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Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is how Jon knows what it's like to be burned. With his hand, he doesn't feel it in the moment but that's probably adrenaline more than anything else.

"You do not look well. How is your hand?" "Healing." Jon flexed his bandaged fingers to show him. He had burned himself more badly than he knew throwing the flaming drapes, and his right hand was swathed in silk halfway to the elbow. At the time he'd felt nothing; the agony had come after. His cracked red skin oozed fluid, and fearsome blood blisters rose between his fingers, big as roaches. "The maester says I'll have scars, but otherwise the hand should be as good as it was before." "A scarred hand is nothing. On the Wall, you'll be wearing gloves often as not." It was not the thought of scars that troubled Jon; it was the rest of it. Maester Aemon had given him milk of the poppy, yet even so, the pain had been hideous. At first it had felt as if his hand were still aflame, burning day and night. Only plunging it into basins of snow and shaved ice gave any relief at all. Jon thanked the gods that no one but Ghost saw him writhing on his bed, whimpering from the pain.

-AGOT, Jon VIII

And then there's the scene of his wound getting cauterized. Which, yeah, he's otherwise injured and just escaped the wildlings, experiencing a lot of physical pain and internal turmoil, etc., etc. Still:

Maester Aemon sniffed Jon's wound again. Then he put the bloody cloth back in the basin and said, "Donal, the hot knife, if you please. I shall need you to hold him still." I will not scream, Jon told himself when he saw the blade glowing red hot. But he broke that vow as well. Donal Noye held him down, while Clydas helped guide the maester's hand. Jon did not move, except to pound his fist against the table, again and again and again. The pain was so huge he felt small and weak and helpless inside it, a child whimpering in the dark. Ygritte, he thought, when the stench of burning flesh was in his nose and his own shriek echoing in her ears. Ygritte, I had to. For half a heartbeat the agony started to ebb. But then the iron touched him once again, and he fainted.

-ASOS, Jon VI

This doesn't even touch on how he feels about the R'hollor crew and stories of people intentionally being burned. Whether he's there when King's Landing burns or hears about it, he will be able to empathize with the people of the city. There will be survivors, some with burns like on his hand and some with way worse. There won't be enough milk of the poppy for everyone. There will be men, women, children, soldiers, civilians, and old people burned and screaming in pain. Before KL burns, Jon will have heard about the other places DT has been as well. They're not gonna be pals.

But there will be conflict in his interactions with DT. Jon fiddles with his hands when he's conflicted or distressed:

Jon's breath misted the air. If I lie to him, he'll know. He looked Mance Rayder in the eyes, opened and closed his burned hand. "I wear the cloak you gave me, Your Grace."

-ASOS, Jon II

Lots of examples from AGOT, when his hand is still freshly burned and in more pain:

"Grief and noise," Mormont grumbled. "That's all they're good for, ravens. Why I put up with that pestilential bird … if there was news of Lord Eddard, don't you think I would have sent for you? Bastard or no, you're still his blood. The message concerned Ser Barristan Selmy. It seems he's been removed from the Kingsguard. They gave his place to that black dog Clegane, and now Selmy's wanted for treason. The fools sent some watchmen to seize him, but he slew two of them and escaped." Mormont snorted, leaving no doubt of his view of men who'd send gold cloaks against a knight as renowed as Barristan the Bold. "We have white shadows in the woods and unquiet dead stalking our halls, and a boy sits the Iron Throne," he said in disgust. The raven laughed shrilly. "Boy, boy, boy, boy." Ser Barristan had been the Old Bear's best hope, Jon remembered; if he had fallen, what chance was there that Mormont's letter would be heeded? He curled his hand into a fist. Pain shot through his burned fingers. "What of my sisters?"

-AGOT, Jon VIII

When Jon had been Bran's age, he had dreamed of doing great deeds, as boys always did. The details of his feats changed with every dreaming, but quite often he imagined saving his father's life. Afterward Lord Eddard would declare that Jon had proved himself a true Stark, and place Ice in his hand. Even then he had known it was only a child's folly; no bastard could ever hope to wield a father's sword. Even the memory shamed him. What kind of man stole his own brother's birthright? I have no right to this, he thought, no more than to Ice. He twitched his burned fingers, feeling a throb of pain deep under the skin. "My lord, you honor me, but—"

-AGOT, Jon VIII

Jon raised the hood of his heavy cloak and gave the horse her head. Castle Black was silent and still as he rode out, with Ghost racing at his side. Men watched from the Wall behind him, he knew, but their eyes were turned north, not south. No one would see him go, no one but Sam Tarly, struggling back to his feet in the dust of the old stables. He hoped Sam hadn't hurt himself, falling like that. He was so heavy and so ungainly, it would be just like him to break a wrist or twist his ankle getting out of the way. "I warned him," Jon said aloud. "It was nothing to do with him, anyway." He flexed his burned hand as he rode, opening and closing the scarred fingers. They still pained him, but it felt good to have the wrappings off.

-AGOT, Jon IX

Not until he was well beyond the village did Jon slow again. By then both he and the mare were damp with sweat. He dismounted, shivering, his burned hand aching. A bank of melting snow lay under the trees, bright in the moonlight, water trickling off to form small shallow pools. Jon squatted and brought his hands together, cupping the runoff between his fingers. The snowmelt was icy cold. He drank, and splashed some on his face, until his cheeks tingled. His fingers were throbbing worse than they had in days, and his head was pounding too. I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?

-AGOT, Jon IX

#jon snow #tw burns #idk how to trigger tag this #nor do i know what this is or what i'm doing

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istumpysk · 1 year

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Jon XII (Chapter 58)

That night he dreamt of wildlings howling from the woods, advancing to the moan of warhorns and the roll of drums. Boom DOOM boom DOOM boom DOOM came the sound, a thousand hearts with a single beat. Some had spears and some had bows and some had axes. Others rode on chariots made of bones, drawn by teams of dogs as big as ponies. Giants lumbered amongst them, forty feet tall, with mauls the size of oak trees.

I don't think it's anything, but massive dogs carrying chariots come up again later in the chapter, and it's weird.

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"Stand fast," Jon Snow called. "Throw them back." He stood atop the Wall, alone. "Flame," he cried, "feed them flame," but there was no one to pay heed.

They are all gone. They have abandoned me.

If my memory serves me, I believe you sent them all away.

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Burning shafts hissed upward, trailing tongues of fire. Scarecrow brothers tumbled down, black cloaks ablaze. "Snow," an eagle cried, as foemen scuttled up the ice like spiders. Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again. He slew a greybeard and a beardless boy, a giant, a gaunt man with filed teeth, a girl with thick red hair. Too late he recognized Ygritte. She was gone as quick as she'd appeared.

During my research of this chapter, I did not find a single person who pieced together that Daenerys is the opposition.

That night she dreamt that she was Rhaegar, riding to the Trident. But she was mounted on a dragon, not a horse. When she saw the Usurper's rebel host across the river they were armored all in ice, but she bathed them in dragonfire and they melted away like dew and turned the Trident into a torrent. - Daenerys III, ASOS

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Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist.

George is such a troll.

Jon is not Azor Ahai.

