The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Varys stood before Julie, this time without even his clothes, as if completely exposed.

Julie turned to the history teacher and said, "Teacher, I'll donate three more golden dragons to the children."

Julie raised her hand, and three golden dragons flew into the history teacher's arms.

Her strength and accuracy were that of a true warrior!

The history teacher was also the head of the orphanage, in charge of the little birds' finances, and accepted donations from the outside world.

The history teacher quickly thanked her, "Thank you, Miss Julie, I will write your name in the donation book."

Julie remained noncommittal, looking at the dazed Varys: "Lord Varys, at tomorrow's Small Council meeting, could you say a few words praising the Mountain?"

"...Uh...as you wish...Miss!"

"Milk causing illness and death has already happened in the Riverlands, and children in the Crownlands have also died from milk. There are even more in Flea Bottom in King's Landing. The lives of poor children and old people are worthless, sometimes not even worth a copper star. They are always the first to test poison. But our esteemed Lady Jeyne, blessed by the Seven, with the wisdom of the Crone (the Crone is the god of wisdom among the Seven), has discovered a way to turn diseased milk into healthy milk. Could you mention this to the King and the Hand at tomorrow's meeting? Our Lady hopes that the people of the Crownlands and King's Landing can drink healthy milk."

"Very willing, Miss."

"Thank you, Lord Varys. It seems my father's judgment was correct. He said you would be willing to help. Oh, right, my father is the Mountain."

Julie left.

For a long time, Varys remained motionless, as if his soul had been taken away by Julie.

Four teachers walked to Varys' side, their eyes filled with concern.

Varys' face was very pale, like a very weak person recovering from a serious illness.

"Take good care of yourselves, I should go back." Varys realized that all his plans had suddenly become pale and weak. His plan to come here had also become a bubble, and with Julie's light prick, the bubble burst.

The four teachers watched Varys leave with faltering steps, their faces showing surprise and suspicion, looking at each other, completely unaware of which three names Julie had said to Varys, that would cause Lord Varys to be so distraught, as if he were a completely defeated general.

"Lord Varys, at tomorrow's Small Council meeting, could you say a few words praising the Mountain?"

"As you wish, Miss!"

In Varys' ears, Julie's words and his own words were still echoing loudly.

"Our esteemed Lady Jeyne, blessed by the Seven, with the wisdom of the Crone, has discovered a way to turn diseased milk into healthy milk. Could you mention this to the King and the Hand at tomorrow's meeting? Our Lady hopes that the people of the Crownlands and King's Landing can drink healthy milk."

"Very willing, Miss."

*

The next day, the Small Council meeting.

Hand of the King Eddard Stark discovered that King Robert had also arrived, even earlier than he had.

Grand Maester Pycelle, Master of Coin Petyr Baelish, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Barristan Selmy, Master of Laws Lord Renly Baratheon, Master of Whisperers Varys—the atmosphere in the meeting room was unusual.

These people had arrived before Hand Eddard, as if they had discussed it and were only hiding it from Eddard.

*

But in fact, it wasn't that everyone had conspired to come to the meeting early, but that Eddard had previously met a black-clothed man from the Wall, Yoren, who had come to King's Landing to recruit soldiers. He told the Hand that Catelyn Stark had captured Tyrion Lannister at the crossroads inn in the Riverlands.

Yoren warned the Hand to be careful, there were many Lannister people in King's Landing, and the Westerlands villain the Mountain had not left King's Landing either, Hand Eddard should be more careful.

This reminded Eddard of the Mountain's warning to him: Let go, winter is coming, the White Walkers are coming. But Recruiting Officer Yoren clearly stated that he had not heard of the White Walkers coming.

Eddard asked about the patrol of Will, Gared, and Ser Waymar Royce. The Mountain's statement about Gared and Waymar's disappearance matched what Yoren said. Eddard's brother Benjen Stark had already set off to find Gared and Waymar in the haunted forest.

*

Hand Eddard sat down in the seat on the King's right, nodding apologetically to everyone.

King Robert looked at Varys, and Varys cleared his throat.

Eddard looked at Varys, the Master of Whisperers who had disguised himself and entered the Tower of the Hand last night looked like he hadn't slept all night, his spirit was very bad, and his face was also very pale. A bit like a patient who had lost too much blood.

Eddard clearly remembered that Lord Varys' mood was not as weak as it was today last night.

This eight-legged spider scolded the King as a stupid donkey in front of the Hand last night, how come he looks more like a stupid donkey today.

"Your Majesty, Lord Hand, across the Narrow Sea, Viserys Targaryen, the second son of the Mad King Aerys Targaryen, has married his sister Daenerys Targaryen to Drogo, a Dothraki Khal. The unfortunate news is that the whore is pregnant with Drogo's child. Drogo has the most valiant 40,000 cavalrymen on the plains, and has never been defeated since leading the army. The bloodline of the Targaryen family has been best protected. That child will be born, grow up, and under the tutelage of his mother and uncle, know that his maternal grandfather was King Aerys Targaryen of Westeros."

