"The kindest thing you could do for that one is fill his cup with the milk of the poppy. "The wretch is mad, and in pain, and no use to anyone, least of all himself," declared old Ser Harbert, the castellan of Storm's End in those years. The white raven screamed and went flapping away to perch on the iron railing of the rookery stairs. "The shadows come to stay, my lord, stay my lord, stay my lord." He jerked his head with each word, the bells in his antlers sending up a clangor. " The shadows come to dance, my lord, dance my lord, dance my lord," he sang, hopping from one foot to the other and back again. "Oh, clever clever clever fool." He began to sing. "Clever bird, clever man, clever clever fool," said Patchface, jangling. While Patchface makes many accurate predictions (the Red Wedding among them), the following line/lines has alway stood out (a little bit) to me, mainly with how often it is repeated: So while I was typing this up I came across something I found interesting. Which is fun to do, but has been done over and over again over the last 8+ years. This post started off as just another "lets talk about Patchface" and his origins/prophecies, etc.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |