Игра престолов

Jon

           Hesnaggedaroastedonion,drippingbrownwithgravy,fromanearbytrencherandbitintoit.Itcrunched.

           Hisunclewassharp-featuredandgauntasamountaincrag,buttherewasalwaysahintoflaughterinhisblue-greyeyes.Hedressedinblack,asbefittedamanoftheNight’sWatch.Tonightitwasrichblackvelvet,withhighleatherbootsandawidebeltwithasilverbuckle.Aheavysilverchainwasloopedroundhisneck.BenjenwatchedGhostwithamusementasheatehisonion."Averyquietwolf,"heobserved.

           "He’snotliketheothers,"Jonsaid."Henevermakesasound.That’swhyInamedhimGhost.That,andbecausehe’swhite.Theothersarealldark,greyorblack."

           "TherearestilldirewolvesbeyondtheWall.Wehearthemonourrangings."BenjenStarkgaveJonalonglook."Don’tyouusuallyeatattablewithyourbrothers?"

           "Mosttimes,"Jonansweredinaflatvoice."ButtonightLadyStarkthoughtitmightgiveinsulttotheroyalfamilytoseatabastardamongthem."

           "Isee."Hisuncleglancedoverhisshoulderattheraisedtableatthefarendofthehall."Mybrotherdoesnotseemveryfestivetonight."

           Jonhadnoticedthattoo.Abastardhadtolearntonoticethings,toreadthetruththatpeoplehidbehindtheireyes.Hisfatherwasobservingallthecourtesies,buttherewastightnessinhimthatJonhadseldomseenbefore.Hesaidlittle,lookingoutoverthehallwithhoodedeyes,seeingnothing.Twoseatsaway,thekinghadbeendrinkingheavilyallnight.Hisbroadfacewasflushedbehindhisgreatblackbeard.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 67 из 1073