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The world dissolved into a red mist. Jon stabbed and slashed and cut. He hacked down Donal Noye and gutted Deaf Dick Follard. Qhorin Halfhand stumbled to his knees, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood from his neck. "I am the Lord of Winterfell," Jon screamed. It was Robb before him now, his hair wet with melting snow. Longclaw took his head off. Then a gnarled hand seized Jon roughly by the shoulder. He whirled …

Hm.

Bran? Trees are often described as gnarled.

Arya? You know, that whole hand thing.

"I am the Lord of Winterfell," Jon screamed.

I believe you mean king.

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… and woke with a raven pecking at his chest. "Snow," the bird cried. Jon swatted at it. The raven shrieked its displeasure and flapped up to a bedpost to glare down balefully at him through the predawn gloom.

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He rose and dressed in darkness, as Mormont's raven muttered across the room. "Corn," the bird said, and, "King," and, "Snow, Jon Snow, Jon Snow." That was queer. The bird had never said his full name before, as best Jon could recall.

See? King.

That's a Bran raven, not a blood raven.

The night was windless, the snow drifting straight down out of a cold black sky, yet the leaves of the heart tree were rustling his name. "Theon," they seemed to whisper, "Theon." - A Ghost in Winterfell, ADWD

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"Remember," Jon said, "Tormund's people are hungry, cold, and fearful. Some of them hate us as much as some of you hate them. We are dancing on rotten ice here, them and us. One crack, and we all drown.

Like a Frey!

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"How do you [Dolorous Edd] find serving under Iron Emmett?" Jon asked.

"Mostly it's Black Maris serving under him, m'lord. Me, I have the mules. Nettles claims we're kin. It's true we have the same long face, but I'm not near as stubborn. Anyway I never knew their mothers, on my honor."

No reaction.

Did Jon fully grasp that? Lol.

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Out in the yard, the eastern sky had just begun to lighten. There was not a wisp of cloud in sight. "We have a good day for this, it would seem," Jon said. "A bright day, warm and sunny."

It's time for weather symbolism.

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Satin had his horse saddled and bridled and waiting for him, a fiery grey courser with a mane as black and shiny as maester's ink. He was not the sort of mount that Jon would have chosen for a ranging, but on this morning all that mattered was that he look impressive, and for that the stallion was a perfect choice.

Look who's doing a Waymar Royce again.

Ser Waymar Royce came next, his great black destrier snorting impatiently. The warhorse was the wrong mount for ranging, but try and tell that to the lordling. - Prologue, AGOT

Thank you, @astradrifting!

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"You brought more men than I did."

"So I did. Come here by me, lad. I want my folk to see you. I got thousands ne'er saw a lord commander, grown men who were told as boys that your rangers would eat them if they didn't behave. They need to see you plain, a long-faced lad in an old black cloak. They need to learn that the Night's Watch is naught t'be feared."

That is a lesson I would sooner they never learned. Jon peeled the glove off his burned hand, put two fingers in his mouth, and whistled. Ghost came racing from the gate. Tormund's horse shied so hard that the wildling almost lost his saddle. "Naught to be feared?" Jon said. "Ghost, stay."

He may not enjoy the trappings of power, but the boy is never shy about playing the wolf card.

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"You are a black-hearted bastard, Lord Crow." Tormund Horn-Blower lifted his own warhorn to his lips. The sound of it echoed off the ice like rolling thunder, and the first of the free folk began to stream toward the gate.

Strange.

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Of special note were the sons of men of renown. Tormund took care to point them out as they went by.

"The boy there is the son of Soren Shieldbreaker," he said of one tall lad. "Him with the red hair, he's Gerrick Kingsblood's get. Comes o' the line o' Raymun Redbeard, to hear him tell it. The line o' Redbeard's little brother, you want it true." Two boys looked enough alike to be twins, but Tormund insisted they were cousins, born a year apart. "One was sired by Harle the Huntsman, t'other by Harle the Handsome, both on the same woman. Fathers hate each other. I was you, I'd send one to Eastwatch and t'other to your Shadow Tower."

It's possible that's a super subtle reference to Jon and Arya, given what's coming.

I might be forgetting a more obvious parallel.

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Three hostages were sons of Alfyn Crowkiller, an infamous raider slain by Qhorin Halfhand. Or so Tormund insisted. "They do not look like brothers," Jon observed.

"Half-brothers, born o' different mothers. Alfyn's member was a wee thing, even smaller than yours, but he was never shy with where he stuck it. Had a son in every village, that one."

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Two of the boys were girls in disguise. When Jon saw them, he dispatched Rory and Big Liddle to bring them to him. One came meekly enough, the other kicking and biting. This could end badly.

[...]

"I'll need two boys to take their places."

"How's that?" Tormund scratched his beard. "A hostage is a hostage, seems to me. That big sharp sword o' yours can snick a girl's head off as easy as a boy's. A father loves his daughters too. Well, most fathers."

It is not their fathers who concern me. "Did Mance ever sing of Brave Danny Flint?"

"Not as I recall. Who was he?"

"A girl who dressed up like a boy to take the black. Her song is sad and pretty. What happened to her wasn't." In some versions of the song, her ghost still walked the Nightfort. "I'll send the girls to Long Barrow."

Why is this happening? Why is this here?

Not clear whether Mance knows the tune.

"Give us 'The Night That Ended,' singer," he bellowed. "The bride will like that one, I know. Or sing to us of brave young Danny Flint and make us weep." To look at him, you would have thought that he was the one newly wed. - The Prince of Winterfell, ADWD

I don't have much to say about this, but I thought I should include it, because I continue to find it deeply unsettling.

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Red-bearded Gerrick Kingsblood brought three daughters. "They will make fine wives, and give their husbands strong sons of royal blood," he boasted. "Like their father, they are descended from Raymun Redbeard, who was King-Beyond-the-Wall."

Blood meant little and less amongst the free folk, Jon knew. Ygritte had taught him that. Gerrick's daughters shared her same flame-red hair, though hers had been a tangle of curls and theirs hung long and straight. Kissed by fire. "Three princesses, each lovelier than the last," he told their father. "I will see that they are presented to the queen." Selyse Baratheon would take to these three better than she had to Val, he suspected; they were younger and considerably more cowed. Sweet enough to look at them, though their father seems a fool.

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He saw tall boys and short boys, brown-haired boys and black-haired boys, honey blonds and strawberry blonds and redheads kissed by fire, like Ygritte.

There were spearwives with them, long hair streaming. Jon could not look at them without remembering Ygritte: the gleam of fire in her hair, the look on her face when she'd disrobed for him in the grotto, the sound of her voice. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she'd told him a hundred times.

Gerrick's daughters shared her same flame-red hair, though hers had been a tangle of curls and theirs hung long and straight. Kissed by fire.

Lots of red hair right before the final Jon chapter.

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The warrior witch Morna removed her weirwood mask just long enough to kiss his gloved hand and swear to be his man or his woman, whichever he preferred.

Lol.

What's a weirwood mask?

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The dogs that drew the chariots were fearsome beasts, as big as direwolves.

There they are.

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Within was a mead so potent it made Jon's eyes water and sent tendrils of fire snaking through his chest. He drank deep. "You're a good man, Tormund Giantsbabe. For a wildling."

One of the funnier errors to make it past the editor.

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"Too bloody slow this way. Like sucking the Milkwater through a reed. Har. Would that I had the Horn of Joramun. I'd give it a nice toot and we'd climb through the rubble."

