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It was Chett who answered Jon’s knock. “I need to speak to Maester Aemon,” Jon told him. “The maester is abed, as you should be. Come back on the morrow and maybe he’ll see you.” He began to shut the door. Jon jammed it open with his boot. “I need to speak to him now. The morning will be too late.” Chett scowled. “The maester is not accustomed to being woken in the night. Do you know how old he is?” “Old enough to treat visitors with more courtesy than you,” Jon said. “Give him my pardons. I would not disturb his rest if it were not important.” “And if I refuse?” Jon had his boot wedged solidly in the door. “I can stand here all night if I must.”
A Game of Thrones- Chapter 41 (George R. R. Martin)
00_Tormenta de espadas
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuooooooooooooooooooooo.
El sonido siguió y siguió, hasta parecer que no iba a terminar nunca. Los cuervos aleteaban, graznaban, revoloteaban dentro de sus jaulas y chocaban contra los barrotes, y por todo el campamento se levantaban los hermanos de la Guardia de la Noche, se ponían las armaduras, se ceñían los cinturones de los que colgaban las espadas y echaban mano a los arcos y hachas de batalla. Samwell Tarly estaba de pie, temblando, con el rostro del mismo color de la nieve que se arremolinaba en torno a ellos.
—Tres —chilló, dirigiéndose a Chett—, han sido tres, he oído tres. No han tocado tres nunca. Jamás, en miles y miles de años. Tres significa...
—Los Otros
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I felt the ink course through me, felt it rev up every facility in my body. All the floodgates busted. I jabbed a finger at Levi and snarled, lip curled up in a sneer, and the voice in my spine and I said: "/Chett/." He buckled.
The Scapegracers, by H.A. Clarke
"—Others." Chett made a sound that was half a laugh and half a sob, and suddenly his small clothes were wet, and he could feel the piss running down his leg, see steam rising off the front of his breeches.
Prologue - pg 17
The third horn is blown for the first time in millennia, the others are coming!
For the most part, the only problem I had with this one was figuring out what the windbreak Sam was sleeping under looked like and how many ravens Sam is looking after. It's tricky because it seems to be one of the scenes where I need to force what I remember from the show out of my mind. With the land around the Fist of the First Men being dense forest rather than Iceland.
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