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Retour à Jaime, mais quelle surprise !!

Forcément, ça fait un bail donc il faut nous remettre dans le bain. Jaime est toujours dans le Conflans et il va tenter de régler le siège de Corneilla. Le lieu décrit est fertile et très ancien (apparemment quand on fait des tours carrés, c’est impossible de changer après coup même quand il se passe des siècles voire des millénaires).

Le siège est famélique

No great hosts encircled Raventree, as Riverrun had been encircled. This siege was a more intimate affair, the latest step in a dance that went back many centuries. At best Jonos Bracken had five hundred men about the castle. Jaime saw no siege towers, no battering rams, no catapults. Bracken did not mean to break the gates of Raventree nor storm its high, thick walls. With no prospect of relief in sight, he was content to starve his rival out. No doubt there had been sorties and skirmishes at the start of the siege, and arrows flying back and forth; half a year into it, everyone was too tired for such nonsense. Boredom and routine had taken over, the enemies of discipline.

Les Nerbosc sont les seuls à résister encore. Une fois qu’ils auront cédé, tout reviendra dans la paix du roi, enfin de Cersei. Et bim, Jaime pense à sa soeur et au fait qu’il n’est pas allé la sauver

Even if he had gone back, he could not hope to save her. She was guilty of every treason laid against her, and he was short a sword hand.

Jaime entre dans le camp Bracken et directement dans la tente de Jonos qu’il euh dérange en charmante compagnie. Y a que moi qui trouve que la scène est un peu dérangeante ? Jonos est un mec imbuvable, Hildy dragouille Jaime et ce dernier balance des punchlines…

“You took me unawares, my lord. I was not told of your coming.”

“And I seem to have prevented yours.” Jaime smiled at the woman in the bed.

Les deux hommes restent seuls et parlent… du Silure, respecté par tout le monde on dirait

“Ser Brynden knows better than to come running to me. I am fond of the man, I won’t deny that. That won’t stop me clapping him in chains if he shows his face near me or mine. He knows I’ve bent the knee. He should have done the same, but he always was a stubborn one. His brother could have told you that.”

Jonos pense gagner mais Jaime veut aller plus vite. Jaime refuse un verre et expose ses plans (vu que Jonos lui demande)

“You spoke of terms. What sort of terms?”

“The usual sort. Lord Blackwood shall be required to confess his treason and abjure his allegiance to the Starks and Tullys. He will swear solemnly before gods and men to henceforth remain a leal vassal of Harrenhal and the Iron Throne, and I will give him pardon in the king’s name. We will take a pot or two of gold, of course. The price of rebellion. I’ll claim a hostage as well, to ensure that Raventree does not rise again.”

“His daughter,” suggested Bracken. “Blackwood has six sons, but only the one daughter. He dotes on her. A snot-nosed little creature, couldn’t be more than seven.”

Jonos expose ses revendications territoriales : elles sont nombreuses. Et aussi l’existence de l’Arbre-sou, enclave de la Couronne

“Pennytree. That was ours once too, but it’s been a royal fief for a hundred years. Leave that out. We ask only for the lands stolen by the Blackwoods. Your lord father promised to restore them to us if we would subdue Lord Tytos for him.”

“Yet as I was riding up, I saw Tully banners flying from the castle walls, and the direwolf of Stark as well. That would seem to suggest that Lord Tytos has not been subdued.”

“We’ve driven him and his from the field and penned them up inside Raventree. Give me sufficient men to storm his walls, my lord, and I will subdue the whole lot of them to their graves.”

“If I gave you sufficient men, they would be doing the subduing, not you. In which case I should reward myself.”

Jonos insiste pour avoir quelque chose mais Jaime n’est pas enclin à les lui donner en insistant sur le fait qu’il a pris les armes contre le roi. Pour Jonos, c’est pas si simple (ça se tente^^)

“It’s said that a Lannister always pays his debts. We fought for you.”

“Not half as long as you fought against us.”

“The king has pardoned us for that. I lost my nephew to your swords, and my natural son. Your Mountain stole my harvest and burned everything he could not carry off. He put my castle to the torch and raped one of my daughters. I will have recompense.”

“The Mountain’s dead, as is my father,” Jaime told him, “and some might say your head was recompense enough. You did declare for Stark, and kept faith with him until Lord Walder killed him.”

“Murdered him, and a dozen good men of my own blood.” Lord Jonos turned his head and spat. “Aye, I kept faith with the Young Wolf. As I’ll keep faith with you, so long as you treat me fair. I bent the knee because I saw no sense in dying for the dead nor shedding Bracken blood in a lost cause.”

“A prudent man.” Though some might say that Lord Blackwood has been more honorable. “You’ll get your lands. Some of them, at least. Since you partly subdued the Blackwoods.”

That seemed to satisfy Lord Jonos.

Jaime se rend chez les Nerbosc. Je me souviens (sauf erreur de ma part) qui était casté en Tytos il y a des années de ça. A posteriori, ça lui allait bien

Lord Tytos Blackwood met him in the outer ward, mounted on a destrier as gaunt as himself. Very tall and very thin, the Lord of Raventree had a hook nose, long hair, and a ragged salt-and-pepper beard that showed more salt than pepper. In silver inlay on the breastplate of his burnished scarlet armor was a white tree bare and dead, surrounded by a flock of onyx ravens taking flight. A cloak of raven feathers fluttered from his shoulders.

Il est plutôt respectueux et on voit qu’il veut bien se rendre mais pas aux Bracken. Jaime, il a la classe quand même

Blackwood hesitated a moment. “Is it your wish that I dismount and kneel before you here and now?”