"Melisandre burned the Horn of Joramun."

"Did she?" Tormund slapped his thigh and hooted. "She burned that fine big horn, aye. A bloody sin, I call it. A thousand years old, that was. We found it in a giant's grave, and no man o' us had ever seen a horn so big. That must have been why Mance got the notion to tell you it were Joramun's. He wanted you crows to think he had it in his power to blow your bloody Wall down about your knees. But we never found the true horn, not for all our digging. If we had, every kneeler in your Seven Kingdoms would have chunks o' ice to cool his wine all summer."

Jon turned in his saddle, frowning. And Joramun blew the Horn of Winter and woke giants from the earth. That huge horn with its bands of old gold, incised with ancient runes … had Mance Rayder lied to him, or was Tormund lying now? If Mance's horn was just a feint, where is the true horn?

Is it in the crypts beneath Winterfell? Is it sitting in the Citadel with Sam? Does it even matter?

Tune in next time to find out.

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By afternoon the sun had gone, and the day turned grey and gusty. "A snow sky," Tormund announced grimly.

Others had seen the same omen in those flat white clouds. It seemed to spur them on to haste. Tempers began to fray. One man was stabbed when he tried to slip in ahead of others who had been hours in the column. Toregg wrenched the knife away from his attacker, dragged both men from the press, and sent them back to the wildling camp to start again.

Weather's shifting.

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"Did they trouble you on your way south?"

"They never came in force, if that's your meaning, but they were with us all the same, nibbling at our edges. We lost more outriders than I care to think about, and it was worth your life to fall behind or wander off. Every nightfall we'd ring our camps with fire. They don't like fire much, and no mistake. When the snows came, though … snow and sleet and freezing rain, it's bloody hard to find dry wood or get your kindling lit, and the cold … some nights our fires just seemed to shrivel up and die. Nights like that, you always find some dead come the morning. 'Less they find you first. The night that Torwynd … my boy, he …' Tormund turned his face away.

The author baiting you to believe a dragon must be the answer.

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"I know," said Jon Snow.

Tormund turned back. "You know nothing. You killed a dead man, aye, I heard. Mance killed a hundred. A man can fight the dead, but when their masters come, when the white mists rise up … how do you fight a mist, crow? Shadows with teeth … air so cold it hurts to breathe, like a knife inside your chest … you do not know, you cannot know … can your sword cut cold?"

Well.

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We will see, Jon thought, remembering the things that Sam had told him, the things he'd found in his old books. Longclaw had been forged in the fires of old Valyria, forged in dragonflame and set with spells. Dragonsteel, Sam called it. Stronger than any common steel, lighter, harder, sharper … But words in a book were one thing. The true test came in battle.

Don't forget what Samwell said about those books!

The oldest histories we have were written after the Andals came to Westeros. The First Men only left us runes on rocks, so everything we think we know about the Age of Heroes and the Dawn Age and the Long Night comes from accounts set down by septons thousands of years later. There are archmaesters at the Citadel who question all of it. - Samwell I, AFFC

Jon is not Azor Ahai. Longclaw is not Lightbringer.

The first Long Night predated the invention of Valyrian steel by thousands of years. The swords are a red herring.

A sword or final battle will never be the resolution.

One existential threat (fire) defeating the other existential threat (ice) is not the fucking climax of the series.

It's Bran's assignment. This is not a Targaryen-centric issue.

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On and on the wildlings came. The day grew darker, just as Tormund said. Clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon, and warmth fled. There was more shoving at the gate, as men and goats and bullocks jostled each other out of the way. It is more than impatience, Jon realized. They are afraid. Warriors, spearwives, raiders, they are frightened of those woods, of shadows moving through the trees. They want to put the Wall between them before the night descends.

A snowflake danced upon the air. Then another. Dance with me, Jon Snow, he thought. You'll dance with me anon.

Hey, that's not what she said, ya goof. Why are you changing it up?

"You could dance with me, you know. It would be only courteous. You danced with me anon." - Jon X, ADWD

Also, more Waymar!

Ser Waymar met him bravely. "Dance with me then." - Prologue, AGOT

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"Your best men."

"Or my worst. Every man o' them has killed a crow."

Amongst the riders came one man afoot, with some big beast trotting at his heels. A boar, Jon saw. A monstrous boar. Twice the size of Ghost, the creature was covered with coarse black hair, with tusks as long as a man's arm. Jon had never seen a boar so huge or ugly. The man beside him was no beauty either; hulking, black-browed, he had a flat nose, heavy jowls dark with stubble, small black close-set eyes.

"Borroq." Tormund turned his head and spat.

"A skinchanger." It was not a question. Somehow he knew.

One skinchanger can always sense another. - Prologue, ADWD

Twice the size of Ghost? Ghost is suicidal.

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Ghost turned his head. The falling snow had masked the boar's scent, but now the white wolf had the smell. He padded out in front of Jon, his teeth bared in a silent snarl.

"No!" Jon snapped. "Ghost, down. Stay. Stay!"

"Boars and wolves," said Tormund. "Best keep that beast o' yours locked up tonight. I'll see that Borroq does the same with his pig." He glanced up at the darkening sky.

Yeah, definitely make it a priority to separate them at all times.

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The skinchanger stopped ten yards away. His monster pawed at the mud, snuffling. A light powdering of snow covered the boar's humped black back. He gave a snort and lowered his head, and for half a heartbeat Jon thought he was about to charge. To either side of him, his men lowered their spears.

"Brother," Borroq said.

"You'd best go on. We are about to close the gate."

"You do that," Borroq said. "You close it good and tight. They're coming, crow." He smiled as ugly a smile as Jon had ever seen and made his way to the gate. The boar stalked after him. The falling snow covered up their tracks behind them.

Calling him brother is creepy.

Barroq is getting painted as pretty sketch, watch him be a good guy.

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"That's done, then," Rory said when they were gone.

No, thought Jon Snow, it has only just begun.

Haven't done one of these in awhile.

"And now it begins," said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milkglass, alive with light.

"No," Ned said with sadness in his voice. "Now it ends." - Eddard X, AGOT

"Is it over, Mother?" the Lord of the Eyrie asked.

No, Catelyn wanted to tell him, it's only now beginning. - Catelyn VII, AGOT

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Bowen Marsh was waiting for him south of the Wall, with a tablet full of numbers. "Three thousand one hundred and nineteen wildlings passed through the gate today," the Lord Steward told him. "Sixty of your hostages were sent off to Eastwatch and the Shadow Tower after they'd been fed. Edd Tollett took six wagons of women back to Long Barrow. The rest remain with us."

"Not for long," Jon promised him. "Tormund means to lead his own folk to Oakenshield within a day or two. The rest will follow, as soon as we sort where to put them."

"As you say, Lord Snow." The words were stiff. The tone suggested that Bowen Marsh knew where he would put them.

Didn't Mance march with one hundred thousand wildlings? Yikes.

Still boggles the mind he hasn't mentioned the loan.

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Strange voices echoed down the yards, and free folk were coming and going along icy paths that had only known the black boots of crows for years. Outside the old Flint Barracks, he came across a dozen men pelting one another with snow. Playing, Jon thought in astonishment, grown men playing like children, throwing snowballs the way Bran and Arya once did, and Robb and me before them.

