-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джордж Мартин
-
- Игра престолов
-
- Стр. 38/751
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Ned
stopped
at
last
and
lifted
the
oil
lantern
.
The
crypt
continued
on
into
darkness
ahead
of
them
,
but
beyond
this
point
the
tombs
were
empty
and
unsealed
;
black
holes
waiting
for
their
dead
,
waiting
for
him
and
his
children
.
Ned
did
not
like
to
think
on
that
.
"
Here
,
"
he
told
his
king
.
Robert
nodded
silently
,
knelt
,
and
bowed
his
head
.
There
were
three
tombs
,
side
by
side
.
Lord
Rickard
Stark
,
Ned
's
father
,
had
a
long
,
stern
face
.
The
stonemason
had
known
him
well
.
He
sat
with
quiet
dignity
,
stone
fingers
holding
tight
to
the
sword
across
his
lap
,
but
in
life
all
swords
had
failed
him
.
In
two
smaller
sepulchres
on
either
side
were
his
children
.
Brandon
had
been
twenty
when
he
died
,
strangled
by
order
of
the
Mad
King
Aerys
Targaryen
only
a
few
short
days
before
he
was
to
wed
Catelyn
Tully
of
Riverrun
.
His
father
had
been
forced
to
watch
him
die
.
He
was
the
true
heir
,
the
eldest
,
born
to
rule
.
Lyanna
had
only
been
sixteen
,
a
child-woman
of
surpassing
loveliness
.
Ned
had
loved
her
with
all
his
heart
.
Robert
had
loved
her
even
more
.
She
was
to
have
been
his
bride
.
"
She
was
more
beautiful
than
that
,
"
the
king
said
after
a
silence
.
His
eyes
lingered
on
Lyanna
's
face
,
as
if
he
could
will
her
back
to
life
.
Finally
he
rose
,
made
awkward
by
his
weight
.
"
Ah
,
damn
it
,
Ned
,
did
you
have
to
bury
her
in
a
place
like
this
?
"
His
voice
was
hoarse
with
remembered
grief
.
"
She
deserved
more
than
darkness
...
"
"
She
was
a
Stark
of
Winterfell
,
"
Ned
said
quietly
.
"
This
is
her
place
.
"
"
She
should
be
on
a
hill
somewhere
,
under
a
fruit
tree
,
with
the
sun
and
clouds
above
her
and
the
rain
to
wash
her
clean
.
"
"
I
was
with
her
when
she
died
,
"
Ned
reminded
the
king
.
"
She
wanted
to
come
home
,
to
rest
beside
Brandon
and
Father
.
"
He
could
hear
her
still
at
times
.
Promise
me
,
she
had
cried
,
in
a
room
that
smelled
of
blood
and
roses
.
Promise
me
,
Ned
.
The
fever
had
taken
her
strength
and
her
voice
had
been
faint
as
a
whisper
,
but
when
he
gave
her
his
word
,
the
fear
had
gone
out
of
his
sister
's
eyes
.
Ned
remembered
the
way
she
had
smiled
then
,
how
tightly
her
fingers
had
clutched
his
as
she
gave
up
her
hold
on
life
,
the
rose
petals
spilling
from
her
palm
,
dead
and
black
.
After
that
he
remembered
nothing
.
They
had
found
him
still
holding
her
body
,
silent
with
grief
.
The
little
crannogman
,
Howland
Reed
,
had
taken
her
hand
from
his
.
Ned
could
recall
none
of
it
.
"
I
bring
her
flowers
when
I
can
,
"
he
said
.
"
Lyanna
was
...
fond
of
flowers
.
"
