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re: Crackpot ASOIAF Theories SPOILERS
Posted on 8/26/12 at 3:47 pm to BluegrassBelle
Posted on 8/26/12 at 3:47 pm to BluegrassBelle
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Just let me know if it doesn't work
thank you
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Posted on 8/26/12 at 7:06 pm to ornagestorm
The Winds of Winter - Victarion I
The Noble Lady was a tub of a ship, as fat and wallowing as the noble ladies of the green lands. Her holds were huge, and Victarion packed them with armed men. With her would sail the other, lesser prizes that the Iron Fleet had taken on its long voyage to Slaver's Bay, a lubberly assortment of cogs, great cogs, carracks, and trading galleys salted here and there with fishing boats. It was a fleet both fat and feeble, promising much in the way of wool and wines and other trade goods and little in the way of danger. Victarion gave the command of it to Wulf One-Ear.
"The slavers may shiver when they spy your sails rising from the sea," he told him. "but once they see you plain they will laugh at their fears. Traders and fishers, that's all you are. Any man can see that. Let them get close as they like, but keep your men hidden belowdecks until you are ready. Then close, and board them. Free the slaves and feed the slavers to the sea, but take the ships. We will have need of every hull to carry us back home."
"Home," Wulf grinned. "The men'll like the sound o' that, Lord Captain. The ships first – then we break these Yunkishmen. Aye."
The Iron Victory was lashed alongside the Noble Lady, the two ships bound tight with chains and grappling hooks, a ladder stretched between them. The great cog was much larger than the warship and sat higher in the water. All along the gunwales the faces of the Ironborn peered down, watching as Victarion clapped Wulf One-Ear on the shoulder and sent him clambering up the ladder. The sea was smooth and still, the sky bright with stars. Wulf ordered the ladder drawn up, the chains cast off. The warship and the cog parted ways. In the distance the rest of Victarion's famed fleet was raising sail. A ragged cheer went up from the crew of the Iron Victory, and was answered in kind by the men of the Noble Lady.
Victarion had given Wulf his best fighters. He envied them. They would be the first to strike a blow, the first to see that look of fear in the foemen's eyes. As he stood at the prow of the Iron Victory watching One-Ear's merchant ships vanish one by one into the west, the faces of the first foes he'd ever slain came back to Victarion Greyjoy. He thought of his first ship, of his first woman. A restlessness was in him, a hunger for the dawn and the things this day would bring. Death or glory, I will drink my fill of both today. The Seastone Chair should've been his when Balon died, but his brother Euron had stolen it from him, just as he had stolen his wife many years before. He stole her and he soiled her, but he left it for me to slay her.
All that was done and gone now, though. Victarion would have his due at last. I have the horn, and soon I will have the woman. A woman lovelier than the wife he made me kill.
"Captain." The voice belonged to Longwater Pyke. "The oarsmen await your pleasure."
Three of them, and strong ones. "Send them to my cabin. I'll want the priest as well."
The oarsmen were all big. One was a boy, one a brute, one a bastard’s bastard. The Boy had been rowing for less than a year, the Brute for twenty. They had names, but Victarion did not know them. One had come from Lamentation, one from Sparrow Hawk, one from Spider Kiss. He could not be expected to know the names of every thrall who had ever pulled an oar in the Iron Fleet.
“Show them the horn,” he commanded, when the three had been ushered into his cabin.
Moqorro brought it forth, and the dusky woman lifted up a lantern to give them all a look. In the shifting lantern light the hell-horn seemed to writhe and turn in the priest’s hands like a serpent fighting to escape. Moqorro was a man of monstrous size – big-bellied, broad-shouldered, towering – but even in his grasp the horn looked huge.
“My brother found this thing on Valyria,” Victarion told the thralls. “Think how big the dragon must’ve been to bear two of these upon his head. Bigger than Vhagar or Meraxes, bigger than Balerion the Black Dread.” He took the horn from Moqorro and ran his palm along its curves. “At the Kingsmoot on Old Wyk one of Euron’s mutes blew upon this horn. Some of you will remember. It was not a sound that any man who heard it will ever forget.”