Oopsie daisy, one of them has forgotten a sibling again. Lol

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Clydas entered pink and blinking, the parchment clutched in one soft hand. "Beg pardon, Lord Commander. I know you must be weary, but I thought you would want to see this at once."

"You did well." Jon read:

At Hardhome, with six ships. Wild seas. Blackbird lost with all hands, two Lyseni ships driven aground on Skane, Talon taking water. Very bad here. Wildlings eating their own dead. Dead things in the woods. Braavosi captains will only take women, children on their ships. Witch women call us slavers. Attempt to take Storm Crow defeated, six crew dead, many wildlings. Eight ravens left. Dead things in the water. Send help by land, seas wracked by storms. From Talon, by hand of Maester Harmune.

Cotter Pyke had made his angry mark below.

"Is it grievous, my lord?" asked Clydas.

"Grievous enough." Dead things in the wood. Dead things in the water. Six ships left, of the eleven that set sail. Jon Snow rolled up the parchment, frowning. Night falls, he thought, and now my war begins.

If you ever meet a fan who hates the later seasons because they're not book-accurate, ask them what their favourite episode is.

At least 50% of the time they'll say Hardhome.

Final thoughts:

Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs.

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He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife.

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Royce's body lay facedown in the snow, one arm out-flung. The thick sable cloak had been slashed in a dozen places. Lying dead like that, you saw how young he was. A boy.

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Will rose. Ser Waymar Royce stood over him.

His fine clothes were a tatter, his face a ruin. A shard from his sword transfixed the blind white pupil of his left eye. - Prologue, AGOT

She had fallen wildly in love with Ser Waymar, she remembered dimly, but that was a lifetime ago, when she was a stupid little girl. - Alayne I, AFFC

PLEASE.

Shows up randomly in the middle of A Feast for Crows for no reason. It will never not be hilarious.

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On October 28th 2010 Scotland sadly lost the very funny man Gerard Kelly.

Everyone loved the mop of black hair, the half-length trousers, the bright Dr Martens and the cry of "Hiya pals", but you could spend hours figuring out exactly what made Gerard Kelly such a physically funny pantomime star. It was something to do with the knobbly knees, the way one leg would drag coyly behind the other, and the impression of Kelly having feet that headed in opposite directions. The actor Karen Dunbar, who appeared alongside him in three Christmas shows at the King's theatre in Glasgow, has her own theory. "I think it came from his hips," she said. "He used his whole body."

Whatever his secret, Kelly – who has died aged 51 after a brain aneurysm – was a consummate performer who reigned supreme at the King's theatres in Glasgow and Edinburgh for 20 years. To do this for a dozen performances a week required formidable energy. A fortnight into Sleeping Beauty, at the King's, Glasgow, in 2007, he began suffering from sciatica and amazed his colleagues by carrying on regardless of the pain.

Typically, Kelly played the Buttons-type character, a lovable clown who never got the girl but endeared himself to the audience with his rascally grin, gift for comedy and unerring democratic instinct. His generosity of spirit was addictive. Kelly could keep everyone, from children to pensioners, on side. "He knew exactly how to play the audience," said the director Tony Cownie, who staged several of the pantos. "You couldn't direct him. The minute Gerard walked on to the floor, I just sat back. You can't tamper with genius."

A private man who kept a low media profile, Kelly was a team player and commanded tremendous affection. Born Paul Kelly (he changed his name when he got his Equity card), he was brought up in a family of five children in working-class Cranhill, in the east end of Glasgow. His father, Charlie, ran a chip shop, and his mother, Rose, was a hotel waitress. A teacher at St Gregory's secondary school in Glasgow encouraged him to act. From the age of 12, he landed parts with the help of the agent Winifred "Freddie" Young. He appeared in adverts and the TV adventure The Camerons (1974), for the Children's Film Foundation.

Kelly built an accomplished television career, with early work including a part as a teenager with learning difficulties in Donal and Sally, written by James Duthie, which was broadcast in the Play for Today strand on BBC1 in 1978. That year he auditioned for The Slab Boys, John Byrne's celebrated carpet-factory comedy, at the Traverse theatre in Edinburgh, but was considered too young for the part. He was, however, cast as the designer Spanky Farrell in the Play for Today adaptation of The Slab Boys in 1979. He returned to the role at the Traverse in 1982 in all three instalments of what had become a trilogy (with Cuttin' a Rug and Still Life). That production transferred to the Royal Court in London and was a major success.

Here in Scotland, Kelly is fondly remembered for his leading role as Willie Melvin, a bank-teller with literary pretensions and dodgy friends, in the 80s sitcom City Lights, set in Glasgow. He made many guest appearances in programmes such as Rab C Nesbitt, Victoria Wood: As Seen On TV, The Comic Strip Presents and Juliet Bravo, and was a regular on the sketch show Scotch and Wry, starring Rikki Fulton. In 2006, Kelly teamed up with Tony Roper in Rikki and Me, a stage tribute to Fulton.

After bad-boy parts in EastEnders, as the violent Jimmy in 1994, and in Brookside, as gangster Callum Finnegan from 1997 to 2000, Kelly turned in a viciously funny performance as Ian "Bunny" Bunton, a camp panto director, in Ricky Gervais's Extras (2005). His other stage appearances included Neil Simon's The Odd Couple in 1994 (revived in 2002) for the touring Borderline theatre and Iain Heggie's A Wholly Healthy Glasgow in a production that opened at the Royal Exchange in Manchester in 1987 before transferring to the Edinburgh festival and the Royal Court.

Intelligent and politically engaged, Kelly ran the radical 7:84 theatre company in Scotland with David Hayman for three years in the late 80s. He directed Hector McMillan's sectarian drama The Sash ; Raymond Briggs's When the Wind Blows , about a nuclear attack; and an anti-poll tax farce, Revolting Peasants , for the company, whose name derives from athe statistic at the time that 7% of the population of the UK owns 84% of the wealth, it is probaly not changed much since then, if anything will have grown wider.

He had been due to revive his role as the narrator in The Rocky Horror Show at the King's in Glasgow. The part was taken by his friend and City Lights co-star Andy Gray. "He knew what worked," said Gray of Kelly's pantomime work. "I don't think 'Hiya pals' will ever be said again. He did it year in, year out, but 'Hiya pals' worked every time because he did it with such gusto and conviction." Sadly we also lost Andy following complications caused by COVID-19 in January 2021, the two will be having a ball together up there.

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Thank you @thistle-and-thorn ♥️♥️♥️

Share a few lines of your WIP.

I have decided I probably need to just finish this story before I post more of it.

His brain flickered, like the reel at the picturehouse, set too fast. The dark, Robb nodding at him, wrenching the lock on that Ford on the main road, the solid wood of a shotgun handle in his palm, his da nodding at him, blood in his mouth, Donal Noye in the tunnel.

“I deserved the noose, right enough, I suppose, I’ve killed men,” he said.

“I know,” she said quietly, “but did they -”

He interrupted her, “don't ask if they deserved it, anyone might deserve it if you look hard enough, won’t stop the blood on my hands, will it?”

“No, I suppose it won’t,” Dany said. “I know it wasn’t simple though, I know your brother -”

“Sometimes, it was my brother’s idea, sometimes it was what he needed from me,” Jon sighed, “not Janos Slynt, though and I,” he couldn’t have told anyone why but somehow he needed to say what had happened with Slynt.

