Игра престолов

Prologue

           "Canyouseeanything?" Hewasturninginaslowcircle,suddenlywary,hisswordinhand. Hemusthavefeltthem,asWillfeltthem. Therewasnothingtosee. "Answerme!Whyisitsocold?" 

           Itwascold. Shivering,Willclungmoretightlytohisperch. Hisfacepressedhardagainstthetrunkofthesentinel. Hecouldfeelthesweet,stickysaponhischeek. 

           Ashadowemergedfromthedarkofthewood.ItstoodinfrontofRoyce. Tall,itwas,andgauntandhardasoldbones,withfleshpaleasmilk. Itsarmorseemedtochangecolorasitmoved; hereitwaswhiteasnew-fallensnow,thereblackasshadow,everywheredappledwiththedeepgrey-greenofthetrees. Thepatternsranlikemoonlightonwaterwitheverystepittook. 

           WillheardthebreathgooutofSerWaymarRoyceinalonghiss. "Comenofarther,"thelordlingwarned.Hisvoicecrackedlikeaboy’s. Hethrewthelongsablecloakbackoverhisshoulders,tofreehisarmsforbattle,andtookhisswordinbothhands. Thewindhadstopped.Itwasverycold. 

           TheOtherslidforwardonsilentfeet. InitshandwasalongswordlikenonethatWillhadeverseen. Nohumanmetalhadgoneintotheforgingofthatblade. Itwasalivewithmoonlight,translucent,ashardofcrystalsothinthatitseemedalmosttovanishwhenseenedge-on. Therewasafaintblueshimmertothething,aghost-lightthatplayedarounditsedges, andsomehowWillknewitwassharperthananyrazor. 

           SerWaymarmethimbravely."Dancewithmethen." Heliftedhisswordhighoverhishead,defiant. 

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