This Wednesday is April 23, San Jorge and Sant Jordi, and International Book day. And from the seven kingdoms we wanted to celebrate it with you remembering Some of the best quotes in the Song and fire Song Saga, chosen by yourself.
Of the first installment of the saga, Game of Throneswe are going to stay with two: that of one of the winners of the specimens of the saga two years ago, The oath of the Night Guard …
«The night is coming, now my guard begins. It will not end until the day of my death. I will not take a wife, I will not possess land, I will not engender children. I will not carry a crown, I will not reach glory. I will live and die in my position. I am the sword in the dark. I am the wall guard. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that awakens the sleeping ones, the shield that defends the kingdoms of men. I give my life and my honor to the night guard, during tonight and all those that are to come. »
… and the winner of the raffle of the enlightened edition of Game of Thrones, the Robb proclamation as king in the north
Why are they going to reign on me and mine, from a flowery throne in Altojardín or Dorne? What do they know about the wall, or the wolves forest, or the first men? If they even worship other gods! And that the others also take the Lannister, I’m fed up with them! He handed his hand on his back and unleashed the immense mandoble. Why don’t we govern ourselves again? We swore loyalty to dragons, and dragons are all dead. He pointed to Robb with the sword. This is the only king to whom I plan to bend my knee, my lords, ”he said. The king in the north! And he knelt, and put the sword at Robb’s feet.
“With those conditions I will sign peace,” Lord Karstark said. That they stay with its red castle, and with its iron chair. The pod’s sword said. The king in the north! He exclaimed, kneeling next to the great Jon.
“The King of winter!” Said Maege Mormont getting up to put the barbecue with the swords.
Also the river lords rose: Blackwood, Bracken, Mallister, houses that Wintering had never governed, but Catelyn saw how they got up, drew their weapons, folded their knees and shouted the ancient slogans that had not heard in the kingdom for more than three hundred years, since the dragon would unify the seven kingdoms … but at that time they were listening again. Among the beams of his father’s room.
“The king in the north!”
“The king in the north!”
“The king in the north!”
Of Shock of Kings We are going to choose two: also the winner of the original contest, that of the Summer Knights …
“You are wrong Lady Catelyn.” -Brienne nailed into her eyes as blue as her armor -. «For people like us, winter never arrives. If we fall into combat songs will be sung about us, and in the songs it is always summer. In the songs all gentlemen are gallant, all maidens are beautiful and always shines the sun. »
and this iconic fragment of the Eternal house:
“Viserys,” was the first thing he thought when he stopped again, but when looking at him more attention he changed his mind. That man He had the same hair as his brother, but he was taller, and his eyes were dark indigo colornot liliaceaos.
—Aegon Said the throne man to a woman who breastfeeding a newborn in a large wooden bed. What better name for a king?
“Will you compose a song for him?” Asked the woman.
“He has a song,” the man replied. He is the prince who was promised; His is the song of ice and fire. “To say that, she looked up, her eyes met Dany’s, and it was as if she saw her on the other side of the door. There must be one more He said, although he didn’t know if he talked to her or the woman in the bed. The dragon has three heads.
He went to the embedded seat under the window, He took an harp and stroked the silver strings. A sweet sadness impregnated the room when the man, the woman and the baby faded like the mist in the morning, and only the music remained to spur it on their way
Sword storm we also first chose the winner of the raffle, on The two faces of the Targaryen:
« – Only King Jaehaeys told me that madness and greatness are nothing more than two faces of the same currency. According to him, every time a Targaryen was born the gods threw the coin into the air and the whole world contained the breath to see which side it fell. »
… And we choose the latter, which are from the final pages of the book, the First epilogue that appeared in the saga, with the irruption of Lady Heart of stone:
The cape and neck of the robe hid the pit that his brother’s dagger had made, but he had his face even worse than he remembered. In the water, the meat had become soft like a flan, and had the color of cut milk. He had lost half of his hair, and the rest had become white and brittle like an old woman. Under the mistreated scalp, the face was a torn leather knead and black blood, where she herself had destroyed her with her nails. But the eyes were the most frightening. The eyes saw him and hated him.
“He doesn’t speak,” said the man from the yellow cape. The neck cut was too deep for that, Canallas. But remember everything. He turned to the dead woman. What do you say, my lady? Did you take part in the massacre?
Lady Catelyn’s eyes did not get away from his own. Nodded.
Merrett Frey opened his mouth to beg, but the sliding knot drowned the words. The feet separated from the ground, and the rope fell into the tender meat, under the chin. They raised him while kicking, discussed and twisted. Above. Above. Above.
Of Festin of crows We bring you again the winner of the draw, on the knowledge...
«Knowledge can also be dangerous. The wise can become arrogant in their wisdom »
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… And I couldn’t miss the Speech of broken men proclaimed by septon Mribald
Bardes like songs of good men who are forced to skip the law to fight an evil man, but most bandits look more like that rabid dog than the Lord of Lightning. They are evil men, instigated by greed, bitter for the taimada life; They despise the gods and only care about themselves.
Broken men They can be equally dangerous, but they are also worthy of compassion. Almost all are simple people, men of the town who had never been to more than half a league in the house where they were born until one day, any man took them to the guerra. Bad dresses and bad shoes, they march after their banners, sometimes Without further weapons than a scythe or a sickleor a mace that they have made themselves by binding a stone to a stick with leather strips.
The brothers march with the brothers; the children, with the parents; Friends, with friends. They have heard the songs and anecdotes, so they walk with the yearning heart, dreaming of the wonders they will see, with the riches and glory they will achieve. The guerra It seems a great aventurathe eldest that most of them will live.
Then they try the fight.
Some know They break As soon as you try it. Others endure years, until they lose the account of the battles in which they have intervened, but someone who survives one hundred fights can break in one hundred one. The brothers see expire The parents lose their children, the friends see their friends try to get the guts again after they have cracked an ax.
Come to the Lord who took them there and, suddenly, Another lord shouts that now serve him. They receive a wound and, when they still have it half cure, they receive another. They never have enough food; Footwear falls apart from walking so much; The clothes are torn and rot, and half shit into the panties because it has drunk water that was not potable.
If you want new boots, a hotter layer or, perhaps, a rusty iron and remove it to a corpse; They also take time to steal the living, the villagers in whose lands fight, men like those who were themselves before. They are killed by the sheep and stole the chickens, and from there to take their daughters there is only one step. And one day they look around and realize that all their relatives and friends have missingthat they fight next to strangers and under a banner that they do not even identify. They don’t know where they are or how to return home; The man for whom they fight does not know what they are called, but there is always, shouting them That they form a line with their spears, their huces, their scythes, to defend the position. And the gentlemen fall on them, faceless men wrapped in steel, and rumble of their attack seems to fill the world …
And man breaks.
Turn around and Huyeor crawls between the bodies of the fallen, or sneaks in the middle of the night and looks for a place where hide. At that point, broken men They don’t even think about returning home. The kings, the gentlemen and the gods care less than a piece of rotten meat that allows them live one more dayor a sour wine skin with which to drown your fears for a few hours. They live from day to day, food in food; are More animals than humans. Lady Brienne is not wrong: in these times, travelers must take care of broken men, and fear them … but they should also pity it.
And we conclude with Dragons dance. We continue to keep the winning appointment of the draw, with Jon Connington reflecting on the passage of time
«The way ahead was full of dangers, I knew. And what with that? All men must die. The only thing he asked was time, he had so much expected that the gods would give him a few more years, enough time to see the boy who had called a son sitting on the iron throne. To claim your land, your name, your honor. To silence the bells that sounded so high in their dreams every time he closed his eyes to sleep. »
And to say goodbye, the most literary quotation in the world, work by Jojen Reed:
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he died,” Jojen said. He who never reads lives only one.
For dessert, we bring you in this case a fragment read from the Wonderful beginning of the wandering knight narrated by Carmen Colodrón, professional dubbing actress.
