Так напишите автору русского перевода, или Мартину, или автору энциклопедии, спросите где правда? Для себя определился, что англ энциклопедия
При чем тут русский перевод? При чем тут английская энциклопедия?
Английская энциклопедия = тексту, который написал Джордж Мартин?
По поводу грифонов.
The castle rose from the shores of Cape Wrath, on a lofty crag of dark red stone surrounded on three sides by the surging waters of Shipbreaker Bay. Its only approach was defended by a gatehouse, behind which lay the long bare ridge the Conningtons called the griffin’s throat.
Замок, стоящий на высоком темно красном утесе, с трех сторон окружают бурные воды залива Губительные Валы. Единственный вход в него защищен надвратной башней, за воротами простирается так называемая грифонова глотка – длинный голый хребет.
Даже Бездомный Гарри был поражен столь быстрой победой.
– Вот уж не думал, что все пройдет так легко, – сказал он, увидев в чертоге позолоченное Сиденье Грифонов, которое
Коннингтоны занимали пятьдесят поколений.
Even Homeless Harry was impressed by the swiftness of their victory. “I never thought that it would be so easy,” the captain general said, as they walked into the great hall to have a look at the carved and gilded Griffin Seat where fifty generations of Conningtons had sat and ruled.
Гриффин Руст перешел таки к Джону, но ненадолго: он,
чего не случалось ни с одним его предком,
лишился своих земель. Слишком высоко он тогда вознесся, слишком сильно любил, слишком многого возжелал – и упал, пытаясь достать звезду с неба.
Griffin’s Roost
had been his, eventually, if only for a few short years. From here, Jon Connington had ruled broad lands extending many leagues to the west, north, and south, just as his father and his father’s father had before him.
But his father and his father’s father had never lost their lands. He had.
I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.
Курсив - авторский!
Ну да, перевод немного не адекватный
Тут при желании можно извернутся и сфантазировать на основе английского текста. Русский не дает такой возможности.
Но к чему фантазии то?
англ Энциклопедия Мартина (
ссылка на Короля Грифона приводилась)
Спасибо, спасибо, я уже сам все нашел. Как раз в предыдущем моем сообщении все цитаты из ПЛИО есть.
Энциклопедия ни есть текст который пишет Джордж Мартин.
Его пишут многие люди, такие же фантазеры, как и вы сам
В этой самой энциклопедии многие слова и как бы факты, выдернуты из контекста.
Если читать в самом произведении, то смысл может получится несколько иным.
И причем тут Таргариены, если речь идет о белом Льве бегущем в траве.
По аналогии с черным жрецом рглора (трактовка)
Не знаю, при чем тут Тарги
Белый лев у нас один - Джейме
Картинку я приводил.
В нынешнем его состоянии, Тирион никак не может быть белым львом.
Возможно он и сможет им стать, но пока никаких предпосылок нет.
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Зачем мне читать всякие безумные фантазии, которые отражаются в этой энциклопедии, если у меня есть оригинальный текст автора и есть перевод, пусть местами не верный, но всегда есть возможность сравнить с оригиналом.
Текст Мартина весьма цветист и замысловат и если вчитаться в него, то можно обнаружить, что у Таргариенов НЕ белые волосы, а
silver.
Prince Aegon Targaryen was not near as biddable as the boy Young Griff had been, however. The better part of an hour had passed before he finally turned up in the solar, with Duck at his side. “Lord Connington,” he said, “I like your castle.”
“Your father’s lands are beautiful,” he said. His silvery hair was blowing in the wind, and his eyes were a deep purple, darker than this boy’s.
Курсив авторский!
И про цвет волос Тириона там то же есть. Нужно только найти.
И?
One green eye and one black one peered out from under a lank fall of hair so blond it seemed white.
Ну вот и разобрались, что ни у Тириона, ни у Таргариенов НЕ белые волосы, а:
Тирион -
hair so blond
Таргариены -
silvery hair
Белое -
white
Про
white lion, не blond и не silvery
“Yes, my sun and stars,” Dany said. Drogo would take his bloodriders and ride in search of hrakkar , the great white lion of the plains. If they returned triumphant, her lord husband’s joy would be fierce, and he might be willing to hear her out.
