-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джордж Мартин
-
- Битва королей
-
- Стр. 32/853
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
But
on
their
second
pass
Ser
Meryn
swung
the
point
of
his
lance
to
strike
Ser
Hobber
in
the
chest
,
driving
him
from
the
saddle
to
crash
resoundingly
to
the
earth
.
Ser
Horas
cursed
and
ran
out
to
help
his
battered
brother
from
the
field
.
"
Poorly
ridden
,
"
declared
King
Joffrey
.
"
Ser
Balon
Swann
,
of
Stonehelm
in
the
Red
Watch
,
"
came
the
herald
’
s
cry
.
Wide
white
wings
ornamented
Ser
Balon
’
s
greathelm
,
and
black
and
white
swans
fought
on
his
shield
.
"
Morros
of
House
Slynt
,
heir
to
Lord
Janos
of
Harrenhal
.
"
"
Look
at
that
up
-
jumped
oaf
,
"
Joff
hooted
,
loud
enough
for
half
the
yard
to
hear
.
Morros
,
a
mere
squire
and
a
new
-
made
squire
at
that
,
was
having
difficulty
managing
lance
and
shield
.
The
lance
was
a
knight
’
s
weapon
,
Sansa
knew
,
the
Slynts
lowborn
.
Lord
Janos
had
been
no
more
than
commander
of
the
City
Watch
before
Joffrey
had
raised
him
to
Harrenhal
and
the
council
.
I
hope
he
falls
and
shames
himself
,
she
thought
bitterly
.
I
hope
Ser
Balon
kills
him
.
When
Joffrey
proclaimed
her
father
’
s
death
,
it
had
been
Janos
Slynt
who
seized
Lord
Eddard
’
s
severed
head
by
the
hair
and
raised
it
on
high
for
king
and
crowd
to
behold
,
while
Sansa
wept
and
screamed
.
Morros
wore
a
checkered
black
-
and
-
gold
cloak
over
black
armor
inlaid
with
golden
scrollwork
.
On
his
shield
was
the
bloody
spear
his
father
had
chosen
as
the
sigil
of
their
new
-
made
house
.
But
he
did
not
seem
to
know
what
to
do
with
the
shield
as
he
urged
his
horse
forward
,
and
Ser
Balon
’
s
point
struck
the
blazon
square
.
Morros
dropped
his
lance
,
fought
for
balance
,
and
lost
.
One
foot
caught
in
a
stirrup
as
he
fell
,
and
the
runaway
charger
dragged
the
youth
to
the
end
of
the
lists
,
head
bouncing
against
the
ground
.
Joff
hooted
derision
.
Sansa
was
appalled
,
wondering
if
the
gods
had
heard
her
vengeful
prayer
.
But
when
they
disentangled
Morros
Slynt
from
his
horse
,
they
found
him
bloodied
but
alive
.
"
Tommen
,
we
picked
the
wrong
foe
for
you
,
"
the
king
told
his
brother
.
"
The
straw
knight
jousts
better
than
that
one
.
"
Next
came
Ser
Horas
Redwyne
’
s
turn
.
He
fared
better
than
his
twin
,
vanquishing
an
elderly
knight
whose
mount
was
bedecked
with
silver
griffins
against
a
striped
blue
-
and
-
white
field
.
Splendid
as
he
looked
,
the
old
man
made
a
poor
contest
of
it
.
Joffrey
curled
his
lip
.
"
This
is
a
feeble
show
.
"
"
I
warned
you
,
"
said
the
Hound
.
"
Gnats
.
"
