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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 2, 2020 21:32:01 GMT -5
"To hate is easy. To understand and to forgive is perhaps the challenge of our times."
Edmure listened carefully to the words of Jaime
"We've grown under the shadow of these powerful and terrible men, you and I, and everyone in our generation. Aerys, Robert, Jon Arryn, my father, your father. All men who lived and died by the sword. Why wouldn't we then be so eager to charge into any stupid war? To follow our parent's footsteps? But look where that has taken us: Rob Stark is dead, the lands I was supposed to rule over and protect have been pillaged and raped and burnt for long that they've become one big scar. You've lost your hand, your child, and your Queen. I cannot even weep, you know? I haven't been able to cry ever since the Red Wedding. I am so numb that I cannot mourn properly for my father, my sister, and my wife. Even that has been taken from me.
He wondered if Jaime could actually weep or if they shared the mutilation of their emotions.
"I cannot judge you, Kingslayer. But I won't allow Stannis to burn you. I shan't become that man."
Tully's eyes avoided Jaime's
"Tomorrow night the door of your cell will be left unlocked. If you are quick, you'll be able to put some distance between you and this castle by the time they find out that you've escaped. I give this chance and I truly hope you don't squander it."
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Post by pontifex on Jul 2, 2020 21:47:25 GMT -5
Jaime left another long pause to hang in the air. "I shed some tears, but I will not allow myself more. I fear if I begin I may never stop. I often think my life is forfeit, and perhaps it is. Cersei is dead, Tommen likely dead, and Joffery? I was content to blame him on Robert. Myrcella is all I have left, and I have never been a father to her. I am not even sure I should try now." A tear or two did fall from Jaime's eyes. Whether Edmure would notice them or not in the deep dark of the hour of the wolf he did not know. At the last words Edmure uttered, Jaime looked up, nonplussed. "I..." He stuttered "If a trusty mount was left tethered a hundred or so yards to the south, it would be well taken care of."
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Post by Pinkerton on Jul 3, 2020 7:32:16 GMT -5
"I'll see to it."
Edmure then walked to the balcony and observed his lands while Jaime was escorted back to his cell.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 3, 2020 11:46:48 GMT -5
Word comes from the King, who is making his encampment at Harrenhal. He requests the return of Edmure and his soldiers to his presence.
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Post by pontifex on Jul 4, 2020 8:43:40 GMT -5
Later, at the appointed hour, Jaime makes his move. He found his cell door unlocked indeed, and proceeded as he had previously when Brienne and Catelyn herself had aided in his first escape.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 29, 2020 9:04:28 GMT -5
A raven flies to Riverrun, bearing the message that Ser Brynden Tully has been named as Castellan of Harrenhal until a successor to the vacant title has been decided.
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Post by pontifex on Aug 6, 2020 16:53:16 GMT -5
Ser Brienne of Tarth arrives at Riverrun with her Squire Podrick, seeking out Edmure Tully
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Post by Pinkerton on Aug 6, 2020 20:44:03 GMT -5
Ser Brienne of Tarth arrives at Riverrun with her Squire Podrick, seeking out Edmure Tully The knight is lucky to find that Edmure is actually in Riverrun, taking care of some domestic affairs before departing for the capital once more. She is lead to the solar where Lord Tully conducts his business. "Have I heard right? Are you a knight now, Lady Brienne?" The young lord enquires curiously.
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Post by pontifex on Aug 7, 2020 15:52:51 GMT -5
"By your own bannerman, my Lord, and sworn to the service of your niece." She replied in a stern tone, setting her jaw. She was ready to defend herself against some cruel jape he might make of it. "And ready to defend my honor against any man that might think it a jest."
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Post by Pinkerton on Aug 7, 2020 21:57:11 GMT -5
"By your own bannerman, my Lord, and sworn to the service of your niece." She replied in a stern tone, setting her jaw. She was ready to defend herself against some cruel jape he might make of it. "And ready to defend my honor against any man that might think it a jest." My own bannerman? Edmure wondered what she meant but it didn't seem to be important enough for him to ask her "I am sure you'll have plenty of chances to defend your honor against plenty of men." Tully says "But not today, Ser Brienne. What brings you to Riverrun?"
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Post by pontifex on Aug 8, 2020 15:20:43 GMT -5
Brienne was put more at her ease, to the extent that was even possible. "I am sent by Lady Sansa to entreat with you to grant her the keep of Harrenhall." She said matter of factly. She determined it would be better to wait for a yes or no instead of arguing the case.
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Post by Pinkerton on Aug 8, 2020 23:32:04 GMT -5
Brienne was put more at her ease, to the extent that was even possible. "I am sent by Lady Sansa to entreat with you to grant her the keep of Harrenhall." She said matter of factly. She determined it would be better to wait for a yes or no instead of arguing the case. Edmure stood up, grabbed an opened letter and handed it to Brienne "Ser Brienne, I am afraid the King has already named the Blackfish as Castellan of Harrehal."
He seated again and pondered for a second "I wouldn't be against naming Sansa Lady of Harrenhal, but I wish not to create a conflict with Stannis. Besides, I am a bit wary about what the succession of the Vale would look like if Sansa and Lord Harrold's future son or daughter would also be the heir of Harrenhal. You can see how that would dimish my position in the Riverlands, no?"Tully presented the conundrum to the Knight. "If those two matters were dealt with, well, I could grant Harrenhal to your lady. But I have too much on my plate to deal with it personally right now. Tell my niece that if she handles those two things, she can have the keep."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Aug 8, 2020 23:38:00 GMT -5
Denys Strong returned to Riverrun with Lord Tully, taking up the post as the lord's captain of the household guard. This certainly didn't make many of the knights happy, but the male's reputation as a sellsword kept the opposition... quiet at least. Denys walked through the halls, opening doors and then closing as he did some checking about. He paused at the sight of a rather hearty looking maid.
Riverland lasses at least are pretty.
He grins through his beard before continuing to walk down the hall.
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Post by pontifex on Aug 12, 2020 19:03:14 GMT -5
Brienne was mentally taken back, but refused to manifest it in any way. She was no great genius, it would have been better if someone had challenged her about Lady Sansa's rights but...perhaps this could serve. "The Blackfish may be Castellan until My Lady Sansa presents herself to rule directly. This seems the best and most desirable outcome: the Blackfish is not the Lord of Harrenhall at the end of the day - Lady Sansa should be. I do not see why you should suspect your own neice who liberated your lands as a power leveled against you."
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Post by Pinkerton on Aug 14, 2020 13:51:18 GMT -5
Brienne was mentally taken back, but refused to manifest it in any way. She was no great genius, it would have been better if someone had challenged her about Lady Sansa's rights but...perhaps this could serve. "The Blackfish may be Castellan until My Lady Sansa presents herself to rule directly. This seems the best and most desirable outcome: the Blackfish is not the Lord of Harrenhall at the end of the day - Lady Sansa should be. I do not see why you should suspect your own neice who liberated your lands as a power leveled against you."
Edmure said nonchalantly but making his point clear "This is not a negotiation, Ser Brienne. If Lady Sansa can get royal permission and signs a writ stating that whomever inherits Harrenhal from her won't hold another title, she can have the castle."
The Lord of Riverrun rose from his seat. "Now, I have to leave for the Capital. Good luck, Ser Tarth."
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