Lost Melnibonean

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Jon and Melisandre?

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The way up proved to be a steep stony path hidden within a cleft in the rock. Most of it was natural, but here and there steps had been carved to ease the climb. Sheer walls of rock, eaten away by centuries of wind and spray, hemmed them in to either side. In some places they had assumed fantastic shapes. Nimble Dick pointed out a few as they climbed. "There's an ogre's head, see?" he said, and Brienne smiled when she saw it. "And that there's a stone dragon. T'other wing fell off when my father was a boy. Above it, that's the dugs drooping down, like some hag's teats." He glanced back at her own chest.

Brienne IV, Feast 20

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Consider these quotes, especially the first...

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“Trueborn children are made in a marriage bed and blessed by the Father and the Mother, but bastards are born of lust and weakness, he said. King Aegon decreed that his bastards were not bastards, but he could not change their nature. The High Septon said all bastards are born to betrayal . . .”

The Hedge Knight

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Cersei almost laughed. "My lord father used to say that bastards are treacherous by nature.”

Cersei X, Feast 43

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"He's bastard born. All bastards are thieves, or worse. Blood will tell."

The Mystery Knight

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“He was a boy, aye, but the boy is the father to the man, and bastards are monstrous by nature.”

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“Bastards are treacherous by nature,” he said. “It is in their blood. Betrayal comes as easily to a bastard as loyalty to trueborn men.”

 

The Princess and the Queen

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The Estermonts were her good-kin through Robert, whose father had taken one of them to wife in what must have been a fit of lust or madness. By the time Cersei wed the king, Robert's lady mother was long dead, though both of her brothers had turned up for the wedding and stayed for half a year. Robert had later insisted on returning the courtesy with a visit to Estermont, a mountainous little island off Cape Wrath. The dank and dismal fortnight Cersei spent at Greenstone, the seat of House Estermont, was the longest of her young life. Jaime dubbed the castle "Greenshit" at first sight, and soon had Cersei doing it too. Elsewise she passed her days watching her royal husband hawk, hunt, and drink with his uncles, and bludgeon various male cousins senseless in Greenshit's yard.

There had been a female cousin too, a chunky little widow with breasts as big as melons whose husband and father had both died at Storm's End during the siege. "Her father was good to me," Robert told her, "and she and I would play together when the two of us were small." It did not take him long to start playing with her again. As soon as Cersei closed her eyes, the king would steal off to console the poor lonely creature. One night she had Jaime follow him, to confirm her suspicions. When her brother returned he asked her if she wanted Robert dead. "No," she had replied, "I want him horned." She liked to think that was the night when Joffrey was conceived.

 

Cersei V, Feast 24

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Useless realization: Eustace Osgrey married Rohanne Webber - who has the same name as the wife of his precious Daemon.

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Just for fun, not because it is likely to carry meaning:

"Did the old Kings of Winter hide behind their mothers' skirts as well?"

Did the twin link so forged hide behind Stark Others Timeless whirl?

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I would like to say upon rereading Arya's 8th chapter from a Storm of Swords, Thoros tells her of a vision he's had.

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The red priest squatted down beside her. "My lady," he said, "the Lord granted me a view of Riverrun. An island in a sea of fire, it seemed. The flames were leaping lions with long crimson claws. And how they roared! A sea of Lannisters, my lady. Riverrun will soon come under attack. "

Arya felt as though he'd punched her in the belly. "No!"
 
"Sweetling," said Thoros, "the flames do not lie. Sometimes I read them wrongly, blind fool that I am. But not this time, I think. The Lannisters will soon have Riverrun under siege."

I was a bit impressed by Thoros' interpretation of the flames here as it actually happened by the end of the book (or the beginning of the next one). I knew Thoros had certain gifts, but it seems he shows a lot of promise.

 

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Also this.

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Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes…

-Sansa VI,AGoT

 

Isn't that basically how Janos Slynt died? Sansa is lethal.

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The spade slipped from Dunk’s hands. “Egg,” he cried, “run! We have to run!” But the sands were giving way beneath their feet. When the boy tried to scramble from the hole, its crumbling sides gave way and collapsed. Dunk saw the sands wash over Egg, burying him as he opened his mouth to shout. He tried to fight his way to him, but the sands were rising all around him, pulling him down into the grave, filling his mouth, his nose, his eyes…

The Sworn Sword

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“Stay off the mud, child,” counseled Septon Meribald. “The mud is not fond of strangers. If you walk in the wrong place, it will open up and swallow you.” 