“They say he died,” the Boy said, “him who blew the horn.”
“Aye. The horn was smoking after. The mute had blisters on his lips, and the bird inked across his chest was bleeding. He died the next day. When they cut him open his lungs were black.”
“The horn is cursed,” said the Bastard’s Bastard.
“A dragon’s horn from Valyria,” said Victarion. “Aye, it’s cursed. I never said it wasn’t.” He brushed his hand across one of the red gold bands and the ancient glyph seemed to sing beneath his fingertips. For half a heartbeat he wanted nothing so much as to sound the horn himself. Euron was a fool to give me this, it is a precious thing, and powerful. With this I’ll win the Seastone Chair, and then the Iron Throne. With this I’ll win the world.
“Claggorn blew the horn thrice and died for it. He was as big as any of you, and strong as me. So strong that he could twist a man’s head right off his shoulders with only his bare hands, and yet the horn killed him.”
“It will kill us too, then,” said the Boy.
Victarion did not oft forgive a thrall for talking out of turn, but the Boy was young, no more than twenty, and soon to die besides. He let it pass.
“The mute sounded the horn three times. You three will sound it only once. Might be you’ll die, might be you won’t. All men die. The Iron Fleet is sailing into battle. Many on this very ship will be dead before the sun goes down – stabbed or slashed, gutted, drowned, burned alive – only the Gods know which of us will still be here come the morrow. Sound the horn and live and I’ll make free men of you, one or two or all three. I’ll give you wives, a bit of land, a ship to sail, thralls of your own. Men will know your names.”
“Even you, Lord Captain?” asked the Bastard’s Bastard.
“Aye.”
“I’ll do it then.”
“And me,” said the Boy.
The Brute crossed his arms and nodded.
If it made the three feel braver to believe they had a choice, let them cling to that. Victarion cared little what they believed, they were only thralls.
“You will sail with me on Iron Victory,” he told them, “but you will not join the battle. Boy, you’re the youngest – you’ll sound the horn first. When the time comes you will blow it long and loud. They say you are strong. Blow the horn until you are too weak to stand, until the last bit of breath has been squeezed from you, until your lungs are burning. Let the freedmen hear you in Meereen, the slavers in Yunkai, the ghosts in Astapor. Let the monkeys shite themselves at the sound when it rolls across the Isle of Cedars. Then pass the horn along to the next man. Do you hear me? Do you know what to do?”
The Boy and the Bastard’s Bastard tugged their forelocks; the Brute might’ve done the same, but he was bald.
“You may touch the horn. Then go.”
They left him one by one. The three thralls, and then Moqorro. Victarion would not let him take the hell-horn.
“I will keep it here with me, until it is needed.”
“As you command. Would you have me bleed you?”
Victarion seized the dusky woman by the wrist and pulled her to him. “She will do it. Go pray to your red god. Light your fire, and tell me what you see.”
Moqorro’s dark eyes seemed to shine. “I see dragons.”
The Noble Lady was a tub of a ship, as fat and wallowing as the noble ladies of the green lands. Her holds were huge, and Victarion packed them with armed men. With her would sail the other, lesser prizes that the Iron Fleet had taken on its long voyage to Slaver's Bay, a lubberly assortment of cogs, great cogs, carracks, and trading galleys salted here and there with fishing boats. It was a fleet both fat and feeble, promising much in the way of wool and wines and other trade goods and little in the way of danger. Victarion gave the command of it to Wulf One-Ear.
"The slavers may shiver when they spy your sails rising from the sea," he told him. "but once they see you plain they will laugh at their fears. Traders and fishers, that's all you are. Any man can see that. Let them get close as they like, but keep your men hidden belowdecks until you are ready. Then close, and board them. Free the slaves and feed the slavers to the sea, but take the ships. We will have need of every hull to carry us back home."
"Home," Wulf grinned. "The men'll like the sound o' that, Lord Captain. The ships first – then we break these Yunkishmen. Aye."
