-
Foruma hoş geldin 👋, Ziyaretçi
Forum içeriğine ve tüm hizmetlerimize erişim sağlamak için lütfen foruma kayıt olun veya giriş yapın. Üyelik tamamen ücretsizdir ve sadece birkaç dakikanızı alır.
Çok eski bir web tarayıcısı kullanıyorsunuz. Bu veya diğer siteleri görüntülemekte sorunlar yaşayabilirsiniz..
Tarayıcınızı güncellemeli veya alternatif bir tarayıcı kullanmalısınız.
Tarayıcınızı güncellemeli veya alternatif bir tarayıcı kullanmalısınız.
⚪
Konu sahibi son olarak 1038 gün önce görüldü
"Light our fire and protect us from the dark, blah blah, light our way and keep us toasty warm, the night is dark and full of terrors, save us from the scary things, and blah blah blah some more."
(Tyrion)
(Tyrion)
...“Men forget. Only the trees remember.” His voice was so soft Bran had to strain to hear.
“Most of him is gone into the tree,” explained the singer Meera called Leaf. “He has lived beyond his mortal span, and yet he lingers. For us, for you, for the realms of men. Only a little strength remains in his flesh. He has a thousand eyes and one, but there is much to watch. One day you will know.”
“What will I know?” Bran asked the Reeds afterward. “What do the trees remember?”
“The secrets of the old gods,” said Jojen Reed. He seemed sadder now, sullen, with a weary, haunted look about the eyes. “Truths the First Men know, forgotten now in Winterfell… but not in the wet wild. We live closer to the green in our bogs and crannogs, and we remember. Earth and water, soil and stone, oaks and elms and willows, they were here before us and will still remain when we are gone.”
“So will you,” said Meera. That made Bran sad.
“Most of him is gone into the tree,” explained the singer Meera called Leaf. “He has lived beyond his mortal span, and yet he lingers. For us, for you, for the realms of men. Only a little strength remains in his flesh. He has a thousand eyes and one, but there is much to watch. One day you will know.”
“What will I know?” Bran asked the Reeds afterward. “What do the trees remember?”
“The secrets of the old gods,” said Jojen Reed. He seemed sadder now, sullen, with a weary, haunted look about the eyes. “Truths the First Men know, forgotten now in Winterfell… but not in the wet wild. We live closer to the green in our bogs and crannogs, and we remember. Earth and water, soil and stone, oaks and elms and willows, they were here before us and will still remain when we are gone.”
“So will you,” said Meera. That made Bran sad.
“A … crow?” The pale lord’s voice was dry. His lips moved slowly, as if they had forgotten how to
form words. “Once, aye. Black of garb and black of blood.” The clothes he wore were rotten and faded,
spotted with moss and eaten through with worms, but once they had been black. “I have been many
things, Bran. Now I am as you see me, and now you will understand why I could not come to you …
except in dreams. I have watched you for a long time, watched you with a thousand eyes and one. I saw
your birth, and that of your lord father before you. I saw your first step, heard your first word, was part
of your first dream. I was watching when you fell. And now you are come to me at last, Brandon Stark,
though the hour is late.”
form words. “Once, aye. Black of garb and black of blood.” The clothes he wore were rotten and faded,
spotted with moss and eaten through with worms, but once they had been black. “I have been many
things, Bran. Now I am as you see me, and now you will understand why I could not come to you …
except in dreams. I have watched you for a long time, watched you with a thousand eyes and one. I saw
your birth, and that of your lord father before you. I saw your first step, heard your first word, was part
of your first dream. I was watching when you fell. And now you are come to me at last, Brandon Stark,
though the hour is late.”
That night, after the plates had been cleared, Robb carried Bran up to bed himself. Grey Wind led the way, and Summer came close behind. His brother was strong for his age, and Bran was as light as a bundle of rags, but the stairs were steep and dark, and Robb was breathing hard by the time they reached the top.
He put Bran into bed, covered him with blankets, and blew out the candle. For a time Robb sat beside him in the dark. Bran wanted to talk to him, but he did not know what to say. “We’ll find a horse for you, I promise,” Robb whispered at last.
“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.
“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?”
Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”
“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.
He put Bran into bed, covered him with blankets, and blew out the candle. For a time Robb sat beside him in the dark. Bran wanted to talk to him, but he did not know what to say. “We’ll find a horse for you, I promise,” Robb whispered at last.
“Are they ever coming back?” Bran asked him.
“Yes,” Robb said with such hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother and not just Robb the Lord. “Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?”
Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. “And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”
“An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark he could not see the tears on Robb’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.
‘Lord Stark,’ Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. ‘There are five pups,’ he told Father. ‘Three male, two female.’
‘What of it, Jon?’
‘You have five trueborn children,’ Jon said. ‘Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.’
Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.
‘What of it, Jon?’
‘You have five trueborn children,’ Jon said. ‘Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.’
Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.
"Beyond the Wall the monsters live, the giants and the ghouls, the stalking shadows and the dead that walk, she would say, tucking him in beneath his scratchy woolen blanket, but they cannot pass so long as the Wall stands strong and the men of the Night’s Watch are true. So go to sleep, my little Brandon, my baby boy, and dream sweet dreams. There are no monsters here."
(Old Nan)
(Old Nan)
"I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak… but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you."
(Genna Lannister)
(Genna Lannister)
"You lie, all men lie when thev are afraid. Some tell many lies,some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it… though some small part of them will always know that it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces. Tell me of these names."
(Kindly Man)
(Kindly Man)