-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джордж Мартин
-
- Игра престолов
-
- Стр. 36/751
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Now
it
was
perfume
that
clung
to
him
like
perfume
,
and
he
had
a
girth
to
match
his
height
.
Ned
had
last
seen
the
king
nine
years
before
during
Balon
Greyjoy
's
rebellion
,
when
the
stag
and
the
direwolf
had
joined
to
end
the
pretensions
of
the
self-proclaimed
King
of
the
IronIslands
.
Since
the
night
they
had
stood
side
by
side
in
Greyjoy
's
fallen
stronghold
,
where
Robert
had
accepted
the
rebel
lord
's
surrender
and
Ned
had
taken
his
son
Theon
as
hostage
and
ward
,
the
king
had
gained
at
least
eight
stone
.
A
beard
as
coarse
and
black
as
iron
wire
covered
his
jaw
to
hide
his
double
chin
and
the
sag
of
the
royal
jowls
,
but
nothing
could
hide
his
stomach
or
the
dark
circles
under
his
eyes
.
Yet
Robert
was
Ned
's
king
now
,
and
not
just
a
friend
,
so
he
said
only
,
"
Your
Grace
.
Winterfell
is
yours
.
"
By
then
the
others
were
dismounting
as
well
,
and
grooms
were
coming
forward
for
their
mounts
.
Robert
's
queen
,
Cersei
Lannister
,
entered
on
foot
with
her
younger
children
.
The
wheelhouse
in
which
they
had
ridden
,
a
huge
double-decked
carriage
of
oiled
oak
and
gilded
metal
pulled
by
forty
heavy
draft
horses
,
was
too
wide
to
pass
through
the
castle
gate
.
Ned
knelt
in
the
snow
to
kiss
the
queen
's
ring
,
while
Robert
embraced
Catelyn
like
a
long-lost
sister
.
Then
the
children
had
been
brought
forward
,
introduced
,
and
approved
of
by
both
sides
.
No
sooner
had
those
formalities
of
greeting
been
completed
than
the
king
had
said
to
his
host
,
"
Take
me
down
to
your
crypt
,
Eddard
.
I
would
pay
my
respects
.
"
Ned
loved
him
for
that
,
for
remembering
her
still
after
all
these
years
.
He
called
for
a
lantern
.
No
other
words
were
needed
.
The
queen
had
begun
to
protest
.
They
had
been
riding
since
dawn
,
everyone
was
tired
and
cold
,
surely
they
should
refresh
themselves
first
.
The
dead
would
wait
.
She
had
said
no
more
than
that
;
Robert
had
looked
at
her
,
and
her
twin
brother
Jaime
had
taken
her
quietly
by
the
arm
,
and
she
had
said
no
more
.
They
went
down
to
the
crypt
together
,
Ned
and
this
king
he
scarcely
recognized
.
The
winding
stone
steps
were
narrow
.
Ned
went
first
with
the
lantern
.
"
I
was
starting
to
think
we
would
never
reach
Winterfell
,
"
Robert
complained
as
they
descended
.
"
In
the
south
,
the
way
they
talk
about
my
Seven
Kingdoms
,
a
man
forgets
that
your
part
is
as
big
as
the
other
six
combined
.
"
"
I
trust
you
enjoyed
the
journey
,
Your
Grace
?
"
Robert
snorted
.
"
Bogs
and
forests
and
fields
,
and
scarcely
a
decent
inn
north
of
the
Neck
.
I
've
never
seen
such
a
vast
emptiness
.
Where
are
all
your
people
?
"
"
Likely
they
were
too
shy
to
come
out
,
"
Ned
jested
.
He
could
feel
the
chill
coming
up
the
stairs
,
a
cold
breath
from
deep
within
the
earth
.
"
Kings
are
a
rare
sight
in
the
north
.
"
