Искам да отбележа, че съвсем случайно установих цял един пропуснат пасаж, в главата, посветена на Тирион, преди да напусне Вала —
„I promise, the king will hear of your need,“ Tyrion said gravely, „and I will speak to my father
and my brother Jaime as well.“ And he would. Tyrion Lannister was as good as his word. He left the rest
unsaid; that King Robert would ignore him, Lord Tywin would ask if he had taken leave of his senses,
and Jaime would only laugh.
„You are a young man, Tyrion,“ Mormont said. „How many winters have you seen?“
He shrugged. „Eight, nine. I misremember.“
„And all of them short.“
„As you say, my lord.“ He had been born in the dead of winter, a terrible cruel one that the maesters
said had lasted near three years, but Tyrion’s earliest memories were of spring.
„When I was a boy, it was said that a long summer always meant a long winter to come. This summer
has lasted nine years, Tyrion, and a tenth will soon be upon us. Think on that.“
„When I was a boy,“ Tyrion replied, „my wet nurse told me that one day, if men were good, the gods
would give the world a summer without ending. Perhaps we’ve been better than we thought, and the
Great Summer is finally at hand.“ He grinned.
The Lord Commander did not seem amused. „You are not fool enough to believe that, my lord. Already
the days grow shorter. There can be no mistake, Aemon has had letters from the Citadel, findings in
accord with his own. The end of summer stares us in the face.“ Mormont reached out and clutched
Tyrion tightly by the hand. „You must make them understand. I tell you, my lord, the darkness is coming.
There are wild things in the woods, direwolves and mammoths and snow bears the size of aurochs, and I have
seen darker shapes in my dreams.“
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