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Kingdom Hearts: “Pocahontas” world idea (Jamestown)

In 2 months from now, “Kingdom Hearts” will be 20 years old. That said, here’s one of my two proposals for world ideas that I feel Square-Enix should use for either “Kingdom Hearts 4″, or any future “Kingdom Hearts” game(s). You probably noticed that with each title, one movie from the Disney Renaissance has been used throughout, sometimes more than one movie from the 1990s. One movie from that time period that often gets overlooked is “Pocahontas”. To me, I feel like this movie’s story could work for the world of “Kingdom Hearts” and here’s how.

STORY (”JAMESTOWN”)

FIRST VISIT

Pocahontas (Irene Bedard) visits Grandmother Willow (either Linda Hunt or Tress MacNeille) in the swamp with her canoe, and she tells her the dream she had about a spinning arrow. As Grandmother Willow sings “Listen With Your Heart” (albeit as an archive recording), Pocahontas climbs on Grandmother Willow and tells her she sees strange clouds, which, in reality, are the sails of a ship. As soon as the Englishmen set foot on the new land, John Smith (either Donal Gibson or Corey Burton) heads into the woods, where he bumps into Sora, who in another location landed his Gummi Ship. After proper introductions, John Smith becomes Sora’s party member.

While running through the forest, Sora and John encounter heartless and nobodies. Once they reach the waterfall, they see Pocahontas’ shadow, and they prepare their weapons. Sora, with his keyblade, and John Smith with his musket. They jump onto a rock and prepare to attack, but lower their weapons when they see Pocahontas as the mist from the falls clears out. The boys chase after her, and as Pocahontas hears “Listen With Your Heart”, Pocahontas takes John’s hand and introduces herself to Sora and John Smith.

John Smith shows Pocahontas some stuff he brought from England, and Sora, in turn, shows her his keyblade, and tells her its origins. Similar to “Kingdom Hearts 3″ how they reused “Let it Go” for the world of Arendalle (“Frozen”), Pocahontas’ theme song, “Colors of the Wind” would be used (with Judy Kuhn’s archive recording for Pocahontas’ singing voice). Pocahontas leaves in a hurry, worrying that she shouldn’t be with John and Sora, and John takes Sora to his camp grounds.

John introduces his men, Thomas (Christian Bale, or whatever sound-alike you can find), Ben (Rob Paulsen), and Lon (also Rob Paulsen) to Sora, who helped him on his expedition. Governor Ratcliffe (Corey Burton, in place of the late great David Ogden Stiers) comes out of the tent with Wiggins (also Corey Burton), and would immediately hire Sora. However, Sora feels a little skeptical about trusting Ratcliffe.

SECOND VISIT

As soon as Sora comes back to reunite with John Smith, the tribesfolk arrive in canoes to meet Chief Powhatan (Jim Cummings). Pocahontas tries to talk her father out of fighting the white men, but all he can say is that nothing is simple anymore. Nakoma (Michelle St. John, or whatever sound-alike you can find) talks to Pocahontas about meeting one of the English settlers, and warns her friend that if she sees him again, she’ll be turning her back on the village. Worried about her friend, she tells Kocoum (James Apaumut Fall, or whatever sound-alike you can find. His Kocoum yell will be kept as an archive recording).

When Sora and John Smith reunite with Pocahontas in the swamp, Grandmother Willow comes alive and welcomes John and Sora. She likes both boys, John, because of his soul (and handsomeness), and Sora because he’s a keyblade wielder (which could imply Grandmother Willow knew about key blade wielders in the past). Grandmother Willow lowers her vine and taps the surface of the water, showing the three the ripples. She tells John that the right path isn’t always the easiest, but only when the fighting stops can they all be together. Sora hugs Pocahontas and John, and John decides he’s going to meet Pocahontas’ father and set things straight. However, Kocoum was watching them, and seeing Pocahontas kiss John Smith made him furious enough to run from the bushes and let out his battle cry.

At this point, we have a boss encounter with Kocoum, who misunderstood everything. In this boss fight, Sora must attack Kocoum to get him to let go of John and help him come to his senses (similar to the Beast boss fight in “Kingdom Hearts 2”). Once Kocoum has been defeated, Kocoum pushes Pocahontas out of the way, telling her, “Get out of the way! I’m trying to protect you!” (or something along those lines). But before Kocoum can stab John Smith in the heart, a gunshot goes off, and Kocoum dies. He grabs Pocahontas’ mother’s necklace, which breaks off, and Kocoum lies motionless. Sora feels bad for Kocoum. He knows he’s not bad, just misunderstood.

Thomas reveals himself to the three and apologizes, but Pocahontas is furious at Thomas. John tells Thomas to get out just as the Indians capture John. Fortunately, Sora was able to hide somewhere where the Indians couldn’t see him. As soon as the Indians take John away, Sora comes out, and reunites with Pocahontas. From this point on, Pocahontas is your party member, with all of John’s XP transferred to Pocahontas. The part with Chief Powhatan banishing Pocahontas for disobeying him will not be used. While Chief Powhatan still tells John “Your weapons are strong, but now our anger is stronger.” and announces that he’ll be the first to die, what happens instead is, Pocahontas and Sora see John being sent into his prison tent from far away, then Pocahontas breaks down while Sora comforts her with a hug. He sympathizes with Pocahontas by telling her how he felt the same way when he lost Kairi and Riku in the first “Kingdom Hearts”.

Nakoma reveals herself from behind Pocahontas and Sora, telling them that she was the one who sent Kocoum to find Pocahontas. She didn’t mean to her hurt her friend, she was trying to help. Pocahontas tells her, “It’s not your fault, Nakoma. It’s mine. All this time, he was just trying to protect me. And now I’ll never see him again.”. Nakoma tells Sora to stay put, and she takes Pocahontas to John’s tent. Thomas, meanwhile, wakes up the Englishmen from their sleep shouting that the Indians captured John Smith. Ratcliffe steps out of the tent, suiting up in his signature black armor, and announces that they attack by dawn.

Pocahontas tells Grandmother Willow how they plan to kill John by sunrise, and falls in despair for thinking she followed the wrong path. Sora, thankfully, had John Smith’s compass in his inventory, and Pocahontas sees the spinning arrow pointing her to John Smith. Now knowing her path, Pocahontas and Sora rush through the woods. This would be a timed event where Sora and Pocahontas must fight the heartless and reach the cliff before time runs own. Thankfully, just like in the movie, Pocahontas and Sora were able to interject.

Sora used his keyblade to block Powhatan’s club, and Pocahontas throws herself onto John. The chief is spooked by the sight of Sora, and turns to Pocahontas angrily for disobeying his orders. Pocahontas says “If you kill him, you’ll have to kill me too.”. NOW is when Chief Powhatan replies “I told you to stay in the village! You disobeyed me! You have shamed your father! You have shamed the village! And because of your foolishness, Kocoum is dead! Now stand back!”. Having had enough of being reprimanded, Pocahontas stands up to her father saying “I WON’T! I love him father!”. The chief has now become even more shocked and can’t believe his own daughter is in love with this white man instead of Kocoum. Pocahontas says her famous speech, “Look around you! This is where the path of hatred has brought us! If you harm them both, many more people will die. This is the path I choose, father. What will yours be?”, and Chief Powhatan now realizes what Pocahontas was talking about. He also realizes she inherited her late mother’s spirit, just like Kekata (also Jim Cummings) had said earlier. The chief sees the leaves fly past him, and he raises his club. Powhatan announces, “My daughter speaks with a wisdom beyond her years! We’ve all come here with anger in our hearts, but she comes with courage and understanding! From this point on, if there is to be more killing, it won’t start with me.”, and orders one of the Indian guards to cut the rope, freeing John Smith. Then, Chief Powhatan, apologizes to Pocahontas, John Smith, and Sora for misunderstanding.

