.

  Boom!

  The thunder is getting louder and louder, and the night rain is getting bigger and bigger.

  Samwell’s mood became more and more excited.

  Because as he continued to dig under the ruins, the flame of the giant sword [Dawn] in his hand became brighter and brighter!

   There are really dragon eggs!

  Boom, boom, boom!

  Amidst a series of thunderclaps, frantic silver snakes crawled all over the pitch-black sky.

  Under the electric light, among the ruins of Midsummer Hall, Samwell held an oval “stone” in his hands and laughed loudly.

   The surface of the “stone” was as pale as snow, covered with fine and sharp spiral scales, holding it in his hand, Samwell could actually feel its temperature!

  It seems that there is an ancient life that has been sleeping for a long time, waiting for someone to wake it up.

  Dragon eggs!

   This is the dragon egg!

  (end of this chapter)