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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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Arya was joking aroundwith the crew, paying no attention to the servants, arriving from lord Celtigar. They can wait. After all, the embassy clearly will take on way more than one day, the queen-consort has every right to spend the first evening in the company of vessel's crew.
"Let lord - master of whisperers be sure no one of sailors is planning to poison or slaughter me." - Arya replied to yet one another appearance of lord Celtigar's servant, and returned to the joke exchange with team.
-Eh, your Grace Arry! And remember, how I kept you on the right? - said Add, now already proudly keeping on his neck
boatswain's whistling flute .
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Well, it seems, I have forgotten a bit? I think, the only thing you did - stopping me.
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This for what?
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Just to say - "Well, run quickly, little boy!"
Everyone laughed, but the cheerful brave seaman parried without losing his head:
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More than one or two times later the wolf girl has been calling this case to mind. Especially after becoming the queen-consort of Westeros. Because if she had not decided to ask back then to the king's longship, if not the kindhearted Addam from the Stone, whom everyone call shortly and simply "Add", who later has become a good friend of perky cabineboy, Arya would have been left in Braavos - and Stranger alone knows, how it would turn. The girl was then clinging to the, as it seemed to her back then, last chance to get once again into the "pack", reunite with the last, as sher considered, her relative alive - Jon on the Wall. Now Arya Stark, recalling that case, realized, that she could've lost something immeasurably greater.
To her memory immediately came how on the very first day, when the newly became member of the crew was tying her knot and preparing to go to bed, from th
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- I deadly need it! I can be a cabinboy, sit in the nest, clean the potatoes...
The sailor put his finger on chin, and spoke while thinking:
"Ey, friend, I don't want to get beaten in neck. Captain'll ask: "Who is he? What if a spy?" Well, to Others with you. Get onto the vessel. you'll sleep where others sleep, on lower deck. Time to time - be on watch. Well, I see, you are not the one to be frightened by work. I'll say a word for you to the boys and the captain."
The newly-minted cabin boy got mountain lifted from his head. But then the seaman noticed the hanging on "little lad"'s belt thin blade.
-Eh, little lad, what are you here, coming barging in here with a sword? Or who's this starving girl in leather dress? What a war spirit! So small, and already swiped some thief's blade!
Arya gripped the Needle tightly.
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That's mine!
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And that's answer I like. Only I fear t
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The entire Westerosi history would go other way, and she doubted that into better side. What to say about the "lonely she-wolf" herself's life's course. However, she has brought herself to ask already familiar tp her carefree lad.
- May I come, please... to your ship? I am ready to do any work, sleep anywhere! Just, please, take me to your ship?
The sailor surprisedly looked on Arya, measured her with sight and, after coughing, asked again:
- Are you joking, little one? It was said to you, king's vessel! He himself with lord Davos are not still coming back, only queen and princess aboard, otherwise you'd not even see our backs. We are not taking passengers. Besides, who in healthy sences will go to the Wall willingly. No, friend, if you want to see the world, don't advice, boy, to go North. You'll get everything frost, put the black on - and deadman alive!
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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.
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!"
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