-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джордж Мартин
-
- Игра престолов
-
- Стр. 33/751
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
The
palanquin
slowed
and
stopped
.
The
curtains
were
thrown
back
,
and
a
slave
offered
a
hand
to
help
Daenerys
out
.
His
collar
,
she
noted
,
was
ordinary
bronze
.
Her
brother
followed
,
one
hand
still
clenched
hard
around
his
sword
hilt
.
It
took
two
strong
men
to
get
Magister
Illyrio
back
on
his
feet
.
Inside
the
manse
,
the
air
was
heavy
with
the
scent
of
spices
,
pinchfire
and
sweet
lemon
and
cinnamon
.
They
were
escorted
across
the
entry
hall
,
where
a
mosaic
of
colored
glass
depicted
the
Doom
of
Valyria
.
Oil
burned
in
black
iron
lanterns
all
along
the
walls
.
Beneath
an
arch
of
twining
stone
leaves
,
a
eunuch
sang
their
coming
.
"
Viserys
of
the
House
Targaryen
,
the
Third
of
his
Name
,
"
he
called
in
a
high
,
sweet
voice
,
"
King
of
the
Andals
and
the
Rhoynar
and
the
First
Men
,
Lord
of
the
SevenKingdoms
and
Protector
of
the
Realm
.
His
sister
,
Daenerys
Stormborn
,
Princess
of
Dragonstone
.
His
honorable
host
,
Illyrio
Mopatis
,
Magister
of
the
Free
City
of
Pentos
.
"
They
stepped
past
the
eunuch
into
a
pillared
courtyard
overgrown
in
pale
ivy
.
Moonlight
painted
the
leaves
in
shades
of
bone
and
silver
as
the
guests
drifted
among
them
.
Many
were
Dothraki
horselords
,
big
men
with
red-brown
skin
,
their
drooping
mustachios
bound
in
metal
rings
,
their
black
hair
oiled
and
braided
and
hung
with
bells
.
Yet
among
them
moved
bravos
and
sellswords
from
Pentos
and
Myr
and
Tyrosh
,
a
red
priest
even
fatter
than
Illyrio
,
hairy
men
from
the
Port
of
Ibben
,
and
lords
from
the
Summer
Isles
with
skin
as
black
as
ebony
.
Daenerys
looked
at
them
all
in
wonder
...
and
realized
,
with
a
sudden
start
of
fear
,
that
she
was
the
only
woman
there
.
Illyrio
whispered
to
them
.
"
Those
three
are
Drogo
's
bloodriders
,
there
,
"
he
said
.
"
By
the
pillar
is
Khal
Moro
,
with
his
son
Rhogoro
.
The
man
with
the
green
beard
is
brother
to
the
Archon
of
Tyrosh
,
and
the
man
behind
him
is
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
.
"
The
last
name
caught
Daenerys
.
"
A
knight
?
"
"
No
less
.
"
Illyrio
smiled
through
his
beard
.
"
Anointed
with
the
seven
oils
by
the
High
Septon
himself
.
"
"
What
is
he
doing
here
?
"
she
blurted
.
"
The
Usurper
wanted
his
head
,
"
Illyrio
told
them
.
"
Some
trifling
affront
.
He
sold
some
poachers
to
a
Tyroshi
slaver
instead
of
giving
them
to
the
Night
's
Watch
.
Absurd
law
.
A
man
should
be
able
to
do
as
he
likes
with
his
own
chattel
.
"
"
I
shall
wish
to
speak
with
Ser
Jorah
before
the
night
is
done
,
"
her
brother
said
.
Dany
found
herself
looking
at
the
knight
curiously
.
He
was
an
older
man
,
past
forty
and
balding
,
but
still
strong
and
fit
.
Instead
of
silks
and
cottons
,
he
wore
wool
and
leather
.
His
tunic
was
a
dark
green
,
embroidered
with
the
likeness
of
a
black
bear
standing
on
two
legs
.
