-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джордж Мартин
-
- Игра престолов
-
- Стр. 426/751
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Take
care
of
the
horses
,
"
Bronn
said
,
unsheathing
the
long
dirk
he
wore
at
his
hip
.
He
strode
into
the
trees
.
An
hour
later
the
horses
had
been
rubbed
down
and
fed
,
the
fire
was
crackling
away
merrily
,
and
a
haunch
of
a
young
goat
was
turning
above
the
flames
,
spitting
and
hissing
.
"
All
we
lack
now
is
some
good
wine
to
wash
down
our
kid
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
That
,
a
woman
,
and
another
dozen
swords
,
"
Bronn
said
.
He
sat
cross-legged
beside
the
fire
,
honing
the
edge
of
his
longsword
with
an
oilstone
.
There
was
something
strangely
reassuring
about
the
rasping
sound
it
made
when
he
drew
it
down
the
steel
.
"
It
will
be
full
dark
soon
,
"
the
sellsword
pointed
out
.
"
I
'll
take
first
watch
...
for
all
the
good
it
will
do
us
.
It
might
be
kinder
to
let
them
kill
us
in
our
sleep
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
imagine
they
'll
be
here
long
before
it
comes
to
sleep
.
"
The
smell
of
the
roasting
meat
made
Tyrion
's
mouth
water
.
Bronn
watched
him
across
the
fire
.
"
You
have
a
plan
,
"
he
said
flatly
,
with
a
scrape
of
steel
on
stone
.
"
A
hope
,
call
it
,
"
Tyrion
said
.
"
Another
toss
of
the
dice
.
"
"
With
our
lives
as
the
stake
?
"
Tyrion
shrugged
.
"
What
choice
do
we
have
?
"
He
leaned
over
the
fire
and
sawed
a
thin
slice
of
meat
from
the
kid
.
"
Ahhhh
,
"
he
sighed
happily
as
he
chewed
.
Grease
ran
down
his
chin
.
"
A
bit
tougher
than
I
'd
like
,
and
in
want
of
spicing
,
but
I
'll
not
complain
too
loudly
.
If
I
were
back
at
the
Eyrie
,
I
'd
be
dancing
on
a
precipice
in
hopes
of
a
boiled
bean
.
"
"
And
yet
you
gave
the
turnkey
a
purse
of
gold
,
"
Bronn
said
.
"
A
Lannister
always
pays
his
debts
.
"
