first-rate occasions.

first-rate occasions.

paying no attention

2017-07-13 11:13:36 | 日記

       
“And what if they do? I’d sooner be stolen by a strong man than be given t’ some weakling by my father.”  “You say that, but how can you know? What if you were stolen by someone you hated?”  “He’d have t’ be quick and cunning and brave t’ steal me. So his sons would be strong and smart as well. Why would I hate such a man as that?”  “Maybe he never washes, so he smells as rank as a bear.”  “Then I’d push him in a stream or throw a bucket o’ water on him. Anyhow, men shouldn’t smell sweet like flowers.”  “What’s wrong with flowers?”  “Nothing, for a bee. For bed I want one o’ these.” Ygritte made to grab the front of his breeches.  Jon caught her wrist.

 

“What if the man who stole you drank too much?” he insisted. “What if he was brutal or cruel?” He tightened his grip to make a point. “What if he was stronger than you, and liked to beat you bloody?”  “I’d cut his throat while he slept. You know nothing, Jon Snow.” Ygritte twisted like an eel and wrenched away from him.  I know one thing. I know that you are wildling to the bone. It was easy to forget that sometimes, when they were laughing together, or kissing. But then one of them would say something, or do something, and he would suddenly be reminded of the wall between their worlds.  “A man can own a woman or a man can own a knife,” Ygritte told him, “but no man can own both.

Every little girl learns that from her mother.” She raised her chin defiantly and gave her thick red hair a shake. “And men can’t own the land no more’n they can own the sea or the sky. You kneelers think you do, but Mance is going t’ show you different.”  It was a fine brave boast, but it rang hollow. Jon glanced back to make certain the Magnar was not in earshot. Errok, Big Boil, and Hempen Dan were walking a few yards behind them, but. Big Boil was complaining of his arse. “Ygritte,” he said in a low voice, “Mance cannot win this war.”  “He can!” she insisted. “You know nothing, Jon Snow. You have never seen the free folk fight!”  Wildlings fought like heroes or demons, depending on who you talked to, but it came down to the same thing in the end. They fight with reckless courage, every man out for glory. “I don’t doubt that you’re all very brave, but when it comes to battle, discipline beats valor every time. In the end Mance will fail as all the Kings-beyond-the-Wall have failed before him. And when he does, you’ll die. All of you.”  Ygritte had looked so angry he thought she was about to strike him. “All of us,” she said.

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