“Yes, my sun and stars,” Dany said.
Drogo would take his bloodriders and ride in search of hrakkar , the
great white lion of the plains. If they returned triumphant, her lord husband’s joy would be fierce, and he might be willing to hear her out.
The brazier was cold again by the time Khal Drogo returned. Cohollo was leading a packhorse behind him, with the carcass of a
great white lion slung across its back. Above, the stars were coming out. The khal laughed as he swung down off his stallion and showed her the scars on his leg where the hrakkar had raked him through his leggings. “I shall make you a cloak of its skin, moon of my life,” he swore.
Dany had named him the first of her Queensguard… and when Mormont’s gruff counsel and the omens agreed, her course was clear. She called her people together and mounted her
silver mare. Her hair had burned away in Drogo’s pyre, so her handmaids garbed her in the skin of the
hrakkar Drogo had slain, the
white lion of the
Dothraki sea. Its fearsome head made a hood to cover her naked scalp, its pelt a cloak that flowed across her shoulders and down her back. The
cream colored dragon sunk sharp black claws into the lion’s mane and coiled its tail around her arm, while Ser Jorah took his accustomed place by her side.
Faster and faster the visions came, one after the other, until it seemed as if the very air had come alive. Shadows whirled and danced inside a tent, boneless and terrible. A little girl ran barefoot toward a big house with a red door. Mirri Maz Duur shrieked in the flames, a dragon bursting from her brow. Behind a silver horse the bloody corpse of a naked man bounced and dragged.
A white lion ran through grass taller than a man. Beneath the Mother of Mountains, a line of naked crones crept from a great lake and knelt shivering before her, their grey heads bowed. Ten thousand slaves lifted bloodstained hands as she raced by on her silver, riding like the wind. “Mother!” they cried. “Mother, mother!” They were reaching for her, touching her, tugging at her cloak, the hem of her skirt, her foot, her leg, her breast. They wanted her, needed her, the fire, the life, and Dany gasped and opened her arms to give herself to them…
She could hear the dead man coming up the steps. The slow, measured sound of footsteps went before him, echoing amongst the purple pillars of her hall. Daenerys Targaryen awaited him upon the ebon bench that she had made her throne. Her eyes were soft with sleep, her silver gold hair all tousled.
“Your Grace,” said Ser Barristan Selmy, the lord commander of her Queensguard, “there is no need for you to see this.”
“He died for me.” Dany clutched her lion pelt to her chest. Underneath, a sheer white linen tunic covered her to midthigh. She had been dreaming of a house with a red door when Missandei woke her. There had been no time to dress.
“Khaleesi, ” whispered Irri, “you must not touch the dead man. It is bad luck to touch the dead.”
“Unless you killed them yourself.” Jhiqui was bigger boned than Irri, with wide hips and heavy breasts. “That is known.”
“It is known,” Irri agreed.
Dothraki were wise where horses were concerned, but could be utter fools about much else. They are only girls, besides. Her handmaids were of an age with her–women grown to look at them, with their black hair, copper skin, and almond shaped eyes, but girls all the same. They had been given to her when she wed Khal Drogo. It was Drogo who had given her the pelt she wore, the head and hide of a hrakkar, the white lion of the Dothraki sea. It was too big for her and had a musty smell, but it made her feel as if her sun and stars was still near her.
Oh, and my
white lion’s pelt. She always felt safer wrapped in
Drogo’s lionskin.
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Где то в тексте, есть про бороду Тириона.
И вот там да, интересно. Если не ошибаюсь, она у него двухцветная, как и его глаза.
И кстати, глаза!
Тирион
One green eye and one black
Shiera Seastar
Shiera was born with one dark blue eye and one bright green one
http://www.westeros.org/Citadel/SSM/Entry/1459
Blue
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_blue_(color)
blue is located between violet and green
Violet
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Violet_(color)
Purple
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple
