grrm.astormofswords-第33章

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　Riverrun　and　bring　Robb　home　with　all　his　army。　Then　it　wouldn't　matter　who　knew　I　was　alive。　Robb　wouldn't　let　anyone　hurt　us。〃
　〃Hodor！〃　burped　Hodor。　〃Hodor；　hodor。〃
　He　was　the　only　one　who　liked　Bran's　plan；　though。　Meera　just　smiled　at　him　and　Jojen　frowned。　They　never　listened　to　what　he　wanted；　even　though　Bran　was　a　Stark　and　a　prince　besides；　and　the　Reeds　of　the　Neck　were　Stark　bannermen。
　〃Hoooodor；〃　said　Hodor；　swaying。　〃Hooooooodor；　hoooooodor；　hoDOR；　hoDOR；　hoDOR。〃　Sometimes　he　liked　to　do　this；　just　saying　his　name　different　ways；　over　and　over　and　over。　Other　times；　he　would　stay　so　quiet　you　forgot　he　was　there。　There　was　never　any　knowing　with　Hodor。　〃HODOR；　HODOR；　HODOR！〃　he　shouted。
　He　is　not　going　to　stop；　Bran　realized。　〃Hodor；〃　he　said；　〃why　don't　you　go　outside　and　train　with　your　sword？〃
　The　stableboy　had　forgotten　about　his　sword；　but　now　he　remembered。　〃Hodor！〃　he　burped。　He　went　for　his　blade。　They　had　three　tomb　swords　taken　from　the　crypts　of　Winterfell　where　Bran　and　his　brother　Rickon　had　hidden　from　Theon　Greyjoy's　ironmen。　Bran　claimed　his　uncle　Brandon's　sword；　Meera　the　one　she　found　upon　the　knees　of　his　grandfather　Lord　Rickard。　Hodor's　blade　was　much　older；　a　huge　heavy　piece　of　iron；　dull　from　centuries　of　neglect　and　well　spotted　with　rust。　He　could　swing　it　for　hours　at　a　time。　There　was　a　rotted　tree　near　the　tumbled　stones　that　he　had　hacked　half　to　pieces。
　Even　when　he　went　outside　they　could　hear　him　through　the　walls；　bellowing　〃HODOR！〃　as　he　cut　and　slashed　at　his　tree。　Thankfully　the　wolfswood　was　huge；　and　there　was　not　like　to　be　anyone　else　around　to　hear。
　〃Jojen；　what　did　you　mean　about　a　teacher？〃　Bran　asked。　〃You're　my　teacher。　I　know　I　never　marked　the　tree；　but　I　will　the　next　time。　My　third　eye　is　open　like　you　wanted　。　。　。〃
　〃So　wide　open　that　I　fear　you　may　fall　through　it；　and　live　all　the　rest　of　your　days　as　a　wolf　of　the　woods。〃
　〃I　won't；　I　promise。〃
　〃The　boy　promises。　Will　the　wolf　remember？　You　run　with　Summer；　you　hunt　with　him；　kill　with　him　。　。　。　but　you　bend　to　his　will　more　than　him　to　yours。〃
　〃I　just　forget；〃　Bran　plained。　〃I'm　only　nine。　I'll　be　better　when　I'm　older。　Even　Florian　the　Fool　and　Prince　Aemon　the　Dragonknight　weren't　great　knights　when　they　were　nine。〃
　〃That　is　true；〃　said　Jojen；　〃and　a　wise　thing　to　say；　if　the　days　were　still　growing　longer　。　。　。　but　they　aren't。　You　are　a　summer　child；　I　know。　Tell　me　the　words　of　House　Stark。〃
　〃Winter　is　ing。〃　just　saying　it　made　Bran　feel　cold。
　Jojen　gave　a　solemn　nod。　〃I　dreamed　of　a　winged　wolf　bound　to　earth　by　chains　of　stone；　and　came　to　Winterfell　to　free　him。　The　chains　are　off　you　now；　yet　still　you　do　not　fly。〃
　〃Then　you　teach　me。〃　Bran　still　feared　the　three…eyed　crow　who　haunted　his　dreams　sometimes；　pecking　endlessly　at　the　skin　between　his　eyes　and　telling　him　to　fly。　〃You're　a　greenseer。〃
　〃No；〃　said　Jojen；　〃only　a　boy　who　dreams。　The　greenseers　were　more　than　that。　They　were　wargs　as　well；　as　you　are；　and　the　greatest　of　them　could　wear　the　skins　of　any　beast　that　flies　or　swims　or　crawls；　and　could　look　through　the　eyes　of　the　weirwoods　as　well；　and　see　the　truth　that　lies　beneath　the　world。
　〃The　gods　give　many　gifts；　Bran。　My　sister　is　a　hunter。　It　is　given　to　her　to　run　swiftly；　and　stand　so　still　she　seems　to　vanish。　She　has　sharp　ears；　keen　eyes；　a　steady　hand　with　net　and　spear。　She　can　breathe　mud　and　fly　through　trees。　I　could　not　do　these　things；　no　more　than　you　could。　To　me　the　gods　gave　the　green　dreams；　and　to　you　。　。　。　you　could　be　more　than　me；　Bran。　You　are　the　winged　wolf；　and　there　is　no　saying　how　far　and　high　you　might　fly　。　。　。　if　you　had　someone　to　teach　you。　How　can　I　help　you　master　a　gift　I　do　not　understand？　We　remember　the　First　Men　in　the　Neck；　and　the　children　of　the　forest　who　were　their　friends　。　。　。　but　so　much　is　forgotten；　and　so　much　we　never　knew。〃
