#rudd threetrees

[firstlawincorrectquotes]

Tul: Threetrees left some very clear instructions. Did you not see the very clear instructions?

Dogman: I saw the note.

Tul: And what did it say?

[A note reads: "Wait for the fucking signal!"]

Dogman: It's ambiguous.

[fiollaigean]

if anything happens to threetrees i shfufhkigcccccgggdaa

[nocontextfirstlawtrilogy]

‘Threetrees… is going… to shit.’

— Before They Are Hanged, Joe Abercrombie

[xserpx]

"By the dead, I can't work you people out! Where I come from a man earns the right to lead! His men follow because they know his quality, and respect him because he shares their hardships with 'em! Even Bethod won his place! Here you pick the ones who know the least to lead, and fix on the biggest fool o' the whole pack for a commander! That prick'll march the lot o' you right into your fucking graves!"

Rudd Threetrees, Before They Are Hanged by Joe Abercrombie

[antrontsr]

Yesterday I finished Last Argument Of Kings by Joe Abercrombie.  This book finished off The First Law Trilogy.  It was a solid read.  Just not as good as the previous installment. 

I hate what happened with Harding Grim.  The light spoken archer was one of my favorite characters.  I loved his affinity to speak the obvious, while refraining from saying anything else.  The few times he went on at length delivered some great quotes.

“’Rudd Threetrees,’ he said, looking round at ‘em one by one. ‘Rock of Uffrith, they called him. No bigger name in all the North.  Great fighter. Great leader.  Great friend.  Lifetime o’ battles. Stood face to face with the Bloody-Nine, then shoulder to shoulder with him.  Never took an easy path, if he thought it was the wrong one. Never stepped back from a fight, if he though it had to be done.  I stood with him, walked with him, fought with him, ten years, all over the North’ His face broke out in a smile. ‘I’ve no complaints.”

“’Hurts,’ said Grim, as Dogman squatted down next to him. 

‘Where?’ 

He gave a bloody smile. ‘Everywhere.’ 

‘Right, well...’ Dogman pulled his shirt up.  One side of his chest was caved in, a great blue-black bruise spread out all across it like a tar-stain. He could hardly believe a man could still be breathing with a would like that. ‘Ah...’ he muttered, not having a clue where to start even.

‘I think...I’m done.’ 

‘What, this?’ Dogman tried to grin but didn’t have it in him. ‘No more’n a scratch.’

‘Scratch, eh?’ Grim tried to lift his head, winced and fell back, breathing shallow.  He stared up, eyes wide open. ‘That’s a fucking beautiful ceiling.’

The Dogman swallowed. ‘Aye, I reckon.”

‘Should’ve died fighting Ninefingers, long time ago. The rest was all a gift.  Grateful for it, though, Dogman. I’ve always loved ...our talks.’

He closed his eyes, and he stopped breathing.  He’d never said much, Harding Grim.  Famous for it.  Now he’d stay silent forever. A pointless sort of a death, a long way from home.  Not for anything he’d believed in, or understood, or stood to gain from.  Nothing more’n a waste.  But then Dogman had seen a lot of men go back to the mud, and there was never anything fine about it.  He took a long breath and stared down at the floor.”

[firstlawincorrectquotes]

Threetrees: Did you have to stab Tul?

Dow: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what he said to me.

Threetrees: What did he say?

Dow: "What are you gonna do, stab me?"

Threetrees: That's fair.

[nocontextfirstlawtrilogy]

“ ‘Wait… for… the… fucking… signal!’  It wasn’t ‘til the Dogman was hid behind a bush with his bow in his hand and a shaft at the ready that he realised. He’d no idea what the signal was.”

— The Blade Itself, Joe Abercrombie

[firstlawincorrectquotes]

Logen: I mean, small creatures are way more vicious. It’s because their anger has less space to be bottled up in.

Dogman: Ridiculous. Give me one example of this.

Forley: Spiders.

Threetrees: Wasps.

Grim: Terriers.

Tul: Black Dow.