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asoiaf book moments that give me heart disease 10
Monday, 8 March 2021 15:26 The boy began to cough and spit, and his eyes blinked open, full of fear.
Another one returned. It was a sign of the Drowned God's favor, men said. Every other priest lost a man from time to time, even Tarle the Thrice-Drowned, who had once been thought so holy that he was picked to crown a king. But never Aeron Greyjoy. He was the Damphair, who had seen the god's own watery halls and returned to tell of it. "Rise," he told the sputtering boy as he slapped him on his naked back. "You have drowned and been returned to us. What is dead can never die."
"But rises." The boy coughed violently, bringing up more water. "Rises again." Every word was brought with pain, but that was the way of the world; a man must fight to live. "Rises again." Emmond staggered to his feet. "Harder. And stronger." "Tommen has his mother." Ser Kevan's green eyes met her own, unblinking. A last drop of wine trembled wet and red beneath his chin, and finally fell. "Aye," he added softly, after a pause, "and his father too, I think." "Maester," he said, shaking him gently by one shoulder. "Maester Aemon, wake up."
Aemon's blind white eyes came open. "Egg?" he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. "Egg, I dreamed that I was old."
Sam did not know what to do. He knelt and scooped the old man up and carried him below. No one had ever called him strong, and the rain had soaked through Maester Aemon's blacks to make him twice as heavy, but even so, he weighed no more than a child.
Brienne lowered Oathkeeper. "Dig a grave. There, beneath the weirwood." She pointed with her blade.
"I have no spade."
"You have two hands." One more than you left Jaime.
"Why bother? Leave them for the crows."
"Timeon and Pyg can feed the crows. Nimble Dick will have a grave. He was a Crabb. This is his place."
The ground was soft from rain, but even so it took the fool the rest of the day to dig down deep enough. Night was falling by the time he was done, and his hands were bloody and blistered, Brienne sheathed Oathkeeper, gathered up Dick Crabb, and carried him to the hole. His face was hard to look upon. "I'm sorry that I never trusted you. I don't know how to do that anymore."
"You sound as if you pity him," said Brienne.
"I did. You would have pitied him as well, if you had seen him at the end. I came upon him by the Trident, drawn by the cries of his pain. He begged me for the gift of mercy, but I am sworn not to kill again. Instead, I bathed hes fevered brow with river water, and gave him wine to drink and a poultice for his wound, but my efforts were too little and too late. The Hound died, there, in my arms. You may have seen a big black stallion in our stables. That was his warhorse, Stranger. A blasphemous name. We prefer to call him Driftwood, as he was found beside the river. I fear he has his former master's nature."
"It is true, then," she said. "Sandor Clegane is dead."
"He is at rest."
Another one returned. It was a sign of the Drowned God's favor, men said. Every other priest lost a man from time to time, even Tarle the Thrice-Drowned, who had once been thought so holy that he was picked to crown a king. But never Aeron Greyjoy. He was the Damphair, who had seen the god's own watery halls and returned to tell of it. "Rise," he told the sputtering boy as he slapped him on his naked back. "You have drowned and been returned to us. What is dead can never die."
"But rises." The boy coughed violently, bringing up more water. "Rises again." Every word was brought with pain, but that was the way of the world; a man must fight to live. "Rises again." Emmond staggered to his feet. "Harder. And stronger."
(affc, 25)
the iron islands culture/religion + the greyjoys in general are soooo epic in affc and adwd...drowning and being reucssiated is such a righteous rite of passage TO ME! what is dead may never die....
(affc, 163)
the reveal that kevan knows about cersei and jaime YEHAAAAAA it just fucking cuts right through all the bullshit cersei is saying and doing in this chapter.
Aemon's blind white eyes came open. "Egg?" he said, as the rain streamed down his cheeks. "Egg, I dreamed that I was old."
Sam did not know what to do. He knelt and scooped the old man up and carried him below. No one had ever called him strong, and the rain had soaked through Maester Aemon's blacks to make him twice as heavy, but even so, he weighed no more than a child.
(affc, 316)
yes its me #1 maester aemon fan...i was so depressi knowing that he was just slowly dying and that he would never know jon was his family while they were still together at the wall...PAIN
Brienne lowered Oathkeeper. "Dig a grave. There, beneath the weirwood." She pointed with her blade.
"I have no spade."
"You have two hands." One more than you left Jaime.
"Why bother? Leave them for the crows."
"Timeon and Pyg can feed the crows. Nimble Dick will have a grave. He was a Crabb. This is his place."
The ground was soft from rain, but even so it took the fool the rest of the day to dig down deep enough. Night was falling by the time he was done, and his hands were bloody and blistered, Brienne sheathed Oathkeeper, gathered up Dick Crabb, and carried him to the hole. His face was hard to look upon. "I'm sorry that I never trusted you. I don't know how to do that anymore."
(affc, 421)
brienne of tarth perfeito!!! i love her so much. only person honorable enough to be a knight.
"You sound as if you pity him," said Brienne.
"I did. You would have pitied him as well, if you had seen him at the end. I came upon him by the Trident, drawn by the cries of his pain. He begged me for the gift of mercy, but I am sworn not to kill again. Instead, I bathed hes fevered brow with river water, and gave him wine to drink and a poultice for his wound, but my efforts were too little and too late. The Hound died, there, in my arms. You may have seen a big black stallion in our stables. That was his warhorse, Stranger. A blasphemous name. We prefer to call him Driftwood, as he was found beside the river. I fear he has his former master's nature."
"It is true, then," she said. "Sandor Clegane is dead."
"He is at rest."
(affc, 670)
uggghhhh the ultimate tenderhounding. also grrm doling out this convo right after heavily implying that the hound is alive on the quiet isle as their gravedigger...grrm you evil bitch!!! the hound + brienne being foils and passing like ships in the night on the one place in westoros free from the war is so magical to me.