　Meera　took　Bran　by　the　hand。　〃If　we　stay　here；　troubling　no　one；　you'll　be　safe　until　the　war　ends。　You　will　not　learn；　though；　except　what　my　brother　can　teach　you；　and　you've　heard　what　he　says。　If　we　leave　this　place　to　seek　refuge　at　Last　Hearth　or　beyond　the　Wall；　we　risk　being　taken。　You　are　only　a　boy；　I　know；　but　you　are　our　prince　as　well；　our　lord's　son　and　our　king's　true　heir。　We　have　sworn　you　our　faith　by　earth　and　water；　bronze　and　iron；　ice　and　fire。　The　risk　is　yours；　Bran；　as　is　the　gift。　The　choice　should　be　yours　too；　I　think。　We　are　your　servants　to　mand。〃　She　grinned。　〃At　least　in　this。〃
　〃You　mean；〃　Bran　said；　〃you'll　do　what　I　say？　Truly？〃
　〃Truly；　my　prince；〃　the　girl　replied；　〃so　consider　well。〃
　Bran　tried　to　think　it　through；　the　way　his　father　might　have。　The　Greatjon's　uncles　Hother　Whoresbane　and　Mors　Crowfood　were　fierce　men；　but　he　thought　they　would　be　loyal。　And　the　Karstarks；　them　too。　Karhold　was　a　strong　castle；　Father　always　said。　We　would　be　safe　with　the　Umbers　or　the　Karstarks。
　Or　they　could　go　south　to　fat　Lord　Manderly。　At　Winterfell；　he'd　laughed　a　lot；　and　never　seemed　to　look　at　Bran　with　so　much　pity　as　the　other　lords。　Castle　Cerwyn　was　closer　than　White　Harbor；　but　Maester　Luwin　had　said　that　Cley　Cerwyn　was　dead。　The　Umbers　and　the　Karstarks　and　the　Manderlys　may　all　be　dead　as　well；　he　realized。　As　he　would　be；　if　he　was　caught　by　the　ironmen　or　the　Bastard　of　Bolton。
　If　they　stayed　here；　hidden　down　beneath　Tumbledown　Tower；　no　one　would　find　them。　He　would　stay　alive。　And　crippled。
　Bran　realized　he　was　crying。　Stupid　baby；　he　thought　at　himself。　No　matter　where　he　went；　to　Karhold　or　White　Harbor　or　Greywater　Watch；　he'd　be　a　cripple　when　he　got　there。　He　balled　his　hands　into　fists。　〃I　want　to　fly；〃　he　told　them。　〃Please。　Take　me　to　the　crow。〃
　
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　DAVOS
　
　When　he　came　up　on　deck；　the　long　point　of　Driftmark　was　dwindling　behind　them　while　Dragonstone　rose　from　the　sea　ahead。　A　pale　grey　wisp　of　smoke　blew　from　the　top　of　the　mountain　to　mark　where　the　island　lay。　Dragonmont　is　restless　this　morning；　Davos　thought；　or　else　Melisandre　is　burning　someone　else。
　Melisandre　had　been　much　in　his　thoughts　as　Shayala's　Dance　made　her　way　across　Blackwater　Bay　and　through　the　Gullet；　tacking　against　perverse　contrary　winds。　The　great　fire　that　burned　atop　the　Sharp　Point　watchtower　at　the　end　of　Massey's　Hook　reminded　him　of　the　ruby　she　wore　at　her　throat；　and　when　the　world　turned　red　at　dawn　and　sunset　the　drifting　clouds　turned　the　same　color　as　the　silks　and　satins　of　her　rustling　gowns。
　She　would　be　waiting　on　Dragonstone　as　well；　waiting　in　all　her　beauty　and　all　her　power；　with　her　god　and　her　shadows　and　his　king。　The　red　priestess　had　always　seemed　loyal　to　Stannis；　until　now。　She　has　broken　him；　as　a　man　breaks　a　horse。　She　would　ride　him　to　power　if　she　could；　and　for　that　she　gave　my　sons　to　the　fire。　I　will　cut　the　living　heart　from　her　breast　and　see　how　it　burns。　He　touched　the　hilt　of　the　fine　long　Lysene　dirk　that　the　captain　had　given　him。
　The　captain　had　been　very　kind　to　him。　His　name　was　Khorane　Sathmantes；　a　Lyseni　like　Salladhor　Saan；　whose　ship　this　was。　He　had　the　pale　blue　eyes　you　often　saw　on　Lys；　set　in　a　bony　weatherworn　face；　but　he　had　spent　many　years　trading　in　the　Seven　Kingdoms。　When　he　learned　that　the　man　he　had　plucked　from　the　sea　was　the　celebrated　onion　knight；　he　gave　him　the　use　of　his　own　cabin　and　his　own　clothes；　and　a　pair　of　new　boots　that　almost　fit。　He　insisted　that　Davos　share　his　provisions　as　well；　though　that　turned　out　badly。　His　stomach　could　not　tolerate　the　snails　and　lampreys　and　other　rich　food　Captain　Khorane　so　relished；　and　after　his　first　meal　at　the　captain's　table　he　spent　the　rest　of　the　day　with　one　end　or　the　other　dangling　over　the　rail。
　Dragonstone　loomed　larger　with　every　stroke　of　the　oars。　Davos　could　see　the　shape　of　the　mountain　now；　and　on　its　side　the　great　black　citadel　with　its　gargoyles　and　dragon　towers。　The　bronze　figurehead　at　the　bow　of　Shayala's　Dance　sent　up　wings　of　salt　spray　as　it　cut　the　waves。　He　leaned　his　weight　against　the　rail；　grateful　for　its　support。　His　ordeal　had　weakened　him。　If　he　stood　too　long　his　legs　shook；　and　sometimes　he　fell　prey　to　uncontrollable　fits　of　coughing