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The Missing Queen 3
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But even after that, at the table sincerely friendly cheerful talk has continued. Mastman by his smooth, loud, a bit hoarse light tenor led:
*Oh, you, my dear,
Don't cry thou mommy*
And gushed out into the lonely brooklet the turbulent flood of chorus' river:
*In a few months
In a few months
All your sons will be home.
They take bread,
They brin' wine,
Salt be on their head.
Sea spared their lives!*
The next verse was pulled by women's voice, like a plow in a soft soil, Arya flatly led, looking for a time above all the heads, as if reaching cavalcade:
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Robespierrine @Richardthethird
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Arya has once again thought about the sang familiar song. First time she has heard it from the Dragonstone sailors in Braavos. She asked whistling simple tune, time to time adding words tall redbearded tan sailor, on whose forehead is hat with lapel, and hefty, confidently slung over the right shoulder sack:
"Whose boat is it?"
A brave seaman has followed the chorus through and slowly, with a bit of pride, said:
"His Grace Stannis Baratheon's, the true king of the Seven kingdoms"
Arya was just going to leave, but then the chat of two sailors reached her ears:
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Even more clothes?
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And what you've wished for? At the Wall things are not like here. There, good brother, you did not put hat on - and ears fell away.
Now Arya even did not want to imagine, what would've been, had not she back then decided to use the thrown by Fate unusual opportunity.
2026-07-12T19:34:50.545ZReply
Thank you for the art and invite Rob š¤ā¤ļø
Wow, lovely creation, and thanks for tagging me, I hadn't seen the first two installments. I am glad to have caught up on them all!
*Oh, don't weep ye
Young betrothed...
Your boy won't feed the fish...*
And once again the canvas of old sea song's chorus started dancing, the voices-bountyful crowd catched and tossed each other the invisible ball of tune:
*They take bread,
They brin' wine,
Salt be on their head!
SEA SPARED THEIR LIVES!*
"Good way!" - finished Arya with risen mug. And simultaneously with the mugs' clink rang out united: "Neither calm, nor storm!"
During my vacations I had enough time to update on The Missing Queen
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