“It’s only mud,” insisted Podrick."

“Until it fills your mouth and starts creeping up your nose. Then it’s death.” He smiled to take the chill off his words. “Wipe off that mud and have a slice of orange, lad.”

Brienne, Feast

Another hint at Brienne’s ancestry?

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“All the color is draining out of you, brother. You’ve become a ghost of what you were, a pale crippled thing."

No, that's  not Asha to Theon in Dance. It's Cersei to Jaime in Feast. 

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Where am I to find a master-at-arms? she wondered as she climbed to her apartments. Having refused Ser Loras, she dare not turn to any of the Kingsguard knights; that would be salt in the wound, certain to anger Highgarden. Ser Tallad? Ser Dermot? There must be someone. Tommen was growing fond of his new sworn shield, but Osney was proving himself less capable than she had hoped in the matter of Maid Margaery, and she had a different office in mind for his brother Osfryd. It was rather a pity that the Hound had gone rabid. Tommen had always been frightened of Sandor Clegane’s harsh voice and burned face, and Clegane’s scorn would have been the perfect antidote to Loras Tyrell’s simpering chivalry.

Cersei, Feast

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Ser Ilyn had been half of Jaime’s price, for swallowing his boy king’s command like a good little Lord Commander. The other half had been Ser Addam Marbrand. “I need them,” he had told his sister, and Cersei had not put up a fight. Most like she’s pleased to rid herself of them.

Jaime, Feast

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Ser Osmund came trotting back to her. Beside him rode Ser Osfryd, mounted on a stallion as golden as his cloak. Osfryd was the middle Kettleblack, quieter than his siblings, more apt to scowl than smile. And crueler as well, if the tales are true. Perhaps I should have sent him to the Wall. Grand Maester Pycelle had wanted an older man “more seasoned in the ways of war” to command the gold cloaks, and several of her other councillors had agreed with him. “Ser Osfryd is seasoned quite sufficiently,” she had told them, but even that did not shut them up.

Cersei, Feast

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Now that you mention it, I just noticed that Jaime most probably needed Marbrand to keep schtum about how easy it was to best the Commander of the Kingsguard in a duel nowadays.

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As we approach the Red Wedding, the nature of the beast resolves itself:

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There was a sound too, a low rumble at the edge of hearing, like the sound a dog makes just before he growls.(ASoS, Ch.47 Arya IX, Arya on first hearing the Green Fork on her way to the Twins)

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They heard the Green Fork before they saw it, an endless susurrus, like the growl of some great beast.(ASoS, Ch.49 Catelyn VI, Catelyn on her way to the Twins)

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The music grew still louder as they approached the castle, but under that was a deeper, darker sound: the river, the swollen Green Fork, growling like a lion in its den.(ASoS, Ch.50 Arya X)

 

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5 hours ago, Walda said:

As we approach the Red Wedding, the nature of the beast resolves itself:

Nice. 

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Mel misinterpreting a vision; Stannis tells Davos that before Renly’s death she saw

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A morrow where Renly rode out of the south in his green armor to smash my host beneath the walls of King's Landing. Had I met my brother there, it might have been me who died in place of him." "Or you might have joined your strength to his to bring down the Lannisters," Davos protested. "Why not that?

The Renly Mel saw was Garlen dressed in Renly’s armor and was a part of Stannis’ defeat. As Loras tells Jaime

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For a moment Loras Tyrell looked as though he might refuse, but in the end he remembered his vows. "My brother," he said sullenly. "Renly was taller than me, and broader in the chest. His armor was too loose on me, but it suited Garlan well."  "Was the masquerade your notion, or his?"   "Lord Littlefinger suggested it. He said it would frighten Stannis's ignorant men-at-arms."

 

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"Then they get a taste of battle.

"For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they've been gutted by an axe.

"They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they are his now. They take a wound, and when that's still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from the marching, their clothes are torn and rotting, and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water.

"If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or maybe a rusted iron halfhelm, they need to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing from the living too, from the smallfolk whose lands they're fighting in, men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it's just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that they hardly recognize. They don't know where they are or how to get back home and the lord they're fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad all in steel, and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world . . .

"And the man breaks.

