The Hound’s Helm

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House of the Dragon Season 2

Directors of Photography Alejandro Martínez, PJ Dillon, Catherine Goldschmidt, Vanja Černjul

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"One day, in an earthen hollow made by the roots of a fallen oak, they came face to face with another survivor of the Twins. The badge on his breast showed a pink maiden dancing in a swirl of silk, and he told them he was Ser Marq Piper’s man; a bowman, though he’d lost his bow. His left shoulder was all twisted and swollen where it met his arm; a blow from a mace, he said, it had broken his shoulder and smashed his chainmail deep into his flesh. “A northman, it was,” he wept. “His badge was a bloody man, and he saw mine and made a jape, red man and pink maiden, maybe they should get together. I drank to his Lord Bolton, he drank to Ser Marq, and we drank together to Lord Edmure and Lady Roslin and the King in the North. And then he killed me.” His eyes were fever bright when he said that, and Arya could tell that it was true. His shoulder was swollen grotesquely, and pus and blood had stained his whole left side.

There was a stink to him too. He smells like a corpse. The man begged them for a drink of wine. “If I’d had any wine, I’d have drunk it myself,” the Hound told him. “I can give you water, and the gift of mercy.” The archer looked at him a long while before he said, “You’re Joffrey’s dog.” “My own dog now. Do you want the water?” “Aye.” The man swallowed. “And the mercy. Please.” They had passed a small pond a short ways back. Sandor gave Arya his helm and told her to fill it, so she trudged back to the water’s edge. Mud squished over the toe of her boots. She used the dog’s head as a pail. Water ran out through the eyeholes, but the bottom of the helm still held a lot.

When she came back, the archer turned his face up and she poured the water into his mouth. He gulped it down as fast as she could pour, and what he couldn’t gulp ran down his cheeks into the brown blood that crusted his whiskers, until pale pink tears dangled from his beard. When the water was gone he clutched the helm and licked the steel. “Good,” he said. “I wish it was wine, though. I wanted wine.” “Me too.” The Hound eased his dagger into the man’s chest almost tenderly, the weight of his body driving the point through his surcoat, ringmail, and the quilting beneath. As he slid the blade back out and wiped it on the dead man, he looked at Arya. “That’s where the heart is, girl. That’s how you kill a man.”

A Storm Of Swords, Arya XII

"Mercy", Art by me

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34_Tormenta de espadas_Arya VI

La fuerza del impacto hizo que saltaran por los aires astillas de madera. Los golpes siguieron cayendo, duros, rápidos, desde abajo, desde arriba, por la derecha, por la izquierda, pero Dondarrion los detuvo todos. Las llamas giraban en torno a su espada, y a su paso dejaban un rastro de fantasmas rojos y amarillos. Cada movimiento de Lord Beric les daba nuevas fuerzas y hacía que ardieran con más brillo, hasta que pareció como si el señor del relámpago estuviera en el centro de una jaula de fuego.

 —¿Es fuego valyrio? —preguntó Arya a Gendry. 

—No. Esto es diferente. Esto es... 

—¿Magia? —sugirió ella mientras el Perro retrocedía.

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House of the Dragon Season 1

Directors of Photography Alejandro Martínez, Fabian Wagner, Pepe Ávila del Pino