悲惨世界(Les&Miserables)
大爱：对同胞的爱与同情；小爱：伦理之爱
1 look down
2 not forgive them for what they done.
3 what this world will do for me.
5 you are a dangerous man.
6 follow him.
7 let me see your papers
8 get out.
9 for you are weary
10 though our lives are very humble
11 wine to warm you,bread make you strong
12 bless the food we eat today
13 put it down
14 stay here
15 you give it,that is right.
16 leave the best behind.
17 the man spoke true.
18 see in his higher plan
19 to become a honest man.
20 by the passion of blood.
21 i have save you soul for god.
22 what have i done.
23 hours are so late
24 turning point of life
25 to touch my soul
26 he call me brother,give me bread
27 hate the world
28 take an eye for an eye
29 this all i have lived for
30 this all i have .
31 feel shame like a knife inside me
32 is there another way to go
33 i am reaching,but i am fall.
34 whirl pool
35 another story must begin.
36 escape teh world
37 another day older.
38 it is struggle,it is a war
39 ready to kill
40 sun in the morning is waiting to rise.
41 there are children in the home.
42 and the bosser never knows
43 pay the landlorp,pay the shop
44 sister,Fantine
45 it is none of your business.
46 not a circus.
47 settle down
48 be as patient as you can
49 sleeping around
50 the child is my daughter
51 i will get nothing but trouble.
52 little secret
53 i have no doubt
54 no urging in the night
55 please,Mad.
56 welcome,inspector
57 no man's out our reach.
58 in common cause
59 seccess
60 your face is not a face i forget.
61 i do not believe what i see.
62 you make me think another man.
63 do not leave it there.
64 it worth a go
65 there is always man.
66 the bottom of the life.
67 you can make your shoose
68 easy money lying in the bed
69 there was a time when men are kind.
70 when love was blind
71 and the song was exciting
72 then it all went wrong.
73 when hope was high and life worth living.
74 God would be forgiving.
75 then i was young,and unafraid.
76 No song unsong,no wine tasted.
77 tigers on the night.
78 tear your hope apart,turn your dream to shame.
79 endless wonder
80 we will live the years togother.
81 we can not weather storms
82 so different from where i am living...
83 now life has killed my dream
84 i dreamed.
85 you should pay for what you have done.
86 have no more explaination
87 i do believe she.
88 i have seen your face before.
89 show me how can i help you.
90 in such a place.
92 Yes ,you were there and turn aside.
93 close to dying.
94 my task has just begin.
95 i will see it done.
96 From Paris.
97 i have a crime to declare.
98 i mistook you for another.
99 serve his sentence.
100 press charge your crime.
101 return to your post
102 my chance
103 if i speak they are condemned
104 who am i
105 damn this man into prison.
106 face my fellow man.
107 belongs to god.
108 give me strength to journey on.
109 who am i.
110 who am i,24601.
111 don't you see.
112 come to me.
113 every minute come so fast...
114 she will be come here.
115 be peace.
116 shall live in my protection
117 you come from god in heaven.
118 i love her.
119 when i awake
120 we see each other again.
121 there was something a need to day.
122 all i need.
123 men like you can never change,believe me.
124 everybody is born in sin.
125 castle in the sky
126 i know a place no one lost.
127 thank heaven for that.
128 do not sent me alone.
129 i forget to be nice.
130 we are opening.
131 dirty jokes.
132 Daddy here.
133 seldom can you see.
134 landlords.
135 oh,sorry ,lover.
136 see what have happened.
137 master in a hall.
138 spouse.
139 show me where you live.
140 wondering in the wild.
141 take cos away.
142 promise i have made.
143 your mother is gone.
144 i speak her in your place.
145 what to do,what to say.
146 talk of debt.
147 gone to rest
148 share the bread.
149 no more words.
150 see goodbye.
151 it won't take too long to forget.
152 Papa for me.
153 i will be father and mother for you.
154 she has gone with a gent.
155 suddenly you are here.
156 two anxious hearts togother.
157 seems a different place.
158 trust me.