"He turns and runs, or crawls off afterward over the corpses of the slain, or steals away in the black of night, and he finds someplace to hide. All thought of home is gone by then, and kings and lords and gods mean less to him than a haunch of spoiled meat that will let him live another day, or a skin of bad wine that might drown his fear for a few hours. The broken man lives from day to day, from meal to meal, more beast than man. Lady Brienne is not wrong. In times like these, the traveler must beware of broken men, and fear them . . . but he should pity them as well."

Brienne V, Feast 25

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All around the sea was full of ships. Some were burning, some were sinking, some had been smashed to splinters. Between the hulls the water was thick as stew, full of corpses, broken oars, and men clinging to the wreckage. In the distance, half a dozen of southron longships were racing back toward the Mander. Let them go, Victarion thought, let them tell the tale. Once a man had turned his tail and run from battle he ceased to be a man.

The Reaver, Feast 29

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In chapter where Renly dies, Catelyn remembers old septon named Osmynd. Noticed name because similair to Kettleblack names.

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15 minutes ago, Rise said:

In chapter where Renly dies, Catelyn remembers old septon named Osmynd. Noticed name because similair to Kettleblack names.

Just a coincidence that Petyr would have grown up with that septon, or is there something more to it? 

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If Victarion makes it back from Slaver's Bay, and if Stannis decides that Asha and Theon are more useful alive than dead, then this suggests that Nuncle Vic just might back Theon...

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Obedience came naturally to Victarion Greyjoy; he had been born to it. Growing to manhood in the shadow of his brothers, he had followed Balon dutifully in everything he did. Later, when Balon’s sons were born, he had grown to accept that one day he would kneel to them as well, when one of them took his father’s place upon the Seastone Chair. But the Drowned God had summoned Balon and his sons down to his watery halls, and Victarion could not call Euron “king” without tasting bile in his throat.

The Reaver, Feast 29

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It seems like Catelyn is having visions in the sept when she goes to pray the night before Renly and Stannis (are supposed to) do battle:

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Flickering torchlight danced across the walls, making the faces seem half alive, twisting them, changing them. The statues in the great septs of the cities wore the faces the stonemasons had given them, but these charcoal scratchings were so crude they might be anyone. The Father's face made her think of her own father, dying in his bed at Riverrun. The Warrior was Renly and Stannis, Robb and Robert, Jaime Lannister and Jon Snow. She even glimpsed Arya in those lines, just for an instant. Then a gust of wind through the door made the torch sputter, and the semblance was gone, washed away in orange glare.
 
The smoke was making her eyes burn. She rubbed at them with the heels of her scarred hands. When she looked up at the Mother again, it was her own mother she saw. Lady Minisa Tully had died in childbed, trying to give Lord Hoster a second son. The baby had perished with her, and afterward some of the life had gone out of Father...

She thinks its because she hasn't eaten but...

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Her head swam, and the sept seemed to move around her. The shadows swayed and shifted, furtive animals racing across the cracked white walls. Catelyn had not eaten today. Perhaps that had been unwise. She told herself that there had been no time, but the truth was that food had lost its savor in a world without Ned. When they took his head off, they killed me too.
 
Behind her the torch spit, and suddenly it seemed to her that it was her sister's face on the wall, though the eyes were harder than she recalled, not Lysa's eyes but Cersei's. Cersei is a mother too. No matter who fathered those children, she felt them kick inside her, brought them forth with her pain and blood, nursed them at her breast. If they are truly Jaime's . . .

It could just be her mind playing tricks on her. Since R'hllor's followers worship him through fire, this could all just be foreshadowing of her future resurrection.

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19 hours ago, Lost Melnibonean said:

Just a coincidence that Petyr would have grown up with that septon, or is there something more to it? 

There might be, he might be either Oswells father or brother.

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On 12/15/2016 at 0:47 PM, Seams said:

Just for fun, not because it is likely to carry meaning:

"Did the old Kings of Winter hide behind their mothers' skirts as well?"

Did the twin link so forged hide behind Stark Others Timeless whirl?

;)

Oh, I don't know if you've mentioned this yet on your 'Kings of Winter' thread yet -- Craster derived from Greek 'Aster'=star ...So, definite connection to Star-ks.

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2 minutes ago, ravenous reader said:

;)

Oh, I don't know if you've mentioned this yet on your 'Kings of Winter' thread yet -- Craster derived from Greek 'Aster'=star ...So, definite connection to Star-ks.

Excellent catch! That could go on the "Craster is a Stark" thread, too.

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