The Iron Victory was lashed alongside the Noble Lady, the two ships bound tight with chains and grappling hooks, a ladder stretched between them. The great cog was much larger than the warship and sat higher in the water. All along the gunwales the faces of the Ironborn peered down, watching as Victarion clapped Wulf One-Ear on the shoulder and sent him clambering up the ladder. The sea was smooth and still, the sky bright with stars. Wulf ordered the ladder drawn up, the chains cast off. The warship and the cog parted ways. In the distance the rest of Victarion's famed fleet was raising sail. A ragged cheer went up from the crew of the Iron Victory, and was answered in kind by the men of the Noble Lady.
Victarion had given Wulf his best fighters. He envied them. They would be the first to strike a blow, the first to see that look of fear in the foemen's eyes. As he stood at the prow of the Iron Victory watching One-Ear's merchant ships vanish one by one into the west, the faces of the first foes he'd ever slain came back to Victarion Greyjoy. He thought of his first ship, of his first woman. A restlessness was in him, a hunger for the dawn and the things this day would bring. Death or glory, I will drink my fill of both today. The Seastone Chair should've been his when Balon died, but his brother Euron had stolen it from him, just as he had stolen his wife many years before. He stole her and he soiled her, but he left it for me to slay her.
All that was done and gone now, though. Victarion would have his due at last. I have the horn, and soon I will have the woman. A woman lovelier than the wife he made me kill.
"Captain." The voice belonged to Longwater Pyke. "The oarsmen await your pleasure."
Three of them, and strong ones. "Send them to my cabin. I'll want the priest as well."
The oarsmen were all big. One was a boy, one a brute, one a bastard’s bastard. The Boy had been rowing for less than a year, the Brute for twenty. They had names, but Victarion did not know them. One had come from Lamentation, one from Sparrow Hawk, one from Spider Kiss. He could not be expected to know the names of every thrall who had ever pulled an oar in the Iron Fleet.
“Show them the horn,” he commanded, when the three had been ushered into his cabin.
Moqorro brought it forth, and the dusky woman lifted up a lantern to give them all a look. In the shifting lantern light the hell-horn seemed to writhe and turn in the priest’s hands like a serpent fighting to escape. Moqorro was a man of monstrous size – big-bellied, broad-shouldered, towering – but even in his grasp the horn looked huge.
“My brother found this thing on Valyria,” Victarion told the thralls. “Think how big the dragon must’ve been to bear two of these upon his head. Bigger than Vhagar or Meraxes, bigger than Balerion the Black Dread.” He took the horn from Moqorro and ran his palm along its curves. “At the Kingsmoot on Old Wyk one of Euron’s mutes blew upon this horn. Some of you will remember. It was not a sound that any man who heard it will ever forget.”
“They say he died,” the Boy said, “him who blew the horn.”
“Aye. The horn was smoking after. The mute had blisters on his lips, and the bird inked across his chest was bleeding. He died the next day. When they cut him open his lungs were black.”
“The horn is cursed,” said the Bastard’s Bastard.
“A dragon’s horn from Valyria,” said Victarion. “Aye, it’s cursed. I never said it wasn’t.” He brushed his hand across one of the red gold bands and the ancient glyph seemed to sing beneath his fingertips. For half a heartbeat he wanted nothing so much as to sound the horn himself. Euron was a fool to give me this, it is a precious thing, and powerful. With this I’ll win the Seastone Chair, and then the Iron Throne. With this I’ll win the world.
“Claggorn blew the horn thrice and died for it. He was as big as any of you, and strong as me. So strong that he could twist a man’s head right off his shoulders with only his bare hands, and yet the horn killed him.”
“It will kill us too, then,” said the Boy.
Victarion did not oft forgive a thrall for talking out of turn, but the Boy was young, no more than twenty, and soon to die besides. He let it pass.
“The mute sounded the horn three times. You three will sound it only once. Might be you’ll die, might be you won’t. All men die. The Iron Fleet is sailing into battle. Many on this very ship will be dead before the sun goes down – stabbed or slashed, gutted, drowned, burned alive – only the Gods know which of us will still be here come the morrow. Sound the horn and live and I’ll make free men of you, one or two or all three. I’ll give you wives, a bit of land, a ship to sail, thralls of your own. Men will know your names.”
“Even you, Lord Captain?” asked the Bastard’s Bastard.
“Aye.”
“I’ll do it then.”
“And me,” said the Boy.
The Brute crossed his arms and nodded.
If it made the three feel braver to believe they had a choice, let them cling to that. Victarion cared little what they believed, they were only thralls.
“You will sail with me on Iron Victory,” he told them, “but you will not join the battle. Boy, you’re the youngest – you’ll sound the horn first. When the time comes you will blow it long and loud. They say you are strong. Blow the horn until you are too weak to stand, until the last bit of breath has been squeezed from you, until your lungs are burning. Let the freedmen hear you in Meereen, the slavers in Yunkai, the ghosts in Astapor. Let the monkeys shite themselves at the sound when it rolls across the Isle of Cedars. Then pass the horn along to the next man. Do you hear me? Do you know what to do?”
The Boy and the Bastard’s Bastard tugged their forelocks; the Brute might’ve done the same, but he was bald.
“You may touch the horn. Then go.”
They left him one by one. The three thralls, and then Moqorro. Victarion would not let him take the hell-horn.
“I will keep it here with me, until it is needed.”
“As you command. Would you have me bleed you?”
Victarion seized the dusky woman by the wrist and pulled her to him. “She will do it. Go pray to your red god. Light your fire, and tell me what you see.”
Moqorro’s dark eyes seemed to shine. “I see dragons.”
Posted on 8/26/12 at 7:18 pm to jrodLSUke
frick. Yes
Posted on 8/26/12 at 7:19 pm to jrodLSUke
Thanks for the transcript. I had been trying to find it. If you come across the one for Arianne's chapter please post it here. 
Posted on 8/26/12 at 7:28 pm to BluegrassBelle
FWIW, I've looked for the Arianne chapter (it's her 2nd chapter from what I've gotten) and because GRRM didn't give permission for it to be transcribed it's made it almost impossible to get.
That said, I did find this indepth synopsis of it:
That said, I did find this indepth synopsis of it:
quote:
SPOILERS FOR THE WINDS OF WINTER Princess Arianne has been dispatched by her father to meet with Lord Jon Connington and Prince Aegon, as Prince Doran was informed of their arrival in Westeros in Arianne’s previous chapter. She is accompanied by a Dornish retinue that includes Elia Sand — the eldest of the younger four Sand Snakes, Oberyn Martell’s daughters by Ellaria Sand — and Daemon Sand, the Bastard of Godsgrace, who appeared in ASOS as Oberyn’s squire and was noted in AFFC to have been Arianne’s first lover. Nymeria and Tyene have also left Dorne, with Princess Myrcella and 300 spears. Arianne’s brother Trystane remains safe at the Water Gardens. While en route to Griffin’s Roost, Arianne contemplates whether or not Quentyn ever reached Daenerys and married her. She thinks about how Dany is but a young maiden, and thinks that Quentyn, who is unremarkable-looking and not very dashing, is unlikely to impress someone Dany’s age. Still, Arianne thinks Dany will want Dorne enough to marry Quentyn; she wonders if she will have to call her brother ‘King Quentyn’, which she thinks sounds rather silly. She’s shaken out of her reverie when she realizes her cousin Elia has been missing for a while, and goes to look for her. Elia is in a cave catching fish with her bare hands in a pool. Arianne is furious with her for running off, and Elia gets a bit petulant because she doesn’t think that she did anything wrong. Arianne makes her promise to behave, as she’s supposed to be pretending to be one of the Princess’s maidservants. She shouts at Elia that the girl could have died in the cave, and ‘died’ echoes ominously three times against the walls. Arianne confides in Elia that she often wishes Oberyn had been her father instead of Doran. On the walls of the cave they find carvings left behind by the Children of the Forest. The party is met by two Golden Company men, Young John Mudd and Chain. They won’t tell Arianne much, but eventually she gets Chain to admit that Connington has left for Storm’s End. Arianne thinks that’s preposterous, as she considers the various castles in Westeros and proclaims that Storm’s End would be the most difficult to capture. Despite their earlier talk, Elia continues to misbehave; Arianne catches her making out with a servant named Feathers who is twice her age. Arianne yells at her and Elia protests that it was just kissing; Arianne reminisces privately about losing her virginity to Daemon at the same age. The two women argue over who would be a more attractive hostage, and then Elia promises again to behave. Golden Company spymaster Lysono Maar meets the party and begins to lead them. Arianne does not care for him, and describes him as looking like a Targaryen. Lysono and Arianne debate Aegon vs. Dany. Lysono says that Aegon has Dornish blood, to which Arianne replies that so does Daenerys. He then proclaims that Aegon is the Dragon, to which Arianne replies that Daenerys has three. Along the way Arianne contemplates whether Connington is worthy of Dorne’s assistance; she believes he will need the Dornishmen to take King’s Landing. Upon arrival at Griffin’s Roost, Arianne is informed by Haldon Halfmaester that Connington has not only already left for Storm’s End, but has successfully conquered it; the Tyrell armies are coming from King’s Landing now to try to take it back. Arianne is stunned at Connington’s success. Haldon tells her that Connington and Aegon want to meet her at Storm’s End, and Daemon begs her not to go into danger. Arianne rebukes him, saying that she must be her father’s true heir and go to meet this ‘Dragon.’
Posted on 8/26/12 at 10:55 pm to BluegrassBelle
Crackpipe Theory: Jaime "Goldenhand" Lannister is heading for a rendezvous with Undead Cat and Thoros, a red priest. Reading the Victarion excerpt from TWOW reminds me that Victarion and Jaime have a bit in common.
And that would have to do with their sword arms.
Victarion had his sword arm revived by a red priest. Can Thoros of Myr do the same for Jaime? I mean, the dude can take a drowned corpse from the river and create an undead...zombie bitch...Un-Cat thing. Why not revive a little ole sword arm?
Thus, Jaime gets a back a fully functional, possibly stronger, sword arm.
But what about all that work Jaime has been doing with his left hand? Well...there are two Lannister Valeryian swords out there just waiting for an ambitextrous swordsman.
Other musings on the Jamie & Brieannette storyline:
It seems to me that Jamie is in deep doo doo. However, I can see two ways for him to get out of that mess.
1. Catelyn Stark made a vow to Brienne. And that was to allow her to go after Stannis whenever and however she chooses. That may allow her to save Jaime.
2. The alternative "out" for Jaime is one I find much more interesting. Jaime can demand a trial by combat. There is no doubt that would pit Jamie "Goldenhand" vs Brienne "Juliette".
:In Before Nissa Nissa:
:In Before Too Much Herradura:
And that would have to do with their sword arms.
Victarion had his sword arm revived by a red priest. Can Thoros of Myr do the same for Jaime? I mean, the dude can take a drowned corpse from the river and create an undead...zombie bitch...Un-Cat thing. Why not revive a little ole sword arm?
Thus, Jaime gets a back a fully functional, possibly stronger, sword arm.
But what about all that work Jaime has been doing with his left hand? Well...there are two Lannister Valeryian swords out there just waiting for an ambitextrous swordsman.
Other musings on the Jamie & Brieannette storyline:
It seems to me that Jamie is in deep doo doo. However, I can see two ways for him to get out of that mess.
1. Catelyn Stark made a vow to Brienne. And that was to allow her to go after Stannis whenever and however she chooses. That may allow her to save Jaime.
2. The alternative "out" for Jaime is one I find much more interesting. Jaime can demand a trial by combat. There is no doubt that would pit Jamie "Goldenhand" vs Brienne "Juliette".
:In Before Nissa Nissa:
:In Before Too Much Herradura:
This post was edited on 8/27/12 at 7:44 am
Posted on 8/26/12 at 11:04 pm to jrodLSUke
quote:
Crackpipe Theory
WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! How bout you put that thing down.
Posted on 8/26/12 at 11:09 pm to BluegrassBelle
quote:
BluegrassBelle
I look like Jon when I don't shave, but I'm taken, haha
Posted on 8/26/12 at 11:22 pm to SLafourche07
quote:
WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! How bout you put that thing down.
Not until Cotton admits that Aegon VI = Darkstar.
Posted on 8/26/12 at 11:24 pm to jrodLSUke
quote:
Not until Cotton admits that Aegon VI = Darkstar.
frick.
That.
Just don't go about stealing my shite
Posted on 8/26/12 at 11:27 pm to kingbob
quote:
I look like Jon when I don't shave, but I'm taken, haha
Damn tease.
I've already got my lookalike though.
Posted on 8/26/12 at 11:43 pm to BluegrassBelle
And I've decided if True Blood ends in a season or so, I want Alexander Skarsgard as Rhaegar in flashbacks.
Posted on 8/27/12 at 12:13 pm to BluegrassBelle
So I finally finished the three Dunk and Egg books that are out (about the only good thing out of being sick BTW) and I really really enjoyed them. I'd like to get my hands on the graphic novels Marvel has made off of them up to this point (I think the Mystery Knight is the only one that hasn't been created for it yet). I can't wait until the next novella comes out, especially since it'll involve Dunk and Egg at Winterfell among the "She-Wolves".
I'm also intrigued by Bloodraven and his role with Bran at this point. I have a hard time thinking he doesn't have an ulterior motive (BTW, I just read details on the whole Bloodraven, Bittersteel, and their half-sister Shiera Seastar who supposedly bathed in the blood of maidens to retain her beauty.....creepy, creepy bunch).
I'm also intrigued by Bloodraven and his role with Bran at this point. I have a hard time thinking he doesn't have an ulterior motive (BTW, I just read details on the whole Bloodraven, Bittersteel, and their half-sister Shiera Seastar who supposedly bathed in the blood of maidens to retain her beauty.....creepy, creepy bunch).
Posted on 8/27/12 at 12:18 pm to BluegrassBelle
quote:
I'm also intrigued by Bloodraven and his role with Bran at this point. I have a hard time thinking he doesn't have an ulterior motive
I'm with you there. I just don't have a good idea of what it might be. A lot have speculated that he is in league with the Children of the Forest, but I'm not sold yet. I would love to have an account of his time on the Wall.
Posted on 8/27/12 at 12:25 pm to BluegrassBelle
I like them a lot, I hope they continue and we see more of their world and the things that happened then. I would love it if the series continues to the Tragedy at Summerhall and we can see hpw that ties in with with everything.
Posted on 8/27/12 at 12:38 pm to Mr. Wayne
quote:
I'm with you there. I just don't have a good idea of what it might be. A lot have speculated that he is in league with the Children of the Forest, but I'm not sold yet. I would love to have an account of his time on the Wall.
Yeah I'm not sure about that either. He was certainly of a darker character then a lot of the Targaryens (and that's saying something). Knowing that I don't buy him having pure intentions. I think it's possible the Children of the Forest go to him because of his greenseeing abilities but I'm not sure they buy into whatever he has cooking (especially if the theory that Jojen ended up as Weirwood paste is legit).
Posted on 8/27/12 at 12:40 pm to ornagestorm
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Tragedy at Summerhall
I read about this earlier and I have to say, I'd be heartbroken reading it if he goes that far with the novellas. I don't think that he will though since from all indications he's only planning the next novella as the last one.
BTW, I also read this about a question asked to GRRM regarding Dunk's lineage.
quote:
Asked if he'll ever tell which character is Dunk's descendent. Got a rather acerbic, "I gave a pretty strong hint in the new book," to which I sheepishly replied "Yea, but I read it real fast, in three days."" I told him I suspected Brienne but thought that she was too obvious and that he'd be more subtle than that and he said, "You think?" Coy bastard.
LINK
This post was edited on 8/27/12 at 12:48 pm
Posted on 8/27/12 at 1:43 pm to BluegrassBelle
After reading the Dunk and Egg Stories, did discover anything new regarding Bran's visions at the end of ADWD? Especially Nos 3 - 6 below.
1. His younger father praying with a bowed head "…let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them,” he prayed, “and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive. [Ned praying for Cat, Jon and Robb.]
2. A girl and a younger boy play fighting with branches. [Lyanna and Benjen]
3. A pregnant women coming out of the black pool praying for a son to avenge her. [This seems to be something important about the Stark's past. But who are they? Dunk's she-wolf?]
4. A slender girl on her toes kissing a knight as tall as Hodor. [Is this the hint GRRM is talking about? Is Hodor the Dunk descendent?]
5. A pale dark eyed youth cutting three branches from the weirwood and shaping them into arrows. [Who are these three arrows for? The description could be Targ or Stark.]
6. Tall, hard, stern men with beards in fur and chain mail forcing a captive down on his knees. A white haired woman killing the captive with a bronze sickle. [Is this another hint that there is a connection to the Targs and Starks?]
1. His younger father praying with a bowed head "…let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them,” he prayed, “and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive. [Ned praying for Cat, Jon and Robb.]
2. A girl and a younger boy play fighting with branches. [Lyanna and Benjen]
3. A pregnant women coming out of the black pool praying for a son to avenge her. [This seems to be something important about the Stark's past. But who are they? Dunk's she-wolf?]
4. A slender girl on her toes kissing a knight as tall as Hodor. [Is this the hint GRRM is talking about? Is Hodor the Dunk descendent?]
5. A pale dark eyed youth cutting three branches from the weirwood and shaping them into arrows. [Who are these three arrows for? The description could be Targ or Stark.]
6. Tall, hard, stern men with beards in fur and chain mail forcing a captive down on his knees. A white haired woman killing the captive with a bronze sickle. [Is this another hint that there is a connection to the Targs and Starks?]
Posted on 8/27/12 at 1:58 pm to jrodLSUke
quote:
1. His younger father praying with a bowed head "…let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them,” he prayed, “and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive. [Ned praying for Cat, Jon and Robb.]
I interpreted it the same way.
quote:
2. A girl and a younger boy play fighting with branches. [Lyanna and Benjen]
I can buy that as well. But it could also be interpreted as Arya playing with her friend before Joffrey had him killed.
quote:
3. A pregnant women coming out of the black pool praying for a son to avenge her. [This seems to be something important about the Stark's past. But who are they? Dunk's she-wolf?]
This one I'm not sure about. There's been some rumors that Jeyne is pregnant. Maybe it's her wishing for Robb's son? (I'm assuming the visions can be past or present though, I can't remember if there's any qualifiers for that).
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4. A slender girl on her toes kissing a knight as tall as Hodor. [Is this the hint GRRM is talking about? Is Hodor the Dunk descendent?]
I think this can definitely have something to do with Dunk. I think Brienne is his descendant though. If you remember a shield bearing his personal arms was in the armory at her home and she used those arms in the Riverlands.
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5. A pale dark eyed youth cutting three branches from the weirwood and shaping them into arrows. [Who are these three arrows for? The description could be Targ or Stark.]
Not sure about the numerical significance but remember, Bloodraven was known for having a weirwood bow.
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6. Tall, hard, stern men with beards in fur and chain mail forcing a captive down on his knees. A white haired woman killing the captive with a bronze sickle. [Is this another hint that there is a connection to the Targs and Starks?]
This one I haven't figured out either.
This post was edited on 8/27/12 at 1:59 pm
Posted on 8/27/12 at 2:08 pm to BluegrassBelle
I guess i'll give my thoery
If Jon snow is truely azor assai reborn i think their is a possibility that his nissa nissa is a dragon. Dragons are described as fire itself. When jon dreamed it about weilding a flaming sword he mentioned longclaw. which makes him different from the original azor assai who welded the sword
also sam tarly refers to longclaw as dragon steel
If Jon snow is truely azor assai reborn i think their is a possibility that his nissa nissa is a dragon. Dragons are described as fire itself. When jon dreamed it about weilding a flaming sword he mentioned longclaw. which makes him different from the original azor assai who welded the sword
also sam tarly refers to longclaw as dragon steel
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