Greene raised his hand, and the entire contingent slowly reduced their speed, coming to a halt not long after.
Tugging the reins, he turned his horse around, and Greene called out, "Hear my command, assemble!"
Then, the shouts of the heralds rose and fell, and Greene's command was quickly relayed to every Crabb's Blue Cloaks.
Aside from the Cleber Soldiers guarding the captives from the Vale, over three hundred Blue Cloaks moved, and Blue Cloaks officers wearing high-plumed helmets weaved through the ranks, directing their positions.
There were no unnecessary sounds, no chaos or crowding; the assembly of the Crabb's Blue Cloaks was full of order.
The assembled Kelleber army formation exuded a silent sternness, like an impregnable castle.
Ser Jaime's gaze swept over the straight and silent Kelleber army formation with a complex look, and Tyrion beside him spoke, "Brother, are you regretting it?"
"I never regret," Ser Jaime glanced sideways at the grinning Tyrion.
Joffrey's lions tooth banner fluttered, and the sound of hooves echoed from afar, as the Cleber Soldiers began to cheer in unison: "Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the King!"
The sound seemed to pierce the sky. Joffrey's hand gripping the reins tightened instantly, and as he slowed his horse, he lifted his chin high; he absolutely could not let others discover... that he had been a little scared just now, he was the King after all.
Greene raised his hand, and the shouts of the Blue Cloaks ceased. He turned to glance at Ser Jaime and Tyrion, then lightly kicked his horse's flank and rode forward to meet them.
Riding to a distance of three horses, Greene pulled the reins tight, stopping his horse, and he looked at Joffrey. Having not seen him for several months, he seemed to have grown taller, and looked even more like... Jaime.
Greene dismounted from his tall warhorse, took a few steps forward, and knelt on one knee: "King Joffrey, the Vale and Crabclaw Point await your command."
King Joffrey pursed his lips and said, "Count Greene, my warrior, you captured the traitors of Eyrie for me; you did not disappoint me."
"Rise."
After speaking, King Joffrey dismounted his horse and, surrounded by the Hound and other Kingsguard, came before Greene.
Greene, having stood up, saluted by placing his hand over his chest: "All glory belongs to King Joffrey."
King Joffrey nodded with satisfaction, then asked, "Where is the Lord of the Eyrie?"
At this moment, Jaime and Tyrion, who had dismounted, also arrived.
Seeing the two of them, King Joffrey curled the corners of his mouth, and his gaze swept disdainfully over Ser Jaime and Tyrion.
Ser Jaime saluted by placing his hand over his chest: "Your Majesty."
Tyrion smiled and nodded slightly.
Joffrey's handsome face suddenly twisted. He kicked the Hound Sandor Clegane's thick calf and angrily said, "My Hound, why don't these two kneel to me?"
Pulling down the visor of his dog's head helmet, Sandor replied, "King, the big one and the small one are both your uncles."
Hearing his reply, Joffrey angrily kicked him again: "Can an uncle disregard his King? I am their King!"
Ser Jaime glanced at Tyrion, then knelt down to salute.
Tyrion shrugged slightly, and also knelt down: "Good day, most magnificent King Joffrey ~ Your Majesty!"
King Joffrey then stopped reprimanding the Hound. He did not hear the sarcasm in Tyrion's greeting, and turned to the two, nodding proudly.
Joffrey's gaze lingered on Jaime for a moment, and he sneered, saying, "Uncle Jaime, did the cells of Riverrun make you lose your courage?"
Seeing Ser Jaime look up at him, King Joffrey continued in a mocking tone, "If you hadn't timidly run away, the traitor Robb Stark's head would have already been hanging on the gates of King's Landing! It's because of your cowardice that we lost the perfect opportunity to eliminate the traitor, am I wrong?!"
Ser Jaime's lips moved. King Joffrey's sudden accusation left him at a loss for suitable words to explain.
Tyrion grinned: "Great King Joffrey, we only had a dozen swords at the time, while the little Direwolf was guarded by thousands of swords around him. If we had truly mustered the courage, it's possible the little Direwolf... would have died laughing."
He seemed to be imitating Robb: "Hey, look, are those two Lannister idiots? Haha... I'm dying of laughter..."
He rolled his eyes: "Oh... I'm dead from laughing..."
Pfft, in the serious atmosphere, someone couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"You! You! You!" King Joffrey angrily pointed at Tyrion, his finger trembling.
Tyrion pursed his lips, a kind smile appearing on his face.
King Joffrey's face flushed, pointing at Tyrion, he ordered Sandor: "He's mocking me, my Hound, go kill him for me!"
Seeing Sandor not moving, he kicked and yelled, "Hound! Quick! Kill him for me!"
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