Chapter 217: Chapter 215: Deer Hunting
Samwell received a hint from his uncle's meaningful eyes and immediately understood that the Peake family had also been drawn over.
"Lord Titus."
"Sam, come to Starpike City when you have time, and teach my worthless sons, all they do is brag about particular anything ." Earl Titus made no secret of his closeness.
"It's an honour."
The hunting party is also an occasion for nobles to socialize. As Sir Alekyne began to preside over cleaning the battlefield and distributing the prey, the nobles also took off their helmets one after another, started chatting, and maintained contacts.
And Samwell, as an inconspicuous little baron, unknowingly gathered a large number of Reach nobles around him, including Peake, Rowan, Hightower, Fossoway, Webber...
Margaery held Samwell's arm, with a sweet smile on her face, watching the men around her chatting and laughing happily with the major lords of the Reach with joyful and respectful eyes.
It was hard for her to imagine that just two and a half years ago, this was a cowardly fat man who had just been kicked out of the house by his father, known throughout the Reach as the "Lord of Ham"
Today, the name of Caesar has spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms and has become a legend.
Margaery believes that his future will not stop there.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Margaery felt that her father's prestige in the Reach was probably nothing more than that.
The worries that arose in her heart were quickly suppressed by Margaery. She believed that her father would understand her choice in the future.
She's doing it for the future of House Tyrell, too.
When Cleopatra returned from hunting, she immediately attracted the attention and interest of the nobles.
There were immediately more people around Samwell.
At noon, the squires lit a bonfire and began to prepare lunch.
They had just hunted a group of wild boars, enough for everyone to share. But before the wild boar was roasted, the horn sounded again not far away.
It is estimated that other teams discovered the large beast. However, here, everyone was preparing to have lunch, so only a few knights responded to the call and rushed in the direction of the sound of the horn.
Samwell sat still, cutting some raw meat and feeding it to Cleopatra.
The white dragon breathed out dragon flames, roasted the meat, and swallowed it in one gulp, making a contented hiss.
Looking at this scene, Margaery suddenly asked curiously, "Sam, what does Dragon fire roasted meat taste like?"
"Ummm, there is not much difference, you can try it yourself." Samwell put a piece of dragon fire-roasted meat on Margaery's plate.
"Thank you!" The girl's eyes curved into crescent moons.
But when Cleopatra saw the meat of her mouth being taken away by others, she immediately became unhappy, flapping her wings and neighing angrily.
Samwell quickly cut another piece of meat to appease it.
But when Uncle Alekyne saw this situation, he also came over to ask for a taste of 'Dragon Fire Roast Meat 'Samwell had to give him a piece too.
Seeing this, the rest of the nobles came to ask for it one after another, and the Dragon Flame Barbecue became very popular all of a sudden.
The poor Cleopatra was used as a fire tool by the unscrupulous owner, and as she grilled the meat exhaustedly, couldn't even eat anymore, so she went on strike in anger.
The nobles laughed and slowly dispersed.
Samwell was just coaxing the angry white dragon when he saw a knight applauding his horse and shouting, "A Red deer found in the northeast, red deer found in the northeast!"
In Westeros, Deer's are regarded as the most noble animal in the forest, and it is also the best prey for a hunting party.
No nobleman wants to miss a deer hunt.
Therefore, the nobles who were reluctant to move just now put down the food in their hands, got up, mounted their horses, and started a new round of hunting.
All of a sudden, the sound of horseshoes rang out, rolling up bursts of smoke and dust. Samwell followed suit.
After riding northeast for about ten minutes, Samwell saw the large army and the red deer that had been surrounded and cornered.
It had dark red fur except for a fringe of white hair around its neck, and was about five feet high, with a pair of magnificent horns crowning its head.
"Take back the hound! Take back the hound!"
Earl Mathis Rowan yelled loudly, "Who's is this stupid dog, dares to hurt this deer, see if I don't beat him to death!"
The red deer is a symbol of nobility, and there is a red deer with the white ring, a symbol of royal power.
Of course, they can't use lowly hounds to hunt.
Not only can they not use hounds, but also can't use weapons.
The most respected method of hunting a male red deer is to capture it alive with bare hands, and usually, the king or the person with the highest status present captures it alive.
At this time, the red deer was already surrounded by knights, with the rushing river behind it.
It seemed to be aware of its situation and raised its head and let out a long hiss. The sound of deer singing echoed in the forest, clear and sad.
"Has the 'almighty' lord arrived yet?" Earl Mathis asked, calling out the insulting title of Duke Mace in public.
Samwell suspected that this guy did it on purpose, as he spoke in such a loud voice.
"My lord, Lord Mace has never captured a stag alive." Sir Alekyne said quietly.
"Then why are you waiting for him!" Earl Mathis curled his lips in disdain and turned to look at Samwell, "Sam, go!"
Samwell was stunned for a moment and then saw all eyes turned around. There were shocks, doubts, meaningful, and encouraging smiles... At this moment, a little baron became the focus of the audience.
"Okay."