While the other Englishmen were moved, Ratcliffe was the only one not convinced. He thinks it’s all just a trick, and orders his men to attack. The Englishmen refuse, and Ratcliffe responds, “You dare go against me? Fine! I’ll settle this myself.”, while grabbing a musket in the process. Sora and John notice what was about to happen, and John pushes Chief Powhatan out of the way, with Governor Ratcliffe shooting him by accident. All the Englishmen turn on Ratcliffe and Sora comes down to fight him. Here’s where the Ratcliffe boss battle takes place.

After defeating Governer Ratcliffe with the help of the Indians and Englishmen aiding Sora, Thomas, now in charge, orders Sora, Ben, and Lon to put Ratcliffe in chains. Ratcliffe protests, “I’ll see you all hanged for this!”, and Thomas yells at Ratcliffe, “I’m the one giving orders now!” and turns to the three ordering "Make sure to gag him as well!”. With Ratcliffe to be sent back to England to pay for his crimes, Sora seals the keyhole for Jamesdown, and Thomas, Ben, and Lon would thank Sora for looking out for John. In turn, Pocahontas’ necklace is fixed. Chief Powhatan walks up to John, wrapping him in his cloak, and welcoming John as his brother. He also welcomes Sora as his brother too, and gives him a little word of advice about the keyblade.

If you want to, the world can end with either Kekata or Pocahontas giving Sora a new keyblade, “Colors of the Wind”.

And that’s how I would have “Pocahontas” executed in “Kingdom Hearts”. If anyone wants to suggest revisions, feel free to leave a comment. I’ll upload the story for “Pocahontas 2″ very soon.

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Downton Abbey: A New Era (Simon Curtis, 2022). Cast: Hugh Bonneville, Michelle Dockery, Maggie Smith, Elizabeth McGovern, Laura Carmichael, Allen Leech, Penelope Wilton, Imelda Staunton, Robert James-Collier, Phyllis Logan, Jim Carter, Joanne Froggatt, Brendan Coyle, Leslie Nicol, Sophie McShera, Kevin Doyle, Raquel Cassidy, Hugh Dancy, Laura Haddock, Dominic West. Screenplay: Julian Fellowes. Cinematography: Andrew Dunn. Production design: Donal Woods. Film editing: Adam Recht. Music: John Lunn.

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DONAL OG

Iba garlando el perro de ti anoche, la agachadiza en su marjal garlaba, tú eras el ave sola por los bosques... que no harás yunta hasta no dar conmigo.

Me prometiste, y me faltaste en eso, darme la cara, amoreciendo el hato; te di un silbido y gritos más de ciento, sólo encontré un chotuno que balaba.

Me prometiste cosa la más ardua: de oro una nave, su antena de plata, doce villas cada una con su feria, y un cortil blanco a orillas de la mar.

Me prometiste cosa no hacedera: darme unos guantes de cuero de peces, darme zapatos del cuero de un pájaro, y de seda irlandesa darme un traje.

Al Pozo de la Soledad desciendo, y allí me pongo a rebinar mis penas, en torno miro el mundo y no está el mozo que tiene lustre de ámbar en el pelo.

Fue aquel domingo que te di mi amor, el último domingo antes de Pascua; la Pasión releyendo yo de hinojos, fiel amor te juraban mis dos luces.

Que no hablara contigo dijo madre, fuera hoy ni mañana ni en domingo; mala ocasión cogió para decirlo: atrancaba la puerta, el ladrón ido.

Negra está mi alma más que negra endrina, más que renegro tizón de la fragua, o suela de un zapato en blanca sala; fuiste tú quien echó fosca a mi vida.

Me quitaste el levante y el poniente; lo de atrás me quitaste y lo de alante; me quitaste la luna, el sol del día; ¡mucho temo que me has quitado a Dios!

DONAL OG

It is late last night the dog was speaking of you; the snipe was speaking of you in her deep marsh. It is you are the lonely bird through the woods; and that you may be without a mate until you find me.

You promised me, and you said a lie to me, that you would be before me where the sheep are flocked; I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you, and I found nothing there but a bleating lamb.

You promised me a thing that was hard for you, a ship of gold under a silver mast; twelve towns with a market in all of them, and a fine white court by the side of the sea.

You promised me a thing that is not possible, that you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish; that you would give me shoes of the skin of a bird; and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.

When I go by myself to the Well of Loneliness, I sit down and I go through my trouble; when I see the world and do not see my boy, he that has an amber shade in his hair.

It was on that Sunday I gave my love to you; the Sunday that is last before Easter Sunday and myself on my knees reading the Passion; and my two eyes giving love to you for ever.

My mother has said to me not to be talking with you today, or tomorrow, or on the Sunday; it was a bad time she took for telling me that; it was shutting the door after the house was robbed.

My heart is as black as the blackness of the sloe, or as the black coal that is on the smith's forge; or as the sole of a shoe left in white halls; it was you put that darkness over my life.

You have taken the east from me, you have taken the west from me; you have taken what is before me and what is behind me; you have taken the moon, you have taken the sun from me; and my fear is great that you have taken God from me!

Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory

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#Lady Gregory #literatura inglesa #literatura de Irlanda #balada #abandono #pasión #desengaño #desesperación #di-versiones©ochoislas

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Downton Abbey: A New Era (2022)

SIMON CURTIS Bil’s rating (out of 5): BBB United Kingdom/USA, 2022. Universal Pictures, Carnival Film & Television. Screenplay by Julian Fellowes. Cinematography by Andrew Dunn. Produced by Julian Fellowes, Gareth Neame, Liz Trubridge. Music by John Lunn. Production Design by Donal Woods. Costume Design by Maja Meschede, Anna Robbins. Film Editing by Adam Recht. By the time we reached the sixth…

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Gotham and CSI Miami fans watching S3E9 of WWDITS go on a real trip

#‘fan’ is a real way of putting of my relationship with Gotham #csi #csi miami #gotham fox #gotham #what we do in the shadows fx #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #donal logue #khandi alexander #alexx woods #harvey bullock

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O Mar Não Está para Peixe (2006)

Shark Bait

Direção: Howard E. Baker, John Fox e Hyung Ho Lee;

Roteiro: Anurag Mehta e Timothy Peternal (história); Scott Clevenger (roteiro); Timothy Peternal e Christopher Denk (escrita adicional);

Gênero: Animação; Família;

País: EUA e Coreia do Sul.

