Tengo una idea bastante precisa de cuáles son mis puntos fuertes y mis puntos débiles. Debo hacer algo por el honor de mi casa, ¿no te parece? Pero, ¿qué? Puede que tenga las piernas cortas en relación con mi cuerpo, pero la cabeza la tengo demasiado grande, aunque prefiero pensar que es del tamaño adecuado para mi mente.
Mi hermana se casó con el nuevo rey, y ese odioso sobrino que tengo será rey tras su muerte. Después resulta que mi hermano mató a ese mismo rey, ironías de la vida. Pero soy un Lannister de Roca Casterly, y eso que se perdieron las ferias. Si hubiera nacido en una familia de campesinos seguramente me habrían abandonado a la intemperie para que muriera, o me habrían vendido como monstruo de feria. Tengo fuerza en los brazos, pero también son cortos. Por cierto, la diseñé yo mismo, ya que hablamos del tema. Necesito una silla de montar especial para no caerme del caballo. Martin, A Game of ThronesĨ0.“Tengo las piernas cortas y retorcidas, y me cuesta caminar. When I broke her maidenhead, she wept, but afterward she kissed me and sang her little song, and by morning I was in love.” ~~ George R.R. I’ll never know where I found the courage. The next thing I knew, I was sharing her bed. I was only thirteen, and the wine went to my head, I fear. We finished two whole chickens and part of a third, and drank a flagon of wine, talking. She was hungrier than I would have believed. The girl was too frightened to send her off by herself, though, so I offered to take her to the closest inn and feed her while my brother rode back to the Rock for help. She was a crofter’s child, orphaned when her father died of fever, on her way to… Well, nowhere, really. By the time he came trotting back, I’d gotten a name out of her, and a story. They’d torn the rags she was wearing half off her back, so I wrapped her in my cloak while Jaime chase the men into the woods. Lowborn, half-starved, unwashed… Yet lovely. Martin, A Game of Thronesģ0.“She was scarcely a year older than I was, dark-haired, slender, with a face that would break your heart. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.” ~~ George R.R. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs.“ And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. Most of them are.“ He favored Jon with a rueful grin. „I don’t even know who my mother was,“ Jon said. My mother died birthing me, and he’s never been sure.“ „You are your mother’s trueborn son of Lannister.“ „All dwarfs are bastards in their father’s eyes.“ „What do you know about being a bastard?“ Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.“ „Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. „Let me give you some counsel, bastard,“ Lannister said. He was pleased by the dwarf’s comment, but he tried not to let it show. You have more of the north in you than your brothers.“ „Lord Eddard Stark is my father,“ Jon admitted stiffly. Generations of capering fools in motley have won me the right to dress badly and say any damn thing that comes into my head.“ He grinned.
He pressed his lips together and said nothing.ĭid I offend you? Lannister said. Jon felt a coldness pass right through him. 19.“You’re Ned Stark’s bastard, aren’t you?
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