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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2009 8:31:24 GMT -5
The vast dungeons of Harrenhal. They have seen many visitors in their time.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2009 11:30:55 GMT -5
Aaron Royce is kept separated from all other men, and his shackled hand, foot and throat to the wall.
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Post by Sam on Oct 16, 2009 11:54:58 GMT -5
Aaron whistles a queit tune to himself, despite the discomfort of having his throat and limbs all chained to a wall.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2009 12:00:50 GMT -5
After a short while, the steel door is opened, and Talyn Thatcher enters. Guards wait outside, the door is sealed behind him.
"Aaron Royce," Talyn said, "You fought well at the trident. I thought placing yourself in the rearguard was particularly valiant. It was a shame that your men chose to turn and fight, instead of taking the opportunity your chivalry brought them." There is no trace of irony or sarcasm if Talyn's voice.
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Post by Sam on Oct 16, 2009 12:02:43 GMT -5
Aaron stopped whistling and looked up at Thatcher. "I agree. Lord Corbray is a fantastic sword, but he's never been particularly smart," he said seriously. The Lord of the Vale shifted slightly in his chains, using the shackles to scratch an itch on the side of his neck.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2009 12:05:16 GMT -5
"My men are taking pledges from your knights as we speak. If they are willing to fight no more against the Crown I intend to release them. I'm assuming that the flower of Royce knighthood will be as honorable as it was in the days of Roland Royce and Rhodri Arryn? That's not a poor hope is it?"
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Post by Sam on Oct 16, 2009 12:07:11 GMT -5
"They will honor their word. I would not order them to forsake a sworn oath," he added.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2009 12:13:07 GMT -5
Talyn smiled, "That's good. I am of a mind, that men should not be punished for following the orders of their liege. As for the man who ultimately bears responsibility, he must, of course, be punished. You understand that the wages of treason are death, Lord Royce, and I am confident that you will die well, at least."
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Post by Sam on Oct 16, 2009 12:20:22 GMT -5
"A trial is generally held, to determine whether a nobleman is guilty of treason," Aaron replied dryly. "Summary execution is what got us into this whole mess, if I remember correctly."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2009 12:23:35 GMT -5
"Murder, got us into this mess, Lord Royce. Lilyanna Targaryen burned for it, like the traitor and murderess she was. You have raised arms against the Queen's own men, Lord Royce. You were captured on the battlefield. There is no doubt as to your involvement. No more proof of treason is necessary, as you well know."
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Post by Sam on Oct 16, 2009 12:33:38 GMT -5
Aaron shrugged. "I hope you live long enough to savor your victory."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2009 12:39:53 GMT -5
Talyn shrugged as if he took no real pleasure from victory, "Mayhap I will, or mayhap I won't. It doesn't change anything in any case. Is there anything you'd care to add or resolve? Letters to wife or relatives? I'd be willing to send anything that is of a personal nature. Obviously incitements to treason or the like wouldn't be passed along, but personal correspondence would be alright."
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Post by Sam on Oct 16, 2009 12:47:16 GMT -5
"I think you know as well as I that my wife's throat was cut by one of your cronies, and my children likely killed as well," Aaron said with fire in his eyes. "My brother is in a cell in the capital and gods know what has become of my sisters."
"Did your queen get a dragon out of my father's death?" Aaron asked, changing the subject suddenly. "Trant implied that's why the princess killed him."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2009 12:50:13 GMT -5
Talyn raised an eyebrow, "I had not heard for Horn Hill falling to Lord Tully. She should have surrendered the keep to Tully, not fought. If you do not wish to send a letter to anyone, and if you have nothing further, than I'll depart. If you'd like, I'd be willing to summon our septon to pray with you in your final hours."
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Post by Tallahar on Oct 16, 2009 15:46:42 GMT -5
Edmure approaches the guards of the Dungeons of Harrenhal. Behind him is Ser Randal Flowers and the Valyrian Sword Heartsbane is on the Lord of Mander back. "May I see the prisoner."
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