-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джордж Мартин
-
- Битва королей
-
- Стр. 61/853
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
It
made
Bran
feel
queer
when
they
called
him
prince
,
though
he
was
Robb
’
s
heir
,
and
Robb
was
King
in
the
North
now
.
He
turned
his
head
to
howl
at
the
guard
.
"
Oooooooo
.
Oo
-
oo
-
oooooooooooo
.
"
Hayhead
screwed
up
his
face
.
"
Now
you
stop
that
there
.
"
"
Ooo
-
ooo
-
Oooooo
.
Ooo
-
Ooo
-
Ooooooooooooooooo
.
"
The
guardsman
retreated
.
When
he
came
back
,
Maester
Luwin
was
with
him
,
all
in
grey
,
his
chain
tight
about
his
neck
.
"
Bran
,
those
beasts
make
sufficient
noise
without
your
help
.
"
He
crossed
the
room
and
put
his
hand
on
the
boy
’
s
brow
.
"
The
hour
grows
late
,
you
ought
to
be
fast
asleep
.
"
"
I
’
m
talking
to
the
wolves
.
"
Bran
brushed
the
hand
away
.
"
Shall
I
have
Hayhead
carry
you
to
your
bed
?
"
"
I
can
get
to
bed
myself
.
"
Mikken
had
hammered
a
row
of
iron
bars
into
the
wall
,
so
Bran
could
pull
himself
about
the
room
with
his
arms
.
It
was
slow
and
hard
and
it
made
his
shoulders
ache
,
but
he
hated
being
carried
.
"
Anyway
,
I
don
’
t
have
to
sleep
if
I
don
’
t
want
to
.
"
"
All
men
must
sleep
,
Bran
.
Even
princes
.
"
"
When
I
sleep
I
turn
into
a
wolf
.
"
Bran
turned
his
face
away
and
looked
back
out
into
the
night
.
"
Do
wolves
dream
?
"
"
All
creatures
dream
,
I
think
,
yet
not
as
men
do
.
"
