Tyrion

           "IdonotsleepasIdidwhenIwasyounger,"GrandMaesterPycelletoldhim,bywayofapologyforthedawnmeeting."Iwouldsoonerbeup,thoughtheworldbedark,thanlierestlessabed,frettingontasksundone,"hesaidthoughhisheavy-liddedeyesmadehimlookhalf-asleepashesaidit.

           Intheairychambersbeneaththerookery,hisgirlservedthemboiledeggs,stewedplums,andporridge,whilePycelleservedthepontifications."Inthesesadtimes,whensomanyhunger,Ithinkitonlyfittingtokeepmytablespare."

           "Commendable,"Tyrionadmitted,breakingalargebrowneggthatremindedhimundulyoftheGrandMaester’sbaldspottedhead."Itakeadifferentview.IfthereisfoodIeatit,incasethereisnoneonthemorrow."Hesmiled."Tellme,areyourravensearlyrisersaswell?"

           Pycellestrokedthesnowybeardthatfloweddownhischest."Tobesure.ShallIsendforquillandinkafterwehaveeaten?"

           "Noneed."Tyrionlaidthelettersonthetablebesidehisporridge,twinparchmentstightlyrolledandsealedwithwaxatbothends."Sendyourgirlaway,sowecantalk."

           "Leaveus,child,"Pycellecommanded.Theservinggirlhurriedfromtheroom."Theseletters,now..."

           "FortheeyesofDoranMartell,PrinceofDorne."Tyrionpeeledthecrackedshellawayfromhiseggandtookabite.Itwantedsalt."Oneletter,intwocopies.Sendyourswiftestbirds.Thematterisofgreatimport."

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 345 из 1267