This small garden was circular, surrounded by white towers. The ground was covered with grass and blue flowers, and there were statues, but no weirwood. Because The Eyrie was built on the hard bedrock of the mountaintop, no matter how much fertile soil was brought from The Vale of Arryn, a weirwood could not take root and grow there. So successive Lords planted lawns and placed statues among the flourishing flower bushes.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
Blunt swords clashed in the air, producing powerful, ringing sounds, like a beautiful symphony. The other spectators stood not far away, watching this exciting duel. Knights and squire of The Vale, blue robes guards, as well as Sansa and Mya, and others.
Gendry gripped the blunt sword for the duel, fighting two against one, yet he was calm and composed. Jon had always been proud of his swordsmanship; his horsemanship was superb and he had great talent for swordplay, having received sword training since he could walk.
But in the blunt sword clash, Jon felt the pressure on him growing. It was an absolute crushing force in terms of strength and speed; Gendry pressed him so hard he couldn't breathe. Before many sword moves were exchanged, he felt his whole body stiff and sore.
"Clang!" Gendry gripped his blunt sword, first breaking Jon's attack, then swinging his longsword. The heavy sword's force directly knocked Dumb Harry's sword away.
Harold looked embarrassed; though tall, his swordsmanship talent was not as good as Jon's. After Harold exited, only a gloomy-faced Jon remained, though his complexion had improved significantly since being with Gendry.
Gendry turned back to Jon, moving with the speed of an agile leopard, his slender hand swinging the heavy sword, smashing it down hard on Jon, a direct overhead chop. It required no fancy techniques, only solid power and beauty. He was tall with long legs, his attack range much greater than Jon's.
"Come on!" Jon swung his blunt sword to dodge. He was tougher, gritting his teeth, sweating profusely. Jon had never encountered such a formidable opponent. He had intended to rely on agile dodging, but Gendry's speed was much faster than his. For a tall person to be so agile at the same time was simply terrifying.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The heavy sword's light and shadow danced in the air. Gendry's strike closed in on Jon, and the remaining sword moves were like a roaring tide, wave after wave. Jon's vision blurred, and he felt his arm go numb, his longsword flying out of his hand. He would surely be covered in bruises the next day.
"I lost!" Jon raised his hand, smiling bitterly. But he was still quite happy; if he only sparred with those idiots, he would never improve. Gendry seemed to be the top master of his generation; he certainly couldn't compare.
Sansa Stark and Mia Baratheon applauded. Sansa saw that the handsome Dumb Harry had some interest in her, but there was no trace of Dumb Harry in Sansa's eyes. Gendry was far above him.
Moreover, Dumb Harry had a bad reputation; he was a philandering and fickle man, and the She-wolf didn't like him much either. Despite his youth, Harry already had a bastard child. The first was a daughter, Ally Stone, with Cissy, a servant from the low-born House Waynwood; the second was his ambiguous relationship with Saffron, the daughter of Gulltown's wealthiest merchant.
Mia Baratheon looked at the applauding Sansa. A handsome warrior with power and authority indeed shone brightly in a girl's eyes. Sansa had a good figure and was a virgin from a great noble house, but the gap between her and the crown was predictable to those with insight. Mya's brother, Gendry, didn't seem to be as philandering as The late King, or perhaps his standards were too high.
"How fortunate the Dragon Princess is," the maidservants whispered. "Lord Gendry is tall, strong, and handsome, and he will have many crowns. I guess all the noble maidens in the country are fantasizing about this, after all, who is a better husband to choose than a king?"
"Yes, Lord Harry is already very handsome, but Gendry is far above him. Our poor Young Lord Robin, he..." The maidservant then restrained her words. Many people truly disliked the Young Lord Robin, who was constantly ill.
Sansa's heart skipped a beat. That beautiful true Dragon Princess, how much hatred she must attract.
"I told you two wouldn't do. The Young Eagle King is skilled, and Jon, your swordsmanship is indeed good. But compared to Gendry, it's lacking something," Ser Lyn Corbray, who had also been defeated earlier, commented sharply, along with a group of approving Knights of the Vale.
Lyn, a renowned sword master of The Vale, the strong Lothor, the Young Eagle King, and even outstanding young swordsmen from the North—the elite of all The Vale.
"Gendry!" "Gendry!" The surrounding Knights cheered and shouted, their voices echoing like thunder in the garden. "swordbreaker!" "swordbreaker!"
Gendry looked at his last defeated opponents, Dumb Harry and Jon Snow, then bowed slightly to the spectators. The cheers of the Knights grew even louder.
Harold.哈顿 had a handsome appearance, with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and an aquiline nose, and he had very attractive dimples when he smiled. He was straight and strong, with long limbs, well-proportioned to his body. Some older people thought he resembled Jon Arryn in his youth. Robert strongly disliked his cousin Harrold, believing Harrold was waiting for him to die so he could inherit The Eyrie.
As for Jon Snow's appearance, it's perhaps best not to discuss it. Jon was lean, long-faced, with brown hair and gray eyes. He had more of House Stark's features than his apparent siblings, but his looks were hard to describe, his build average, not tall and burly.
Gendry saw the shy Sansa, that tall, red-haired maiden. Sansa's appearance-oriented behavior was indeed obvious at a glance. He smiled slightly at Sansa, and Sansa felt her heart being taken over by a sweet sensation.
Jon saw this scene, his face subtly creasing. Sansa's habit, it seemed he needed to have a good talk with her later.
"My Lord, the ravens are ready," Maester Colemon hurried into the garden. He was scrawny but not lacking in ability.
"Very good." Gendry nodded. Before the Stag returned home, he still needed to send out a few letters.
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