Это достаточно забавно, когда арджонеры пишут, что Джон собрался спасать Лжеарью из-за побуждения каких-то диких романтических чувств. Я напомню, что в мире Игры престолов были и другие братско-сестринские отношения, которые до странности совпадают по происходящим действиям, но там никто и не думает о каком либо романтическом подтексте. Но, конечно же, арджонеры могут сказать, что у нас нет их пова, поэтому нельзя однозначно утверждать отсутствие определенного сексуального подтекста в их отношениях, но я все-таки напомню с цитатами, так сказать.
Итак, Брандон Старк узнал где-то по дороге в Риверран, что Лианну похитили и тут же кинулся в Королевскую Гавань с целью убить «похитителя» и спасти младшую сестру. А уж какие слова при этом употреблял! Романтичность в высшей степени. Как он это узнал, не через письмо ли? Но не суть, он взял своих людей, не позвал с собой Роберта-женишок как никак, но нет, поехал сам забирать свою сестру.
As he laughed, she realized the wine had done its work; Jaime had drained most of the flagon, and he was drunk.
“Only a man like you would be proud of such an act.”
“I told you, there are no men like me. Answer me this, Lady Stark did your Ned ever tell you the manner of his father‟s death? Or his brother‟s?”
“They strangled Brandon while his father watched, and then killed Lord Rickard as well.”
An ugly tale, and sixteen years old. Why was he asking about it now?
“Killed, yes, but how?”
“The cord or the axe, I suppose.”
Jaime took a swallow, wiped his mouth.
“No doubt Ned wished to spare you. His sweet young bride, if not quite a maiden.Well, you wanted truth. Ask me. We made a bargain, I can deny you nothing. Ask.”
“Dead is dead.I do not want to know this.“
“Brandon was different from his brother, wasn‟t he? He had blood in his veins instead of cold water. More like me.”
“Brandon was nothing like you.”
“If you say so. You and he were to wed.”
“He was on his way to Riverrun when . . .”Strange, how telling it still made her throat grow tight, after all these years. “. . . when he heard about Lyanna, and went to King‟s Landing instead. It was a rash thing to do.”She remembered how her own father had raged when the news had been brought to Riverrun. The gallant fool, was what he called Brandon.
Jaime poured the last half cup of wine.
“He rode into the Red Keep with a few companions, shouting for Prince Rhaegar to come out and die. But Rhaegar wasn‟t there. Aerys sent his guards to arrest them all for plotting his son‟s murder. The others were lords‟ sons too, it seems to me.”
А вот Джон получает письмо якобы от Рамси и через него узнает о том, что именно в Винтерфелле или около того находится его пропавшая младшая сестра.
Bastard, was the only word written outside the scroll. No Lord Snow or Jon Snow or Lord Commander. Simply Bastard. And the letter was sealed with a smear of hard pink wax. "You were right to come at once,"Jon said.
You were right to be afraid. He cracked the seal, flattened the parchment, and read.
Your false king is dead, bastard. He and all his host were smashed in seven days of battle. I have his magic sword. Tell his red whore. Your false king' s friends are dead. Their heads upon the walls of Winterfell. Come see them, bastard. Your false king lied, and so did you. You told the world you burned the King-Beyond-the-Wall. Instead you sent him to Winterfell to steal my bride from me.
I will have my bride back. If you want Mance Rayder back, come and get him. I have him in a cage for all the north to see, proof of your lies. The cage is cold, but I have made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell.
I want my bride back. I want the false king' s queen. I want his daughter and his red witch. I want his wildling princess. I want his little prince, the wildling babe. And I want my Reek. Send them to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your black crows. Keep them from me, and I will cut out your bastard' s heart and eat it. It was signed,
Ramsay Bolton,
Trueborn Lord of Winterfell.
"Snow?" said Tormund Giantsbane. "You look like your father's bloody head just rolled out o' that paper."
Jon Snow did not answer at once. "Mully, help Clydas back to his chambers. The night is dark, and the paths will be slippery with snow. Satin, go with them." He handed Tormund Giantsbane the letter. "Here, see for yourself."
The wildling gave the letter a dubious look and handed it right back.
"Feels nasty ... but Tormund Thunderfist had better things to do than learn to make papers talk at him. They never have any good to say, now do they?"
"Not often," Jon Snow admitted. Dark wings, dark words. Perhaps there was more truth to those wise old sayings than he'd known. "It was sent by Ramsay Snow. I'll read you what he wrote."
When he was done, Tormund whistled. "Har. That's buggered, and no mistake. What was that about Mance? Has him in a cage, does he? How, when hundreds saw your red witch burn the man?"
That was Rattleshirt, Jon almost said. That was sorcery. A glamor, she called it. "Melisandre ... look to the skies, she said." He set the letter down. "A raven in a storm. She saw this coming." When you have your answers, send to me.
"Might be all a skin o' lies." Tormund scratched under his beard.
"If I had me a nice goose quill and a pot o' maester's ink, I could write down that me member was long and thick as me arm, wouldn't make it so."
"He has Lightbringer. He talks of heads upon the walls of Winterfell. He knows about the spearwives and their number." He knows about Mance Rayder. "No. There is truth in there."
"I won't say you're wrong. What do you mean to do, crow?"
Jon flexed the fingers of his sword hand. The Night' s Watch takes no part. He closed his fist and opened it again. What you propose is nothing less than treason. He thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair. Kill the boy and let the man be born. He thought of Bran, clambering up a tower wall, agile as a monkey. Of Rickon's breathless laughter. Of Sansa, brushing out Lady's coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow. He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird's nest. I made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell ... I want my bride back ... I want my bride back ... I want my bride back ...
"I think we had best change the plan," Jon Snow said.
О ком думает Джон, пытаясь понять, что делать? Мне очень нравится очередность. Первым делом он думает о Роббе, который уже мертв и с которым он, по очевидным причинам ака самый близкий возраст, общался и больше всех. Потом он думает о Бране и Риконе, которые, как он считает, тоже мертвы. Следом он думает о Сансе, с которой у него не лучшие отношения, но о судьбе которой, поправьте, если не права, поправьте, тоже малоизвестно, но которая вполне вероятно жива, пусть и с неизвестным местонахождением. И, наконец, об Арье, которая, согласно письму, мало того, что жива, так еще и понятно где примерно находится. Практически рукой подать. Эволюция мысли крайне логична: сначала вспоминает тех, которых потерял, набирается решимости, потом о Сансе, которая непонятно где, и Арья на блюдечке. Брандон на момент известия о пропаже Лианны считает, что знает личность похитителя и местонахождения сестры и оба принимают аналогичные решения. И Джон, и Брандон предпочли семью долгу. Брандон не сообщил отцу или брату, сломя голову, вместе с горсткой своих людей, помчался выручать сестру. Джон не пошел за Стену пропускать Одичалых, он собрал союзников, не дожидаясь явного подкрепления из-за Стены, не попытался воззвать к чувству долга у лордов Севера, а сам, практически сломя голову решил бежать мстить и спасать сестру. Посмею напомнить, у него уже был подобный эпизод: после известия о смерти Неда он наплевал на все и был готов бежать мстить ради семьи. Вся разница в том, что тогда его удержали, а в данном случае просто некому было это сделать. Собственно, Брандона тоже было некому удержать.
Еще, что забавно, по меньшей мере, до похищения сестре, ну или наряду с этими действиями, что Рейгар, что Рамси, задели и Брандона и Джона. Рейгар победил Брандона на турнире и еще и Лианну короновал:
He could no longer tell the difference between waking and sleeping. The memory came creeping upon him in the darkness, as vivid as a dream. It was the year of false spring, and he was eighteen again, down from the Eyrie to the tourney at Harrenhal. He could see the deep green of the grass, and smell the pollen on the wind. Warm days and cool nights and the sweet taste of wine. He remembered Brandon's laughter, and Robert's berserk valor in the melee, the way he laughed as he unhorsed men left and right. He remembered Jaime Lannister, a golden youth in scaled white armor, kneeling on the grass in front of the king's pavilion and making his vows to protect and defend King Aerys. Afterward, Ser Oswell Whent helped Jaime to his feet, and the White Bull himself, Lord Commander Ser Gerold Hightower, fastened the snowy cloak of the Kingsguard about his shoulders. All six White Swords were there to welcome their newest brother.
Yet when the jousting began, the day belonged to Rhaegar Targaryen. The crown prince wore the armor he would die in: gleaming black plate with the three-headed dragon of his House wrought in rubies on the breast. A plume of scarlet silk streamed behind him when he rode, and it seemed no lance could touch him. Brandon fell to him, and Bronze Yohn Royce, and even the splendid Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning.
Robert had been jesting with Jon and old Lord Hunter as the prince circled the field after unhorsing Ser Barristan in the final tilt to claim the champion's crown. Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost.
And when the triumphant Prince of Dragonstone named Lyanna Stark, daughter of the Lord of Winterfell, the queen of love and beauty, placing a garland of blue roses in her lap with the tip of his lance, the lickspittle lords gathered around the king declared that further proof of his perfidy. Why would the prince have thus given insult to his own wife, the Princess Elia Martell of Dorne (who was present), unless it was to help him gain the Iron Throne? The crowning of the Stark girl, who was by all reports a wild and boyish young thing with none of the Princess Elia’s delicate beauty, could only have been meant to win the allegiance of Winterfell to Prince Rhaegar’s cause, Symond Staunton suggested to the king.Yet if this were true, why did Lady Lyanna’s brothers seem so distraught at the honor the prince had bestowed upon her? Brandon Stark, the heir to Winterfell, had to be restrained from confronting Rhaegar at what he took as a slight upon his sister’s honor, for Lyanna Stark had long been betrothed to Robert Baratheon, Lord of Storm’s End. Eddard Stark, Brandon’s younger brother and a close friend to Lord Robert, was calmer but no more pleased. As for Robert Baratheon himself, some say he laughed at the prince’s gesture, claiming that Rhaegar had done no more than pay Lyanna her due ... but those who knew him better say the young lord brooded on the insult, and that his heart hardened toward the Prince of Dragonstone from that day forth.
У Рамси же все письмо чудесное и помимо упоминания Арьи. И Джон, и Брандон, думали и о защите чести семьи тоже.
В сухом остатке оба погибли, потому что хотели спасти сестру и отомстить обидчику, предполагаемые похитители помимо похищения сестры задели честь семьи и нанесли оскорбление на личном уровне, ну или же скорее, оба восприняли это именно так: Брандон проигрыш на турнире, Джон своеобразный проигрыш с захватом Манса, решения обоих не одобряют нейтрально мыслящие окружающие: Хостер назвал Брандона дураком, Джона убили за предательство Ночного Дозора ака все посчитали это идиотским решением. Оба брата отказались от своих планов ради того, чтобы освободить сестру. Что еще забавно:оба брата поехали или же намеревались поехать и спасти сестер в место, где их и близко не наблюдалось, оба получили информацию о местонахождении сестер с чужих слов и явно этот некто, кто им об этом сообщил, знал, что сообщает неправду или же намеренно исказил информацию и, формально, оба погибли из-за планов абсолютно посторонних людей. И, наконец, Нед думал, что Лианна , Брандон и Арья похожи, а Джон, по, так и быть, теории, сын Лианны и, просто не может совсем быть на нее не похож не только внешне, что делает сходство всей четверки невероятно идентичным со скидкой на то, что более младшее поколение на несколько лет младше участников прошлых событий с «похищением».
Ясно с ними все
Замечательные выводы у вас, держите нас всех обязательно в курсе
Определитесь уже со своими двойными стандартами и за кого вы топите или не топите. Без манёвров, пожалуйста.
. Ну что же, автор отдаст "горькую" часть повествования кому захочет
Леди, спасибо за аналогию! Действительно, Кай и Герда.
