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oluamid:
Wow!!!

I've completely missed the significance of this in my many re-reads. Thanks. Wow again.

He raised Longclaw over his head, both hands tight around the grip. One cut, with all my weight behind it. He could give her a quick clean death, at least. He was his father’s son. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he?

oluamid:
At least we got Weasel soup cos of her. That's should count for something.

I swear it, I saw. Are you blind, the girl loved him! Help her!... She is innocent, Robar. You have my word, on my husband’s grave and my honor as a Stark!

- Catelyn Stark (neé Tully)

And Arya thought, Run, Weasel, run as far as you can, run and hide and never come back.

moski5:
1. I won't say she begged though diplomacy is seen that way Mind you the river lands owe Allegiance to the North... its the olds man's character that not been involved that make people entreat him Even Tywin sent him strong deals

2. Drogo's wound wasn't properly treated intentionally I must add

3. As for Ned Cerci's words come to mind ... When you play the game of thrones....

No middle grounds

(AGOT: pg 614/753)
When she was done she painted the skin with red ointment, covered it with more leaves, and bound the breast in a ragged piece of lambskin. “You must say the prayers I give you and keep the lambskin in place for ten days and ten nights,” she said. “There will be fever, and itching, and a great scar when the healing is done.... Drink neither wine nor the milk of the poppy,” she cautioned him. “Pain you will have, but you must keep your body strong to fight the poison spirits.”

“I am khal,” Drogo said. “I spit on pain and drink what I like. Cohollo, bring my vest.” The older man hastened off..

(AGOT: pg 640/753)
The khal did not react. His eyes were fixed on distant brown hills, the reins loose in his hands. Beneath his painted vest, a plaster of fig leaves and caked blue mud covered the wound on his breast. The herbwomen had made it for him. Mirri Maz Duur’s poultice had itched and burned, and he had torn it off six days ago, cursing her for a maegi. The mud plaster was more soothing, and the herbwomen made him poppy wine as well. He’d been drinking it heavily these past three days; when it was not poppy wine, it was fermented mare’s milk or pepper beer.

Yet he scarcely touched his food, and he thrashed and groaned in the night.

The black brother peeled a fresh sourleaf from the bale in the wagon and stuffed it into his mouth. “Might be I should of left you where I found you, boy. All of you. Safer in the city, seems to me.”

“I don’t care. I want to go home,” [Arya said].

“Been bringing men to the Wall for close on thirty years.” Froth shone on Yoren’s lips, like bubbles of blood. “All that time, I only lost three. Old man died of a fever, city boy got snakebit taking a shit, and one fool tried to kill me in my sleep and got a red smile for his trouble.” He drew the dirk across his throat, to show her. “Three in thirty years.” He spat out the old sourleaf. “A ship now, might have been wiser. No chance o’ finding more men on the way, but still… clever man, he’d go by ship, but me… thirty years I been taking this kingsroad.” He sheathed his dirk. “Go to sleep, boy. Hear me?”

Twelve30:
Do you have any online store you can refer to me? Cux I tried all the local online stores I knw, nothng of Book of Fire and Ice.

Twelve30:
I had to skip all the spoilers just to get here n write this: please where can I buy the Novel... complete volume? help a brother please

Vivly:
lol.
It does not necessarily imply that the speaker is Jaqen. If you've read the world of ice and fire, it mentions that the Lorathi refer to themselves using indefinite pronouns.

"Boy," a friendly voice called out. “Lovely boy.... A man could use another taste of beer..."

armadeo:
Just out of curiosity is this your first time reading the books?

If it is I envy you. Read every word every inflection the story is just too tight.

THE KING IN THE NORTH!!

The birth had left her too raw and torn to take him inside of her, as she would have wanted, but Doreah had taught her other ways. Dany used her hands, her mouth, her breasts. She raked him with her nails and covered him with kisses and whispered and prayed and told him stories, and by the end she had bathed him with her tears. Yet Drogo did not feel, or speak, or rise...

oluamid:
At that point, Catelyn was a Stark not a Tully and has not been seen in the Riverlands for more than 15 years so it is easy to see why her Tully blood won't carry much weight at that period (contrast it with how she is viewed among the Northmen)...

oluamid:
PS: I like your musings by the way, please keep it up.