George R.R. Martin

anointed with the seven oils and named in the rainbow of light that filled the sept of Riverrun. She

fingers down around the edges and worked it loose. When he pulled it free, whatever was

know you, perchance?” Arya shook her head miserably. She had heard her mother speak of Ser Brynden Blackfish, but if she had ever met him herself it had been when she was too little to remember. “Small chance the Blackfish will pay good coin for a girl he doesn’t know,” said Tom. “Those Tullys are a sour, suspicious lot, he’s like to think we’re selling him false goods.” “We’ll convince him,” Lem Lemoncloak insisted. “ She will, or Harwin. Riverrun is closest. I say we take her there, get the gold,

Catelyn had no love for swords, but she could not deny that Ice had its own beauty. It had been forged in Valyria, before the Doom had come to the old Freehold, when the ironsmiths had worked their metal with spells as well as hammers. Four hundred years old it was, and as sharp as the day it was forged. The name it bore was older still, a legacy from the age of heroes, when the Starks were Kings in the North.

“Gifts I give my friends, freely

dragonlords of ancient lineage.

Из земли можно сделать примочку от лихорадки. В нее можно бросить семя и вырастить урожай. Земля питает человека, а огонь пожирает, но глупцы, дети и юные девушки всегда выбирают огонь.