Patrick makes his move when he returns to the estate.
Breweries, distilleries, storage facilities.
All of them are guarded by territorial troops, but in the shadows a short distance away, there are men, men who are just curious to see what's going on.
If they were outside the grounds, it wouldn't be a problem, but since they were well beyond the walls, there was a problem.
I approached him from behind and punched him in the side as hard as I could.
I kicked him in the stomach as he crouched in agony, then turned him onto his back and kneed him in the face.
This is usually enough to demoralize him and send him into a straightjacket.
He is handed over to the local army and stuffed into a prison cell, where he is dealt with again by the next interloper.
On the day he returned to King's Landing, there were 137 spies in the prison.
All of them had been interrogated by Patrick, of course.
The faces of the interrogated spies are a bit gaunt.
Perhaps they hadn't eaten enough, or perhaps they were simply frightened of Patrick.
Patrick heads for King's Landing with the spies crammed into a wagon escorted by his army.
A short distance before King's Landing, Patrick stopped the group, tied them up one by one with ropes, and then lassoed them together.
Patrick leads the way on horseback, flanked by his army of spies.
When they arrived at the gates of the capital, the gatekeeper in charge of security for the day saluted Patrick.