"George R. R. Martin - A Song of Ice and Fire 4 - A Feast for Crows" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin George R R)

an apple on a branch, jumped up. pulled it down, and threw. Alleras drew his
bowstring back to his ear. turning gracefully to follow the target in flight. I
le loosed his shaft just as the apple began to fall.

"You always miss your last shot," said Roone.

The apple splashed down into the river, untouched.

"See?' said Roone.

"The day you make them all is the day you stop improving." Alleras unstrung
his longbow and eased it into its leather case. The bow was caned from
goldenheart. a rare and fabled wood from the Summer Isles. Pate had tried to
bend it once, and failed. The Sphinx looks slight, but there's strength in
those slim arms, he reflected, as Alleras threw a leg across the bench and
reached for his wine cup. "The dragon has three heads," he announced in his
soft Dornish drawl.

"Is this a riddle?' Roone wanted to know. "Sphinxes always speak in riddles
in the tales."

"No riddle.' Alleras sipped his wine. The rest of them were quaffing
tankards of the fearsomely strong cider that the Quill and Tankard was renowned
for. but he preferred the strange, sweet wines of his mother's country. Even in
Oldtown such wines did not corne cheap.

It had been Lazy Leo who dubbed Alleras "the Sphinx." A sphinx is a bit of
this, a bit of that: a human face, the body of a lion, the wings of a hawk.
Alleras was the same: his father was a Domishman. his mother a black-skinned
Summer Islander. I lis own skin was dark as teak. And like the green marble
sphinxes that flanked the Citadel's main gate. Alleras had eyes of onyx.

"No dragon has ever had three heads except on shields and banners,' Armen the
Acolyte said firmly. "That was a heraldic charge, no more. Furthermore, the
Targaryens are all dead."

"Not all," said Alleras. "The Beggar King had a sister."

"I thought her head was smashed against a wall." said Roone.

"No." said Alleras. "It was Prince Rhaegar's young son Aegon whose head was
dashed against the wall by the Lion of Lannisters brave men. We speak of
Rhaegar s sister, born on Dragonstone before its fall. The one they called
Daenerys.'

"The Stormborn. I recall her now." Mollander lifted his tankard high,
sloshing the cider that remained. "Here's to her!" He gulped, slammed his empty