Samwell smiled slightly, immediately got off his horse, handed the spear to the squire, and walked towards the stag.
There was a sound of discussion behind him, but no one came out to stop it.
To be honest, the biggest difficulty in hunting bucks is to track them down and lure them into the siege.
The rest is actually quite simple. After all, compared to ferocious beasts such as wild boars and bears, stags are really not that aggressive.
Samwell approached slowly, and the buck seemed to realize the danger of the man in front of him, so he took two steps back, but behind him was the rushing river, and there was no way to retreat.
It began to scratch the dirt on the ground with its front hooves anxiously, panting heavily, as if preparing to attack the humans in front of it.
The huge horn on the top of the head looks quite hideous.
But at this time, Cleopatra silently flew above the stag and let out a brimstone roar. The fire spread like ripples, and the ripples completely wiped out the ray of courage to resist in the stag's heart. Finally, it didn't dare to charge forward.
Samwell stepped forward to hold down the stag's head, and with another push, the stag let out a whine, its front legs went limp, and it knelt down on the ground.
The nobles behind gave a cheer.
Cleopatra also flapped her wings rapidly above Samwell's head, seeming very interested in this prey.
And at this moment, there was a rush of horseshoes in the distance. Then, they heard Duke Mace's loud voice:
"Where's the deer? I heard you surrounded a red deer. Where is it?"
The crowd parted a passage, and they saw Duke Mace walking over on a pure black horse, followed by Paxter Redwyne, Leyton Hightower, and other nobles.
When he saw that Samwell had subdued the stag, the Duke Mace was furious:
"Caesar! You are a little baron, what qualifications do you have to hunt stags!"
Samwell didn't answer either; he just let go of the stag's head, let it stand up again, then held the stag's antlers again and led it slowly towards Duke Mace.
"Samwell Caesar! Answer me!" Duke Mace roared again.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone watched this scene with bated breath, guessing how the daring baron would answer his lord.
Samwell had an impeccable smile on his face as if he didn't hear the Duke Mace's question at all.
He brought the stag to the front slowly, and then said, "Lord Mace, there's some misunderstanding , what kind of stag is this?"
Duke Mace heard a cold voice behind him. "It's a horse."
Duke Mace turned his head in astonishment and saw Earl Randyll Tarly looking at him with piercing eyes.
He suddenly lost his temper, raised his whip, and pointed at Earl Randyll: "Good, Good! Randyll! you, father and son, fooling me together?"
"Lord Mace," Count Mathis Rowan said, "Randyll and Caesar are right. This is indeed a wild horse. Why are you so angry?"
The Duke Mace interrupted rudely, "It's a deer!"
Earl Paxter Redwyne of Arbor Island saw that the atmosphere was not right and quickly said, "Don't try to deceive Lord Mace with lies."
"That's right! It's a deer! It's a deer!" shouted Duke Mace, who finally got his support.
"It's a horse, Lord Mace, you heard it wrong." Earl Titus Peake of Starpike City said with a smile, the mockery in his eyes no longer concealed.
"It's a deer!" Said Lady Arwyn Oakheart, Earl of Oak City, staring angrily at Samwell, the murderer of her son.
"It's a horse!" said Viscount Leonard Webber of Coldmoat.
"It's a deer!" said Earl Guthor Grimm of Grayshield Island.
But his voice was quickly drowned in a burst of rebuttals:
"It's a horse!"
"It's a horse!"
"It's a horse!"
...
Duke Mace's face turned pale. He finally realized that things were going in a dire direction.
The voices of "it's a horse" sounded like slaps on his fat face, beating the 'almighty lord' dizzy and seeing stars.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Earl Leyton Hightower, who had been silent all this time, with a pleading tone in his voice: "Leyton , this is a deer, isn't it?"
In the end, Earl Leyton's eyes rested on the white dragon hovering above Samwell's head, smiled slightly, and said, "Lord Mace, why don't you take a closer look?"
Hearing this, Duke Mace felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He opened his mouth wide and remained silent for a while.
After hearing the statement of the Hightower family, Earl Tommen Costayne of Three Towers, Earl Warryn Beesbury of Honeyholt City, Countess Alysanne Bulwer of Blackcrown City, Viscount Martyn Mullendore of Upland City, and Viscount Brandon Cuy of Sunhouse City spoke one after another: "It's a horse!" "It's a horse!" "It's a horse!" "It's a horse!" "It's a horse!"
Duke Mace had already begun to tremble all over.
And those nobles who supported the Tyrell family also realized that the general situation was over, and they all bowed their heads in silence.
"Lord Mace." Samwell had a triumphant smile on his face, "Please allow me to dedicate this wild horse to you."
As Duke Mace was sitting precariously on the horse, his eyes were distracted.
The scene of the Skyreach city suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, which made the Duke of Highgarden suddenly realize what kind of opponent he was facing— this is a man who dared to kill even the king! Will he kill me?
Duke Mace trembled more and more. He managed to squeeze out a smile, but it was uglier than crying, and he didn't dare to look directly at Samwell: "Okay, okay... I like it very much... you gave me... the horse..."
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