A hundred eyes were looking on. “The wind is cold and the yard is muddy,” said Jaime. “You can do your kneeling on the carpet in your solar once we’ve agreed on terms.”

“That is chivalrous of you,” said Lord Tytos. “Come, ser. My hall might lack for food, but never for courtesy.”

Grosse ambiance en rentrant avec un barral mort (empoisonné par les Bracken, bien entendu) où convergent des tas de corneilles. Il est élégant, Tytos

“For honor’s sake I must ask about my liege lord.”

“Ser Edmure is on his way to Casterly Rock as my captive. His wife will remain at the Twins until their child is born. Then she and the babe will join him. So long as he does not attempt escape or plot rebellion, Edmure will live a long life.”

“Long and bitter. A life without honor. Until his dying day, men will say he was afraid to fight.”

Unjustly, Jaime thought. It was his child he feared for. He knew whose son I am, better than mine own aunt. “The choice was his. His uncle would have made us bleed.”

Cela nous amène au Silure

“What have you done with Ser Brynden, if I may ask?”

“I offered to let him take the black. Instead he fled.” Jaime smiled. “Do you have him here, perchance?”

“No.”

“Would you tell me if you did?”

It was Tytos Blackwood’s turn to smile.

On s’est bien compris. Jaime en arrive au fait (la reddition), mais Tytos fait une digression

“Is this where I get down on my knees?”

“If it please you. Or we can say you did.”

Jaime fait les revendications en oubliant beaucoup des terres demandées par Jonos. Tytos négocie, Jaime l’écoute et fait des contre-propositions. Idem pour les otages. Jaime reprend le fait qu’il a six fils sauf que deux sont morts

“Once. Robert was my youngest and never strong. He died nine days ago, of a looseness of the bowels. Lucas was murdered at the Red Wedding. Walder Frey’s fourth wife was a Blackwood, but kinship counts for no more than guest right at the Twins. I should like to bury Lucas beneath the tree, but the Freys have not yet seen fit to return his bones to me.”

“I’ll see that they do. Was Lucas your eldest son?”

“My second. Brynden is my eldest, and my heir. Next comes Hoster. A bookish boy, I fear.”

“They have books in King’s Landing too. I recall my little brother reading them from time to time. Perhaps your son would like a look at them. I will accept Hoster as our hostage.”

Tytos arrive même à proposer un otage Bracken. Tytos propose à Jaime de souper mais ce dernier refuse, toujours classe (il revient de loin par rapport à AGOT)

“Will you do me the honor of taking supper with me?”

“Some other time, my lord.” The castle was starving; no good would be served by Jaime stealing food from their mouths. “I cannot linger. Riverrun awaits.”

“Riverrun? Or King’s Landing?”

“Both.”

Lord Tytos did not attempt to dissuade him.

Jaime est présenté à Hoster, ce dernier est enjoué mais Jaime le recadre tout de suite, puis Tytos

“My lord, let there be no misunderstanding here. Lord Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr, Sandor Clegane, Brynden Tully, this woman Stoneheart … all these are outlaws and rebels, enemies to the king and all his leal subjects. If I should learn that you or yours are hiding them, protecting them, or assisting them in any way, I will not hesitate to send you your son’s head. I hope you understand that. Understand this as well: I am not Ryman Frey.”

“No.” All trace of warmth had left Lord Blackwood’s mouth. “I know who I am dealing with. Kingslayer.”

“Good.” Jaime mounted and wheeled Honor toward the gate. “I wish you a good harvest and the joy of the king’s peace.”

De retour, Jonos est assez content avec ce qu’il va obtenir. Moins sur les otages^^

Le voyage avec Hoster Nerbosc vers l’Arbre-sous permet au Nerbosc de réciter sa leçon d’histoire (bien joué, George). En bref, la situation est compliquée, il n’y a pas vraiment de raison de se battre et toutes les tentatives de paix et d’union (maritale) ont échoué. Au passage, il y a une différence de traitement sur les conflits entre Lannister et Nerbosc

“How, my lord? The old wounds never heal, my father says.”

“My father had a saying too. Never wound a foe when you can kill him. Dead men don’t claim vengeance.”

“Their sons do,” said Hoster, apologetically. “Not if you kill the sons as well. Ask the Casterlys about that if you doubt me. Ask Lord and Lady Tarbeck, or the Reynes of Castamere. Ask the Prince of Dragonstone.” For an instant, the deep red clouds that crowned the western hills reminded him of Rhaegar’s children, all wrapped up in crimson cloaks.

“Is that why you killed all the Starks?”

“Not all,” said Jaime

Ce qui permet à Jaime de penser à Brienne, futé l’auteur. Retour au village, qui est barricadé. Qu’à cela ne tienne, l’armée campe dehors. Et là, qui est capturée ? Brienne !!!

“My lady. I had not thought to see you again so soon.” Gods be good, she looks ten years older than when I saw her last. And what’s happened to her face? “That bandage … you’ve been wounded …”

“A bite.” She touched the hilt of her sword, the sword that he had given her. Oathkeeper. “My lord, you gave me a quest.”

“The girl. Have you found her?”

“I have,” said Brienne, Maid of Tarth. “Where is she?”

“A day’s ride. I can take you to her, ser … but you will need to come alone. Elsewise, the Hound will kill her.”

Donc Brienne vit, mais le Limier, Sansa ? Quelque chose ne tourne pas rond (« interloupe »). Vivement TWOW qu’on en sache plus (faut juste être patients)

Excellent chapitre sinon où Jaime (qui a la partie plus facile vu que Nerbosc veut se rendre) agit avec grande diplomatie, ça change !

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