"I think taking his tongue would be better," Ser Lyn said sinisterly.
Almost all the Lords and Knights were mocked by Marillion; this person was arrogant due to favor.
"Take him away, and strip off those items that belong to the master."
"Yes."
The blue robes stripped Marillion of his beautiful robes and golden ornaments. The Singer cried and whimpered.
Maester Colemon emerged with a solemn expression, returning to the garden. In his hand was a small cedarwood box, appearing to be a cosmetic box, but inside was sweetsleep, with Lysa's handwriting on it.
"A few tiny grains—to help Sweet Robin suppress seizures, calm and strengthen him."
Maester Colemon showed the box to everyone, so the matter was accurate and undeniable, as Lysa, this fool, did not understand pharmacology, unless someone had reassured her.
"It seems Littlefinger has a good understanding of poisons," Gendry thought.
"Coward!" Bronze Yohn's face was ashen.
"Poison is the weapon of cowards!" Ser Barristan also sighed.
The Lords of the Vale were indignant, unwilling to see the honor of House Arryn dragged through the mud. Ser Brynden Blackfish wore a bitter expression; this matter was truly painful. All the onlookers formed a circle, watching Lysa in the center, as the blue robes fiercely forced her to kneel.
Captain Vardis ordered the cloth stuffing Lysa's mouth to be pulled out. "If you still don't speak, we will search all of The Eyrie."
"Don't move, don't hurt Sweet Robin," Lysa pleaded, kneeling on the ground. Her face was twisted with fear.
"I hated Jon. He was old, and he didn't love me. My father said I should thank the heavens that a renowned Lord like Jon Arryn would marry a woman who had been deflowered, but in reality, all he wanted was my father's army. I had no choice but to marry Jon, otherwise my father would have cast me out like he did my uncle Brynden. But in my heart, I only love Petyr!" Lysa, in a state of frenzy, rubbed her hands over her stomach as if the Child was still inside. "They stole my baby back then, and I swore to the heavens I would never let it happen again. Jon wanted to send my little darling Robert to Dragonstone, and that drunkard King even had the crazy idea of having him fostered with Cersei Lannister. I would never allow it..."
"This woman is truly mad." The more people listened, the more outrageous it became. Gendry waved his hand, and all sounds stopped again.
"Continue."
"I not only gave my virginity to Petyr, but I also planned to give him a son. It was them, it was them who used moon tea to abort it—wormwood, mint, and mugwort, plus a spoonful of honey and a drop of peppermint oil—not me! I didn't even know about it! Whatever father gave me to drink, I just... Petyr, Petyr, come save me! I did it all for you. Catelyn never gave you anything. It was I who gave you your first time. It was I who asked Jon to bring you to court, so we could see each other often... You swore to the heavens you would never forget my affection."
Everyone listened with horror. It was indeed love-struck madness, like a demon. It seemed all the truth was revealed.
"What happened next, you stinking woman," Nestor shouted angrily, while Ser Vardis ordered a sword to be brought out.
"Prince Gendry, this is Lord Jon's sword. I request your permission to kill her and avenge my old master," Ser Vardis said, kneeling. It was a beautiful, double-edged longsword. The blade was engraved with patterns of mountain skies in silver thread, the hilt was like a falcon's head, and the guard was two wings.
"Why don't I do it? My lady wishes to drink some fresh blood," Lyn said.
When Lysa saw the sword, her spirit completely broke. Vardis's figure merged with Lord Jon, and the air filled with the wailing of ghosts.
"Jon, Jon, please forgive me! No, it was all because of my love. Whatever Petyr said, I did. Petyr wanted me to put the 'tears' in your wine, and I obediently did it because you didn't love my Sweet Robin. You wanted to send him away, and I hated you, hated you! This was for Robert, for my future with Petyr! I also wrote a letter to Catelyn, falsely claiming that House Lannister had murdered you." Lysa cried uncontrollably, bowing her head repeatedly to the Falcon's Sword.
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