Surfando na onda das animações ambientadas no fundo do mar, esta co-produção coreano-estadunidense constitui-se numa paródia tortuosa - e torturante - de Procurando Nemo (2003) e O Espanta Tubarões (2006). O enredo, praticamente transposto de O Espanta Tubarões, desenvolve-se a partir da disputa entre Pê (Freddie Prinze Jr.; e Felipe Dylon, na versão brasileira), um pequeno peixe alaranjado (à maneira do Nemo), e o malvado tubarão Troy (Donal Logue; e Tom Cavalcante, na versão brasileira) pela mão - nadadeira, no caso - de Cordélia, uma famosa peixinha cor-de-rosa (Evan Rachel Wood; e Grazi Massafera, na versão brasileira). Algumas situações e personagens, no entanto, foram deliberadamente copiados de Procurando Nemo, como a cena das água-vivas, por exemplo. Outro aspecto constrangedor no filme é a recorrência de piadas de extremo mau-gosto, inclusive piadas deliberadamente homofóbicas, reverberadas na caracterização afetada de dois peixes artistas-plásticos.

Não bastante tamanho constrangimento, a dublagem brasileira consegue prejudicar ainda mais o filme: a dicção extremamente descuidada, e até mesmo incompreens��vel em alguns momentos, de Grazi Massafera não transmite a menor carga emocional à sua personagem. E a voz de Felipe Dylon agrega um irritante sotaque carioca totalmente despropositado ao seu personagem.

Em resumo: um filme totalmente esquecível, que não deveria nunca ter sido feito.

⭐ 0.3 / 5.0

#Filme #Movie #Animação #Família #Animation Movie #Family Movie #O Mar Não Está para Peixe #Shark Bait #Freddie Prinze Jr.#Felipe Dylon #Donal Logue #Tom Cavalcante #Evan Rachel Wood #Grazi Massafera

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Jon VI (Chapter 48)

When he crested a rise and saw the brown rutted kingsroad before him wending its way north through hill and plain, he patted the mare's neck and said, "Now all we need do is follow the road, girl. Soon the Wall." His leg had gone as stiff as wood by then, and fever had made him so light-headed that twice he found himself riding in the wrong direction.

Carrying on with the foil treatment, a lot of this reads like Jaime Lannister and his hand.

+.+.+

Ygritte was much in his thoughts as well. He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body . . . and the look on her face as she slit the old man's throat.

Love this. He doesn't just remember her doing it, he remembers the exact look on her face.

+.+.+

You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

Stop.

+.+.+

Jon dismounted at the adjoining stable, half-stumbling from the mare's back as he shouted two boys awake. "I need a fresh mount, with saddle and bridle," he told them, in a tone that brooked no argument.

[...]

He pulled himself onto the black gelding they'd given him, gritting his teeth at the pain in his leg, and rode hard for the north.

Credit to @agentrouka-blog for pointing out the amusing symbolism of Jon upgrading to a black gelding from a mare on his way back to Castle Black.

+.+.+

Mormont had moved to the King's Tower after the fire, but Jon saw no lights there either.

Is that where Jon stays when he's made Lord Commander? I'll giggle.

+.+.+

Warmth poured out the open door like the hot breath of summer. Within, one-armed Donal Noye was working his bellows at the fire. He looked up at the noise. "Jon Snow?"

"None else." Despite fever, exhaustion, his leg, the Magnar, the old man, Ygritte, Mance, despite it all, Jon smiled. It was good to be back, good to see Noye with his big belly and pinned-up sleeve, his jaw bristling with black stubble.

He's happy.

+.+.+

"Jon . . . it grieves me to say, but Lord Commander Mormont was murdered at Craster's Keep, at the hands of his Sworn Brothers."

"Bro . . . our own men?"

You might want to keep this in mind. Like, at all times.

+.+.+

"Does this mean Marsh is Lord Commander, then?" The Old Pomegranate was amiable, and a diligent First Steward, but he was woefully ill-suited to face a wildling host.

"For the nonce, until we can hold a choosing," said Maester Aemon. "Clydas, bring me the flask."

A choosing.

A vote! There will be a vote!

+.+.+

"Jon was using the word in its older sense, I think," Maester Aemon said, "not as a family name but as a title. It derives from the Old Tongue."

"It means lord," Jon agreed. "Styr is the Magnar of some place called Thenn, in the far north of the Frostfangs. He has a hundred of his own men, and a score of raiders who know the Gift almost as well as we do.

Yeah? A bunch of wildlings that know the Gift as well as anyone? Sounds useful.

+.+.+

"Who is Ygritte?" Donal Noye asked pointedly.

"A woman of the freefolk." How could he explain Ygritte to them? She's warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat.

When have we ever witnessed Ygritte being warm, smart, or funny? I'm not even being a hater.

It's the flower from the glass gardens all over again. This woman does not exist.

+.+.+

"She's with Styr, but she's not . . . she's young, only a girl, in truth, wild, but she . . ." She killed an old man for building a fire. His tongue felt thick and clumsy.

Desperately trying to rationalize it. She's much older than him.

+.+.+

The milk of the poppy was clouding his wits.

Clouding or clearing up?

+.+.+

"I broke my vows with her. I never meant to, but . . ." It was wrong. Wrong to love her, wrong to leave her . . . "I wasn't strong enough. The Halfhand commanded me, ride with them, watch, I must not balk, I . . ." His head felt as if it were packed with wet wool.

Stop.

+.+.+

The pain was so huge he felt small and weak and helpless inside it, a child whimpering in the dark. Ygritte, he thought, when the stench of burning flesh was in his nose and his own shriek echoing in her ears. Ygritte, I had to.

Small, weak, and helpless.

A child whimpering in the dark.

+.+.+

Maester Aemon sniffed Jon's wound again. Then he put the bloody cloth back in the basin and said, "Donal, the hot knife, if you please. I shall need you to hold him still."

I will not scream, Jon told himself when he saw the blade glowing red hot. But he broke that vow as well. Donal Noye held him down, while Clydas helped guide the maester's hand. Jon did not move, except to pound his fist against the table, again and again and again.

[...]

For half a heartbeat the agony started to ebb. But then the iron touched him once again, and he fainted.

We love a good Jon/Jaime parallel!

Nothing helped when the time came to pare away the rotten flesh. Jaime did scream then, and pounded his table with his good fist, over and over and over again. He screamed again when Qyburn poured boiling wine over what remained of his stump. Despite all his vows and all his fears, he lost consciousness for a time. - Jaime IV, ASOS

+.+.+

When his eyelids fluttered open, he was wrapped in thick wool and floating. He could not seem to move, but that did not matter. For a time he dreamed that Ygritte was with him, tending him with gentle hands. Finally he closed his eyes and slept.

Once again, this woman is not real.

+.+.+

"Sam?"

Grenn looked away. "He killed one of the Others, Jon. I saw it. He stabbed him with that dragonglass knife you made him, and we started calling him Sam the Slayer. He hated that."

Sam the Slayer. Jon could hardly imagine a less likely warrior than Sam Tarly. "What happened to him?"

I'm starting to think unlikely warrior, Sam the Slayer, isn't finished.

+.+.+

You were his brother, he almost said. How could you leave him amongst wildlings and murderers?

Are you still talking about Sam, Jon?

+.+.+

And Winterfell . . . Jon, be strong . . . Winterfell is no more . . ."

"No more?" Jon stared at Aemon's white eyes and wrinkled face. "My brothers are at Winterfell. Bran and Rickon . . ."

