A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, Band 1) - Softcover

Buch 1 von 5: A Song of Ice and Fire

Martin, George R. R.

 
9780553588484: A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, Band 1)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0553588486 ISBN 13: 9780553588484
Verlag: Spectra, 2005

Inhaltsangabe

The kingdom of the royal Stark family faces its ultimate challenge in the onset of a generation-long winter, the poisonous plots of the rival Lannisters, the emergence of the Neverborn demons, and the arrival of barbarian hordes. Reissue.

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George R.R. Martin sold his first story in 1971 and has been writing professionally ever since. He has written fantasy, horror, and science fiction, and for his sins spent ten years in Hollywood as a writer/producer, working on Twilight Zone, Beauty and the Beast, and various feature films and television pilots that were never made. In the mid 90s he returned to prose, his first love, and began work on his epic fantasy series A Song of Ice and Fire. He has been in the Seven Kingdoms ever since. Whenever he's allowed to leave, he returns to Santa Fe, New Mexico, where he lives with the lovely Parris, a big white dog called Mischa, and two cats named Augustus and Caligula who think they run the place.


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The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.  They set forth at daybreak to see a man beheaded, twenty in all, and Bran rode among them, nervous with excitement.  This was the first time he had been deemed old enough to go with his lord father and his brothers to see the king's justice done.  It was the ninth year of summer, and the seventh of Bran's life.

The man had been taken outside a small holdfast in the hills.  Robb thought he was a wildling, his sword sworn to Mance Rayder, the King-beyond-the-Wall.  It made Bran's skin prickle to think of it.  He remembered the hearth tales Old Nan told them.  The wildlings were cruel men, she said, slavers and slayers and thieves.  They consorted with giants and ghouls, stole girl children in the dead of night, and drank blood from polished horns.  And their women lay with the Others in the Long Night to sire terrible half-human children.

But the man they found bound hand and foot to the holdfast wall awaiting the king's justice was old and scrawny, not much taller than Robb.  He had lost both ears and a finger to frostbite, and he dressed all in black, the same as a brother of the Night's Watch, except that his furs were ragged and greasy.

The breath of man and horse mingled, steaming, in the cold morning air as his lord father had the man cut down from the wall and dragged before them.  Robb and Jon sat tall and still on their horses, with Bran between them on his pony, trying to seem older than seven, trying to pretend that he'd seen all this before.  A faint wind blew through the holdfast gate.  Over their heads flapped the banner of the Starks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field.

Bran's father sat solemnly on his horse, long brown hair stirring in the wind.  His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older than his thirty-five years.  He had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day, and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the forest.  He had taken off Father's face, Bran thought, and donned the face of Lord Stark of Winterfell.

There were questions asked and answers given there in the chill of morning, but afterward Bran could not recall much of what had been said.  Finally his lord father gave a command, and two of his guardsmen dragged the ragged man to the ironwood stump in the center of the square.  They forced his head down onto the hard black wood.  Lord Eddard Stark dismounted and his ward Theon Greyjoy brought forth the sword.  "Ice," that sword was called.  It was as wide across as a man's hand, and taller even than Robb.  The blade was Valyrian steel, spell-forged and dark as smoke.  Nothing held an edge like Valyrian steel.

His father peeled off his gloves and handed them to Jory Cassel, the captain of his household guard.  He took hold of Ice with both hands and said, "In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, by the word of Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, I do sentence you to die."  He lifted the great sword high above his head.

Bran's bastard brother Jon Snow moved closer.  "Keep the pony well in hand," he whispered.  "And don't look away.  Father will know if you do."

Bran kept his pony well in hand, and did not look away.

His father took off the man's head with a single sure stroke.  Blood sprayed out across the snow, as red as summerwine.  One of the horses reared and had to be restrained to keep from bolting.  Bran could not take his eyes off the blood.  The snows around the stump drank it eagerly, reddening as he watched.

The head bounced off a thick root and rolled.  It came up near Greyjoy's feet.  Theon was a lean, dark youth of nineteen who found everything amusing.  He laughed, put his boot on the head,and kicked it away.

"Ass," Jon muttered, low enough so Greyjoy did not hear.  He put a hand on Bran's shoulder, and Bran looked over at his bastard brother.  "You did well," Jon told him solemnly.  Jon was fourteen, an old hand at justice.

It seemed colder on the long ride back to Winterfell, though the wind had died by then and the sun was higher in the sky.  Bran rode with his brothers, well ahead of the main party, his pony struggling hard to keep up with their horses.

"The deserter died bravely," Robb said.  He was big and broad and growing every day, with his mother's coloring, the fair skin, red-brown hair, and blue eyes of the Tullys of Riverrun.  "He had courage, at the least."

"No," Jon Snow said quietly.  "It was not courage.  This one was dead of fear.  You could see it in his eyes, Stark."  Jon's eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see.  He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike.  Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.

Robb was not impressed.  "The Others take his eyes," he swore.  "He died well.  Race you to the bridge?"

"Done," Jon said, kicking his horse forward.  Robb cursed and followed, and they galloped off down the trail, Robb laughing and hooting, Jon silent and intent.  The hooves of their horses kicked up showers of snow as they went.

Bran did not try to follow.  His pony could not keep up.  He had seen the ragged man's eyes, and he was thinking of them now.  After a while, the sound of Robb's laughter receded, and the woods grew silent again.

That was when Jon reappeared on the crest of the hill before them.  He waved and shouted down at them.  "Father, Bran, come quickly, see what Robb has found!"  Then he was gone again.

Jory rode up beside them.  "Trouble, my lord?"

"Beyond a doubt," his lord father said.  "Come, let us see what mischief my sons have rooted out now."  He sent his horse into a trot.  Jory and Bran and the rest came after.

They found Robb on the riverbank north of the bridge, with Jon still mounted beside him.  The late summer snows had been heavy this moonturn.  Robb stood knee-deep in white, his hood pulled back so the sun shone in his hair.  He was cradling something in his arm, while the boys talked in hushed, excited voices.

The riders picked their way carefully through the drifts, groping for solid footing on the hidden, uneven ground.  Jory Cassel and Theon Greyjoy were the first to reach the boys.  Greyjoy was laughing and joking as he rode.  Bran heard the breath go out of him.  "Gods!" he exclaimed, struggling to keep control of his horse as he reached for his sword.

Jory's sword was already out.  "Robb, get away from it!" he called as his horse reared under him.

Robb grinned and looked up from the bundle in his arms.  "She can't hurt you," he...

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Verlag
Spectra
Erscheinungsdatum
2005
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0553588486
ISBN 13 
9780553588484
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Anzahl der Seiten
807
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