Игра престолов

Prologue

           Thepaleswordbitthroughtheringmailbeneathhisarm. Theyounglordcriedoutinpain. Bloodwelledbetweentherings. Itsteamedinthecold,andthedropletsseemedredasfirewheretheytouchedthesnow. SerWaymar’sfingersbrushedhisside.Hismoleskinglovecameawaysoakedwithred. 

           TheOthersaidsomethinginalanguagethatWilldidnotknow, hisvoicewaslikethecrackingoficeonawinterlake, andthewordsweremocking. 

           SerWaymarRoycefoundhisfury. "ForRobert!"heshouted,andhecameupsnarling, liftingthefrost-coveredlongswordwithbothhandsandswingingitaroundinaflatsidearmslashwithallhisweightbehindit. TheOther’sparrywasalmostlazy. 

           Whenthebladestouched,thesteelshattered. 

           Ascreamechoedthroughtheforestnight, andthelongswordshiveredintoahundredbrittlepieces,theshardsscatteringlikearainofneedles. Roycewenttohisknees,shrieking,andcoveredhiseyes. Bloodwelledbetweenhisfingers. 

           Thewatchersmovedforwardtogether,asifsomesignalhadbeengiven. Swordsroseandfell,allinadeathlysilence. Itwascoldbutchery. Thepalebladesslicedthroughringmailasifitweresilk. Willclosedhiseyes. Farbeneathhim,heheardtheirvoicesandlaughtersharpasicicles. 

           Whenhefoundthecouragetolookagain,alongtimehadpassed, andtheridgebelowwasempty. 

           Hestayedinthetree,scarcedaringtobreathe, whilethemooncreptslowlyacrosstheblacksky. Finally,hismusclescrampingandhisfingersnumbwithcold,heclimbeddown 

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