159 there are shadows everywhere.
160 nevermore along,nevermore apart.
161 love so long denied me.
162 something suddenly has begun.
163 let me see your papers
164 who is there.
165 i fell under my cars.
166 i need to disappear.
167 here we pay for new beginings.
168 there ,out the darkness,a futive running.
169 fallen from grace.
170 till we come face to face.
171 path of rightous.
172 the flame ,the swore.
173 filling the darkness.
174 you are the sentinals.
175 keeping watching the night.
178 you fall in flame.
179 doorway to paradise
180 must pay your price.
181 safe behind fars.
182 this i swear.
184 nine years in Paris.
185 come on boys.
186 beggers at your feet.
187 nothing posh.
188 what the hell.
189 follow me.
190 there was time we kill the king.
191 uppon your fellow man.
192 it was time.
193 how long will be the jugdement day.
194 shame you bring your family.
195 what is new with you.
196 have been burn.
197 little he knows,little he see.
198 i know that face.
199 do not know.
200 she is the child that he stole from me.
201 dear inspector,may i go.
202 it was what i told you.
203 Now i remember.how can it be.
204 we were children together
205 anything.
206 are you do this for me.
207 i am lost for a minute.
208 she knows his way around.
209 time is near.
210 do let wine go to your brains.
211 to bring them in a line.
212 what is going on.
213 she was just a gost for me.
214 ooh and aah.
215 it is time for us to decide who we are.
216 what the price you would pay.
217 color of world change day by day.
218 know how i feels.
219 you might know .
220 red,my soul flame on.
221 you are no longer a child.
222 our live do not count a lot.
223 red,a world .
224 sign we all wait.
225 candle of grief will flame the world.
226 they will come there for.
227 did you find her.
228 how strange.life has been changed
229 so many things unclear,so many things unknown.
230 faraway song.
231 waiting for me.
232 does he feel i feel.
233 find me here.
234 fill each passing hour.
235 the secret that you keep.
236 dear papa,lost in the forest.
237 there are words,better unheard,better unseen.
238 in our time,in our turn.
239 seems to stop.
240 in my life,there is no one like him.
241 in my life.
242 waiting me,waiting here.
243 a heart full of love,a heart of song.
244 i do not even know your name.
245 will you tell.
246 no fear,no tear.
247 then make no sound.
248 a heart full of light.
249 these are the words he never say.
250 he will never feel this way.
251 i want you stay inside.
252 they live ordinary lives.
253 now,leave another way.
254 on my own,all alone
255 i will walk with him till morning.
256 close my eyes.
257 in the rain,pavement like silver.
258 and i know,it is only my mind.
259 i know that he is blind.
260 he is gone,a river is just a river.
261 i am learning.
262 full of happyness.
263 I love him.
264 but only on my own.
265 one day more, one day lot.
266 tomorrow you will be a word away.
267 i was born with you.
268 the day is here.
267 one day more to revolution.
268 my place is here.i am fighting with you.
269 one day more.
270 do you people hear the people sing.
271 when tomorrow com.
272 when the beating of your heart,life will change when
tomorrow come.
273 sing of angry men?
275 what's wrong.
276 thank you ,madam.
277 red,the blood of angry men.
278 black,the night ends at last.
279 i will tell what i can.
280 to bring to heel.
281 overcome there power.
282 start a proper fine.
283 snake in the grass.
284 we keep looking forward.
285 French revolution.
286 get back.
287 taken yourself with this.
288 I am sorry.
289 what you have done.
290 you are here,that is all i need to know.
291 and you will keep me close.
292 just hold me now.
293 a little fall of rain.
294 that is all i need to know.
295 and you will be keep me close.
296 she was the first to flow.
297 i will be in dust.
298 stay away from it,myboy.
299 it is hard to die.
300 he prays for you.
301 i must find this boy.
302 i come here as volunteer
303 the man belongs to you.
304 we meet again.
305 take your revenge.
306 get out of here.
307 once a thief,always a thief.
308 you are wrong,you are always being wrong.
309 no bargins or pations.
