Post by yaabbcccdu on Dec 26, 2012 22:38:29 GMT -5
"Look," the Hound interrupted. "The boy has courage. He's going to try again."They were helping Prince Tommen mount his pony. If only Tommen were the elder instead of Joffrey, Sansa thought. I wouldn't mind marrying Tommen.The sounds from the gatehouse took them by surprise. Chains rattled as the portcullis was drawn upward, and the great gates opened to the creak of iron hinges. "Who told them to open the gate?" Joff demanded. With the troubles in the city, the gates of the Red Keep had been closed for days.A column of riders emerged from beneath the portcullis with a clink of steel and a clatter of hooves. Clegane stepped close to the king, one hand on the hilt of his longsword. The visitors were dinted and haggard and dusty, yet the standard they carried was the lion of Lannister, golden on its crimson field. A few wore the red cloaks and mail of Lannister men-at-arms, but more were freeriders and sellswords, armored in oddments and bristling with sharp steel . . . and there were others, monstrous savages out of one of Old Nan's tales, the scary ones Bran louis vuitton outlet used to love. They were clad in shabby skins and boiled leather, with long hair and fierce beards. Some wore bloodstained bandages over their brows or wrapped around their hands, and others were missing eyes, ears, and fingers.In their midst, riding on a tall red horse in a strange high saddle that cradled him back and front, was the queen's dwarf brother Tyrion Lannister, the one they called the Imp.
A lord's one thing, a king's another." He offered the raven a handful of corn from his pocket. "They will garb your brother Robb in silks, satins, and velvets of a hundred different colors, while you live and die in black ringmail. He will wed some beautiful princess and father sons on her. You'll have no wife, nor will you ever hold a child of your own blood in your gucci handbag arms. Robb will rule, you will serve. Men will call you a crow. Him they'll call Your Grace. Singers will praise every little thing he does, while your greatest deeds all go unsung. Tell me that none of this troubles you, Jon . . . and I'll name you a liar, and know I have the truth of it."Jon drew himself up, taut as a bowstring. "And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am?""What will you do?" Mormont asked. "Bastard as you are?""Be troubled," said Jon, "and keep my vows."CHAPTER 7CATELYNHer son's crown was fresh from the forge, and it seemed to Catelyn Stark that the weight of it pressed heavy on Robb's head.The ancient crown of the Kings of Winter had been lost three centuries ago, yielded up to Aegon the Conqueror when gucci outlets Torrhen Stark knelt in submission. What Aegon had done with it no man could say. Lord Hoster's smith had done his work well, and Robb's crown looked much as the other was said to have looked in the tales told of the Stark kings of old; an open circlet of hammered bronze incised with the runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes wrought in the shape of longswords.
And yet she seemed restive. She wanted to be with him more, she told him; she wanted to serve him and help him. "You help me most here, between the sheets," he told her one night after their loving as he lay beside her, his head pillowed against her breast, his groin aching with a sweet soreness. She made no reply, save with her eyes. He could michael kors online outlet see there that it was not what she'd wanted to hear.Sighing, Tyrion started to reach for the wine again, then remembered Lord Janos and pushed the flagon away. "It does seem my sister was telling the truth about Stark's death. We have my nephew to thank for that madness.""King Joffrey gave the command. Janos Slynt and Ser Ilyn Payne carried it out, swiftly, without hesitation . . ."". . . almost as if they had expected it. Yes, we have been over this ground before, without profit. A folly.""With the City Watch in hand, my lord, you are well placed to see to it that His Grace commits no further . . . follies? To be sure, there is still the queen's household guard to consider . . .""The red cloaks?" Tyrion shrugged. "Vylarr's loyalty is to Casterly Rock. He louis vuitton outlet online knows I am here with my father's authority. Cersei would find it hard to use his men against me . . . besides, they are only a hundred. I have half again as many men of my own. And six thousand gold cloaks, if Bywater is the man you claim.""You will find Ser Jacelyn to be courageous, honorable, obedient . . . and most grateful.""To whom, I wonder?" Tyrion did not trust Varys, though there was no denying his value. He knew things, beyond a doubt. "Why are you so helpful, my lord Varys?" he michael kors outlet asked, studying the man's soft hands, the bald powdered face, the slimy little smile.
related links:</br>
www.fjptyg.com/home/space.php?uid=45887&do=blog&id=549359
30spluslove.com/member/blog_post_view.php?postId=135545
A lord's one thing, a king's another." He offered the raven a handful of corn from his pocket. "They will garb your brother Robb in silks, satins, and velvets of a hundred different colors, while you live and die in black ringmail. He will wed some beautiful princess and father sons on her. You'll have no wife, nor will you ever hold a child of your own blood in your gucci handbag arms. Robb will rule, you will serve. Men will call you a crow. Him they'll call Your Grace. Singers will praise every little thing he does, while your greatest deeds all go unsung. Tell me that none of this troubles you, Jon . . . and I'll name you a liar, and know I have the truth of it."Jon drew himself up, taut as a bowstring. "And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am?""What will you do?" Mormont asked. "Bastard as you are?""Be troubled," said Jon, "and keep my vows."CHAPTER 7CATELYNHer son's crown was fresh from the forge, and it seemed to Catelyn Stark that the weight of it pressed heavy on Robb's head.The ancient crown of the Kings of Winter had been lost three centuries ago, yielded up to Aegon the Conqueror when gucci outlets Torrhen Stark knelt in submission. What Aegon had done with it no man could say. Lord Hoster's smith had done his work well, and Robb's crown looked much as the other was said to have looked in the tales told of the Stark kings of old; an open circlet of hammered bronze incised with the runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes wrought in the shape of longswords.
And yet she seemed restive. She wanted to be with him more, she told him; she wanted to serve him and help him. "You help me most here, between the sheets," he told her one night after their loving as he lay beside her, his head pillowed against her breast, his groin aching with a sweet soreness. She made no reply, save with her eyes. He could michael kors online outlet see there that it was not what she'd wanted to hear.Sighing, Tyrion started to reach for the wine again, then remembered Lord Janos and pushed the flagon away. "It does seem my sister was telling the truth about Stark's death. We have my nephew to thank for that madness.""King Joffrey gave the command. Janos Slynt and Ser Ilyn Payne carried it out, swiftly, without hesitation . . ."". . . almost as if they had expected it. Yes, we have been over this ground before, without profit. A folly.""With the City Watch in hand, my lord, you are well placed to see to it that His Grace commits no further . . . follies? To be sure, there is still the queen's household guard to consider . . .""The red cloaks?" Tyrion shrugged. "Vylarr's loyalty is to Casterly Rock. He louis vuitton outlet online knows I am here with my father's authority. Cersei would find it hard to use his men against me . . . besides, they are only a hundred. I have half again as many men of my own. And six thousand gold cloaks, if Bywater is the man you claim.""You will find Ser Jacelyn to be courageous, honorable, obedient . . . and most grateful.""To whom, I wonder?" Tyrion did not trust Varys, though there was no denying his value. He knew things, beyond a doubt. "Why are you so helpful, my lord Varys?" he michael kors outlet asked, studying the man's soft hands, the bald powdered face, the slimy little smile.
related links:</br>
www.fjptyg.com/home/space.php?uid=45887&do=blog&id=549359
30spluslove.com/member/blog_post_view.php?postId=135545
