The Trial of Seven

[The Flint]

Cyrus's stomach burned, from where Massey's spear had entered. He slide off the spearpoint slowly, and lay on the ground, looking up at the sky. He thought back to the bard at their feast at Horn Hill. Who'd sung their song, one last time. He wondered briefly, if there was anything left worth singing about, in the world he was leaving, a world with no justice, and like as not, no gods either.

"No justice, but peace." he said faintly, before he passed.

[Sam]

A sense of hopelessness filled Samuel, as he saw his friend Cyrus dying in the reddening soil. His father was being beaten back by the foreigner and both Ironborn as well as Ser Osney had been killed. The King and his Red Pool were quickly making a massacre out of the fight, and the heir to Horn Hill sank to his knees in despair.

[The Flint]

Quietly, away from the screams, and the clashing of steel, lay Justin Hightower. They said bastards were born of lust and lies, but Justin had known little lust, and told fewer lies. He'd grown up on stories, of those brave men who had come before him. Men who died in the hands of their enemies. Would his son one day fight a war, to avenge his death? Justin hoped not. His life had been such a small thing. He closed his eyes, and saw a light, leading the way. Like a ship coming home to Oldtown, he followed it.

[Tallahar]

William was tired blood flowed inside his armor and he knew that death was close. Red Pool was impossibly fast and he would soon end his life. 'Well Father I fought like you but I wasn't good enough.' Seeing the strike coming William accepts his fate ,'Good bye Meg my life I will miss you.'

[The Smith]

Rodrick summons the Lords in the hosts to come kneel and reaffirm their oaths of fealty.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Lord Howland Royce appears among the lords and kneels. His eyes are on the ground. The Vale host is a league to the north.

Balor Waxley is standing near Lord Higtowers body looking lost.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Loren dropped to his knees as Graceford falls and Rodrick screams in triumph, "Father above you have judged us the guilty party, forgive me," the Lord of Uplands said struggling to stand again, how was he going to face his sister, she would be devastated.

Loren and Dorian walked forward to where Howland stood, they carried the palaquin upon which their Lord Paramount now laid dead.

They placed the palaquin a few yards back and then moved to kneel besides Howland.

[Sam]

Lord Samuel kneels with the rest of the men, though he is in a numb daze barely registering all the men surrounding him.

[Lord Howland Royce]

"If only my father's trial had been 15 years ago," Howland whispered sorrowfully to Loren, looking at Justin's body.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Loren said nothing but nodded slightly in agreement, he kept his head down as well in part due to the shame of losing to Rodrick and being on the wrong side of the Seven.

[The Smith]

Rodrick walked down the line of kneeling people, pausing in front of Loren, and Tarly, but not stopping. His armor dripped the blood of his defeated foes, and there was a hard look in his eye. Stopping in front of Howland, he looked at his own hands for a moment. "Lord Royce, can you except me as your King? Or must I settle this in another way. My cause was just, but its affect was still cruel to a son."

[Lord Howland Royce]

"The gods deemed your cause worthy, who am I to go against the Sevens decision. I accept you as my King," Howland said.

[The Smith]

"Then rise, all of you." Rodrick replied, "You are forgiven." He smiled broadly.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Lord Royce stood up, but did not smile. "Thank you, your Grace," he said.

[Sam]

Samuel rose with the rest, though his head was still hung downward in sorrow and shame. "May I return with my father's body to Horn Hill, your grace?" he asked in a quietly anguished voice, unsure if the king was even able to hear.