The maester touched his brow. "I am so very sorry, Jon. Your brothers died at the command of Theon Greyjoy, after he took Winterfell in his father's name. When your father's bannermen threatened to retake it, he put the castle to the torch."

"Your brothers were avenged," Grenn said. "Bolton's son killed all the ironmen, and it's said he's flaying Theon Greyjoy inch by inch for what he did."

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe this is the first hint that Theon Greyjoy is still alive.

Darn.

+.+.+

"At Queenscrown I saw a direwolf, a grey direwolf . . . grey . . . it knew me." If Bran was dead, could some part of him live on in his wolf, as Orell lived within his eagle?

Pretty sure Bran successfully tested this theory when he flew from what was once the largest tower at Winterfell, and slammed into the ground.

Fine, you know what, we'll try another experiment.

+.+.+

When the dreams took him, he found himself back home once more, splashing in the hot pools beneath a huge white weirwood that had his father's face. Ygritte was with him, laughing at him, shedding her skins till she was naked as her name day, trying to kiss him, but he couldn't, not with his father watching.

Are you sure that's why you're refusing?

+.+.+

He was the blood of Winterfell, a man of the Night's Watch. I will not father a bastard, he told her. I will not. I will not.

+.+.+

"You know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered, her skin dissolving in the hot water, the flesh beneath sloughing off her bones until only skull and skeleton remained, and the pool bubbled thick and red.

Sweet dreams, Jon.

Final thoughts:

@agentrouka-blog mentioned this will be the last time Jon claims to have loved Ygritte. If that's accurate, that came to an end rather quickly. :)

Ygritte Death Countdown

9 down, 1 to go. Feed me.

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#operation stumpy re-read #asos #jon vi

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Jon Snow Month: Favourite Chapter (2/3)

Second part of my Jon’s favourite chapters is here! In case anyone is interested to read the first part here you go.

A DANCE WITH DRAGONS JON XII (aka the one he accepts Wildings on the Wall and shows leadership skills)

The chapter begins with Jon having a nightmare related to wildings he´s about to permit to pass the Wall. We must all remember that it wasn´t that long ago that battle of the Castle Black happened and some wounds haven´t healed yet. Even for Jon who is the one who invited the Wildings this time -because the Night’s Watch will need as many fighters as they can get- and who also have lived among the Free folk and knows they are just regular humans. Still, some prejudices against them run that deep and for so many generations - remember; the Night’s Watch considers them the number one human foe-. Not even Jon cannot be affected by these things and thus why Wildings appeal to haunt his dreams:

That night he dreamt of wildlings howling from the woods, advancing to the moan of warhorns and the roll of drums.

[...] Burning shafts hissed upward, trailing tongues of fire. Scarecrow brothers tumbled down, black cloaks ablaze. "Snow, " an eagle cried, as foemen scuttled up the ice like spiders. Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again. He slew a greybeard and a beardless boy, a giant, a gaunt man with filed teeth, a girl with thick red hair. Too late he recognized Ygritte. She was gone as quick as she'd appeared. The world dissolved into a red mist. Jon stabbed and slashed and cut. He hacked down Donal Noye and gutted Deaf Dick Follard. Qhorin Halfhand stumbled to his knees, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood from his neck. "I am the Lord of Winterfell," Jon screamed. It was Robb before him now, his hair wet with melting snow. Longclaw took his head off. Then a gnarled hand seized Jon roughly by the shoulder. He whirled ..

As you can see the nightmare ended with the most horrific way: Jon didn’t only killed enemies but also the girl he loved, brothers in arms and in the end even his own brother. His sense of guilt even for things he couldn’t control is obvious here. It’s a recurring theme of Jon to feel guilty for things he’s not responsible of (you can say that this started from a very young age when his step mother constantly shamed him for being a bastard) and it always comes up in times of high stress.

Something that I also find interesting about this dream is the mention of Jon wearing a black ice armor and fighting with a flaming sword. Sure, it’s part of his fevered dream but it could also be a foreshadowing of him being the Azor Ahai.

A good leader isn’t someone who never doubts his decisions or shows no fear in tough situations. A good leader is someone who despite being afraid and/or doubting himself still sticks to the plan he considers the best for his people. And that’s exactly what Jon does in the next day.

It’s crucial for the alliance between Wildings and Black Brothers to work that everyone will behave that day. And while Jon has no authority on Wildings -yet!- he’s the Lord Commander so he makes sure that his men will be obedient:

"Remember," Jon said,

"Tormund's people are hungry, cold, and fearful. Some of them hate us as much as some of you hate them. We are dancing on rotten ice here, them and us. One crack, and we all drown. If blood should be shed today, it had best not be one of us who strikes the first blow, or I swear by the old gods and the new that I will have the head of the man who strikes it."

They answered him with ayes and nods and muttered words, with

"As you command," and "It will be done," and "Yes, my lord."

Jon continues to make a series of clever decisions this particular day. Despite not liking having guards around him, when he goes to meet Tormund he takes eight brothers in their prime to go with him, as a Lord who wants to aspire respect would do. Also, knowing that the Wildings respect strength and that in terms of appearence he leaves a lot to be desired (not a dig against Jon, he’s only a seventeen years old teenager hardly looking fearsome for Free Folk who has survived much worse) he also calls Ghost by his side which adds to his overall presence.

Furthermore, he takes one hundred wilding young boys as hostages in order to secure that the rest of the Wildings will behave. It’s during the hostage reception that Jon shows insight on the Night Watch matters. When he realizes that there are two girls dressed as boys among the hostages he refuses to accept them and demands two actual boys to take their place. That’s because he know his black brothers’ weaknesses , some of them are criminals and even rapists. He won’t let two little girls around them.It’s not political wise (because hostages shouldn’t be harmed) and more importantly his morals and his kindness towards the weaker wouldn’t allow him to let little girls face the possibility of being sexually harassed.

Another trait a good leader should possess is not being arrogant, believing he knows everything. And Jon’s mantra is quite the opposite; as he recalls his lover,Ygritte, telling him that he knows nothing he admits that this still applies to that day. Despite taking drastic measures to save both Westerosi and the Free Folk from the real danger the Others (and he’s the only one in position of power who does so) he’s humble enough when it comes to his leadership to believe he has still a lot to learn.

An intersting note is that the Wildings don’t swear an oath to be loyal to the Night Watch but to Jon Snow specifically. Having read the end of the book where men of the Night Watch betray their Commander, Jon might soon need an army and he already have one in the Wildings.

Closing this meta, I’d like to offer two passages where it shows that Jon managed to do what no other Lord Commander did before him; to unite the Westerosi and the Free Folk (perhaps temporary but that remains to be seen):

Ahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. One long blast. For a thousand years or more, that sound had meant rangers coming home. Today it meant something else. Today it called the free folk to their new homes. [...]

The castle Jon returned to was far different from the one he'd left that morning. For as long as he had known it, Castle Black had been a place of silence and shadows, where a meagre company of men in black moved like ghosts amongst the ruins of a fortress that had once housed ten times their numbers. All that had changed. Lights now shone through windows where Jon Snow had never seen lights shine before. Strange voices echoed down the yards, and free folk were coming and going along icy paths that had only known the black boots of crows for years.[...]

#jon snow #jonsnowmonth2022 #jon snow meta #asoiaf meta #free folk #wildings #night's watch #mymeta

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