"That whore is pregnant!" The King slammed his fist heavily on the council table, the sound like thunder, "Ned, I warned you about this a long time ago, remember? I said it when we were still in the barrows in the North, but you wouldn't listen. Well, now you listen to me clearly: I want them dead, mother and child together, plus that idiot Viserys. Am I clear enough? I want them all dead. A man with courage, a sharp knife."

Eddard's nickname was Ned, and only the closest people would call him that: such as his wife Catelyn, the old nurse of Winterfell, and his foster father Jon Arryn and King Robert.

Eddard said coldly: "Your Majesty, do you want to murder a fourteen-year-old child who is pregnant and a baby still in the womb? This is not honorable, and if you really do this, you will be infamous for ten thousand years."

"To hell with your dogshit honor, Ned, I'm not so blind that I can't see the shadow of the axe hanging over my neck. I want them mother and child dead, and Viserys, that's my order, no one is allowed to refute it!" Robert shouted, glaring at his most trusted Hand.

"There is no axe at all," Ned told his king as steady as a mountain: "Only sixteen-year-old old things, and now unfounded rumors..."

"Unfounded rumors?" Varys rubbed his perfumed hands together, "Lord Hand, would I fabricate false news to deceive the King? My news comes from Ser Jorah Mormont. Lord Hand, Jorah is the one you personally exiled across the Narrow Sea, and he is very eager to get His Majesty's pardon!"

Ned looked coldly at the eunuch. "Lord, your news comes from a traitor thousands of miles away, perhaps the news is not reliable. Mormont is a Northern vassal who has lost his honor, a criminal who has broken the law."

Varys gave a fake smile: "Lord Hand, there is absolutely no mistake about the princess's pregnancy."

"Even if it's correct, we don't need to be afraid. The girl may miscarry, she may give birth to a daughter, and the child may die young. There are many things that can cause a child to die young. Even if the child is born smoothly, is a boy, and grows up smoothly, the Narrow Sea is in the middle, and the Dothraki regard seawater as poisonous water and never get on a boat in their lives. Your Majesty, Lords, do we need to be afraid? Even if that child really brings troops over in the future, we have the ability to drive them all into the sea."

The King took a heavy gulp of wine, as if the wine had a grudge against him, and glared at Ned. "Your meaning is to let me do nothing and just wait for the dragon's spawn to land with troops, is that right?"

"Robert, when did you start being afraid of even a baby in the womb?"

"Seven hells!" King Robert slammed his fist heavily on the table, he stood up abruptly, looked around the council table, his voice like thunder, "What, are you all mute? Someone come and reason with this frozen fool. Northerners are really a rare stubborn donkey, I really regret letting you be my Hand. Damn it!"

Duke Renly looked stern. Every time Robert got angry, Duke Renly knew to restrain his smile and put on the serious face of a Master of Laws: "For me, this matter is very simple. Viserys and his sister should have been killed long ago."

"Lord Renly!" Ned replied, "Sixteen years ago, we fought Rhaegar's army on the Trident River. Today, Ser Barristan, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, single-handedly cut down more than a dozen of our excellent warriors, some of whom were Robert's best friends, and some of whom were my best friends. When Barristan was captured and brought before us, he was already covered in wounds and his eyes were about to die. My vassal Roose Bolton wanted to cut his throat, but Robert said, 'I will not kill a man for being loyal and fighting bravely.' Robert did not kill Barristan, he sent people to heal Barristan's wounds and save his life." He gave the King a cold but meaningful look, "If the Robert who is here today was still that Robert, that would be great. No matter what your opinions are, I oppose the murder of Daenerys. Even if you make a decision, I am the Hand of the King, don't even think about getting me to stamp it."

"Seven hells, Ned, I want to kill all the Targaryens, not kill a pregnant woman and a baby. What I want to kill is called Targaryen!" The King roared.

"Your Majesty, even the brave and invincible Prince Rhaegar could not scare you at all in the past, but look at you now, you now have no knightly honor, nor do you have the courage and胆量."

Robert's face turned purple. "Ned, you damn Northerner, do you really want to oppose me?" He reached out and picked up the wine jug beside his elbow, but found it was empty, so he slammed it to the ground, with a loud bang, "Then get out! Lord Stark of Winterfell, what the hell are you doing here? I have already made a decision, but you dare not execute my orders. Then get out, hurry back to Winterfell. Don't ever let me see your stinky face again in this lifetime, otherwise...otherwise I swear I will cut off your head and hang it on a spear. Get out! Get out of here!"

Eddard stood up, looked around at the members of the Small Council, he didn't say another word, took off the Hand of the King badge on his chest, and threw it in front of Robert with a snap. He pulled open the chair and strode out.

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