-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джордж Мартин
-
- Игра престолов
-
- Стр. 316/751
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Tyrion
glanced
over
to
where
Lady
Stark
was
dressing
Ser
Rodrik
's
wounds
.
"
I
'm
willing
if
she
is
,
"
he
said
.
The
freeriders
broke
into
laughter
,
and
Tyrion
grinned
and
thought
,
There
's
a
start
.
Afterward
he
knelt
by
the
stream
and
washed
the
blood
off
his
face
in
water
cold
as
ice
.
As
he
limped
back
to
the
others
,
he
glanced
again
at
the
slain
.
The
dead
clansmen
were
thin
,
ragged
men
,
their
horses
scrawny
and
undersized
,
with
every
rib
showing
.
What
weapons
Bronn
and
Chiggen
had
left
them
were
none
too
impressive
.
Mauls
,
clubs
,
a
scythe
...
He
remembered
the
big
man
in
the
shadowskin
cloak
who
had
dueled
Ser
Rodrik
with
a
two-handed
greatsword
,
but
when
he
found
his
corpse
sprawled
on
the
stony
ground
,
the
man
was
not
so
big
after
all
,
the
cloak
was
gone
,
and
Tyrion
saw
that
the
blade
was
badly
notched
,
its
cheap
steel
spotted
with
rust
.
Small
wonder
the
clansmen
had
left
nine
bodies
on
the
ground
.
They
had
only
three
dead
;
two
of
Lord
Bracken
's
men-at-arms
,
Kurleket
and
Mohor
,
and
his
own
man
Jyck
,
who
had
made
such
a
bold
show
with
his
bareback
charge
.
A
fool
to
the
end
,
Tyrion
thought
.
"
Lady
Stark
,
I
urge
you
to
press
on
,
with
all
haste
,
"
Ser
Willis
Wode
said
,
his
eyes
scanning
the
ridgetops
warily
through
the
slit
in
his
helm
.
"
We
drove
them
off
for
the
moment
,
but
they
will
not
have
gone
far
.
"
"
We
must
bury
our
dead
,
Ser
Willis
,
"
she
said
.
"
These
were
brave
men
.
I
will
not
leave
them
to
the
crows
and
shadowcats
.
"
"
This
soil
is
too
stony
for
digging
,
"
Ser
Willis
said
.
"
Then
we
shall
gather
stones
for
cairns
.
"
"
Gather
all
the
stones
you
want
,
"
Bronn
told
her
,
"
but
do
it
without
me
or
Chiggen
.
I
've
better
things
to
do
than
pile
rocks
on
dead
men
...
breathing
,
for
one
.
"
He
looked
over
the
rest
of
the
survivors
.
"
Any
of
you
who
hope
to
be
alive
come
nightfall
,
ride
with
us
.
"
"
My
lady
,
I
fear
he
speaks
the
truth
,
"
Ser
Rodrik
said
wearily
.
The
old
knight
had
been
wounded
in
the
fight
,
a
deep
gash
in
his
left
arm
and
a
spear
thrust
that
grazed
his
neck
,
and
he
sounded
his
age
.
"
If
we
linger
here
,
they
will
be
on
us
again
for
a
certainty
,
and
we
may
not
live
through
a
second
attack
.
"
Tyrion
could
see
the
anger
in
Catelyn
's
face
,
but
she
had
no
choice
.
"
May
the
gods
forgive
us
,
then
.
We
will
ride
at
once
.
"
