chapter 188 part 1
Chapter 188 Glyn's Suggestion 3
Glyn crabbe smiled and said, "Once you've tasted the sour red wine of Crackclaw Point, you'll love it immediately."
After speaking, he picked up his wine cup and took a sip.
Tyrion Lannister's eyes shifted. He chuckled and said, "Stannis took the royal fleet, making Blackwater Bay his personal garden. He can attack King's Landing at any time... Haha, doesn't King's Landing look like an obedient virgin lying in bed, waiting to be ravaged?"
Glyn joked, "Then you'd better be skillful and use all your techniques to 'service' him."
Pfft! Tyrion couldn't help but spray the wine from his mouth. He coughed and laughed heartily.
"I'll let him taste the might of the Lannister giant!"
Tyrion laughed a little longer, then rubbed his belly and suddenly said seriously, "Glyn, did Cersei send you out because of Stannis?"
Glyn's hand, swirling his wine, paused. His brown eyes looked at Tyrion, who was staring intently at him. "How did you know?"
Tyrion waved his hand. "Don't misunderstand, no one told me."
He pointed to his own head and continued, "My sister has a habit of getting what she wants first, then rewarding others based on her mood. Glyn, Cersei's ennoblement of you was quite sudden. I took a guess, and it seems I was right."
Glyn nodded slightly. "Tyrion, this is a secret."
Tyrion nodded with a solemn expression. He pinched his chin and mused, "Can the horses of Crackclaw Point run on the sea?"
Glyn put down his cup and said seriously, "Our business can begin, Tyrion."
"Starting with Cersei's foolish military order?"
"For my part, yes. I need a good pretext to march on the Vale."
"Glyn, I've discovered my sister isn't a complete fool. Honestly... this is difficult. I don't want to break my promise to you."
"Tyrion, you should know who the one person Queen Regent Cersei cannot stop is."
"My amiable father? No, he's not in King's Landing... My good nephew?"
Glyn nodded slightly. He picked up the flagon and poured wine into Tyrion's cup. "When Robert I named Jaime Warden of the East, King Joffrey was very displeased with the Vale's arrogance. He once wanted to grant the little lord of the Eyrie the opportunity for a fair duel with him."
Tyrion's cup was full. Glyn put down the flagon and continued, "Add to that the secret about House Arryn that we're about to release, and he'll have even more reason to be angry."
"Haha..."
Tyrion's voice was full of mockery. "My good nephew really knows how to pick his opponents."
Glyn shrugged. "Tyrion, ever since Joffrey took the Iron Throne, he has been eager to show off his martial prowess to the court. This is also a good opportunity to ease the relationship between you and your nephew."
Tyrion used the motion of raising his cup to drink to sneak a glance at Glyn, a trace of caution flashing in his eyes.
After a pause, he said casually, "With your intelligence, it would actually be simpler to ask Cersei for help with this sort of thing."
Glyn glanced at the probing Tyrion and said calmly, "Tyrion, you should be well aware of the Queen Regent's personality. She doesn't like anyone escaping her control."
Tyrion grinned. "Glyn, you have a way of making my sister's selfishness sound so pleasant."
Taking a sip of wine, he added, "True. Your revenge plan will have to wait until after Cersei consolidates her son's rule, unless..."
Glyn's eyes flickered. He interjected, "I haven't considered such a thing. Any rumor will eventually be exposed one day, Tyrion."
"You really are a reassuring fellow!"
Tyrion first sighed with emotion, then raised his cup toward Glyn in a gesture. "The deal is struck, Lord Glyn."
Glyn also raised his cup in salute. "A pleasure doing business with you, Lord Hand."
Tyrion grinned happily. "I'll have a good chat with my nephew, the king, at an opportune moment. The nephew doesn't like his uncle, but the uncle still loves him."
After a pause, he suddenly added, "I feel that the older he gets, the more he resembles Cersei. I think Joffrey would be better named Cersei the Second. The Seven have a sense of humor."
Glyn smiled faintly. "They are mother and son, after all. It's perfectly reasonable."
Tyrion leaned toward Glyn, lowering his voice. "Can you achieve your revenge with only the soldiers and horses from Crackclaw Point? You should know the words of House Arryn, right? Under their influence, the nobles of the Vale all vie to be knights, the symbol of honor... Think about it, how long has House Arryn ruled the Vale? For thousands of years... I hear that any family in the Vale that can afford it, noble or not, prepares a horse and a knight's armor. Even if they can't be knighted, they must at least look the part... Haha, As High as Honor."
Finally, as if lamenting, Tyrion murmured, "Tens of thousands of armored cavalrymen... the thought alone is terrifying."
Glyn listened quietly, then said with a smile, "Tyrion, thank you for your concern, but..."
As he spoke, his aura changed, and he said gravely and solemnly, "One cannot get revenge by being too rational. And for me, it's unlikely I'll get such a good opportunity again."
Tyrion nodded in agreement. "If this were the past, there truly wouldn't be an opportunity for a one-on-one contest... Everyone is so busy now. And with Lady Lysa having given everyone a surprise, it is indeed a very rare opportunity."
Tyrion reached out and patted Glyn. "Be flexible when the time comes. Don't be like my brother Jaime. You knights and your honor sometimes give me a headache."
They discussed a few more details, then turned to the topic of the Commander of the Gold Cloaks.
Glyn asked, "Tyrion, what's your impression of Ser Jacelyn Bywater?"
Tyrion spread his hands. "Glyn, I must say, your insight is sharp. He's a reassuring fellow. I like Ser Jacelyn."
After speaking, he scratched his hair and added, "For the moment, I haven't thought of a good way to make my sister like Ser Jacelyn as I do."
Glyn's long fingers tapped his wine cup. "Tyrion, you can ask Ser Lancel for help."
Tyrion shook his head. "That boy Lancel, ever since he was knighted, he's been imitating our sister Cersei's arrogance all day. My obedient cousin has long since vanished."
Glyn pointed to his own head. "Tyrion, use it. Think again."
Seeing that Glyn wasn't joking, Tyrion's smile faded, and he began to think. After a moment of silence, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Glyn in disbelief.
Glyn met Tyrion's gaze and nodded slightly.
Tyrion was stunned for a moment. He leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and said painfully, "It's truly unfair. When my sister Cersei doted on her brothers, she conveniently forgot about me, her well-behaved little brother."
Glyn ignored Tyrion's theatrics and said directly, "Do you have a way now?"
Tyrion grinned. "Lancel Lannister will soon be back to the good cousin I'm familiar with... Hmm, and he can also help me..."
As he said this, Tyrion looked at Glyn and asked, "Why don't you keep it for your own use?"
Glyn's gaze was filled with disdain. "Lord Hand, if I were you, I would be moved to tears of gratitude at this moment."
Tyrion laughed heartily. "My generous lord, if you don't mind, please accept a kiss from me."
Glyn looked even more disgusted. "I refuse. I don't want to have nightmares."