310 nothing more.
311 you take the watch.every body keep the faith.
313 drink with me to days gone by.
314 friendship never say die.
315 now she go across the sea.
316 cry for me.
317 in my need,you has being always be there.
318 he is afraid,let he rest.
319 bring him home,bring him home.
320 bring him peace.bring him joy,his is young.
321 he is only a boy
322 if i die,let me die.
323 do you hear the people sing...
324 i won't give up.
325 sleep in their bed,you have no chance ,no chance at all.
326 let us die facing our foes.
327 open the door,please.
328 all the way turn the left.
329 wait too long.
330 i would not make compromise.
331 begin to doubt.
332 there was no way to go on.
333 lying side by side.
334 there is a pain goes on and on.
335 now my friends are died and gone.
336 and tomorrow never came.
337 i can hear them now.
338 become their last communicate.
339 forgive me that i live and you gone.
340 what you sacriface for?
341 where my friend will sing.
342 the worst is over.
343 we will be togother everyday.
344 why so sudden,why so strange.
345 he can not leave us now.
346 we will never apart.
347 i promise.
348 told you.
349 what you have to see.
350 i was there,never fear.
351 show them grace.
352 God& on heaven.
353 take me now.
354 to thy can.
355 where you are.
356 let me be.
357 take me now.
358 take me there.
359 bring me home.
360 I am ready ,Fanting.
361 she is the best in my life.
362 why did you go away.
363 forgive me a thankness man.
364 he saved me frome the barricate.
365 Now you are here.
366 again aside me.now i can die in peace.
367 you are going to live.
368 Cosette.
369 i obey,i will try,last confession.
370 in this story,a man who filled hate in mind learned to
371 take me to your glory.
372 take me hand,take your love,love is everlasting.
373 tomorrow comes.
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123 ()loading...Honestly, with all the things i've heard about how hard getting a decent job is and which jobs have good pay, I don't know. I want to do something i'm interested in, but i don't know if what i'm interested in is good or will get me anywhere. Every time i hear how someone came about a job, they say it like it was easy, but i know it's not. So i'm stuck deciding between what i want to do and what i'm interested in and what job i will be able to get.
I piss my brother with everything i do, it doesn't even have to be loud or annoying. Just simply walking in a weird way or mouthing words to a song seems to get him in a bad mood.
Donald Glover. Probably the most talented person i know of
Listen to him have a conversation with himself
OKAY, FINE! I ACCIDENTLY STOLE GUITAR PICKS. I DIDN'T MEAN TOO BUT I FEEL AWFUL AND I HAVEN'T
TOLD ANYBODY EVER
What bugs me the most is some crazy person sat behind a computer and edited this entire thing. It's disgusting
here's the video of it playing
One sec...
it does play. I dont think it plays a real song though, just a little tune and loops
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not it doesn'........ shit
I got a full scholarship to a private highschool
KILL IT BEFORE IT BREEDS
The Chelsea game
Small actions to help someone every now and then.
My dad told me about this game used to play with his college mates. It was called &Super sleazy sloppy Jenga&
How to play:
1: Get drunk
2: set up jenga
3: begin removing jenga blocks, only using your teeth and tongue.
4: if the tower falls down, have a shot
&Cave Johnson: [Cave Johnson died long before the events of the game. Chell and GLaDOS are listening to his last recorded words, a message for his human test subjects, which he made while he was deathly ill] All right, I've been thinking, when life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade!
GLaDOS: Yeah.
Cave Johnson: Make life take the lemons back!
GLaDOS: Yeah!
Cave Johnson: Get Mad!
GLaDOS: Yeah!
Cave Johnson: I don't want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these?
GLaDOS: Yeah, take the lemons!
Cave Johnson: Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down - with the lemons!
GLaDOS: Oh, I like this guy.
Cave Johnson: I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that'll burn your house down!
GLaDOS: Burn it down! Burning people. He says what we're all thinking.
Cave Johnson: [sickly cough] The point is, if we can store music on a compact disc, why can't we store a man's inteligence and personality on one? So I have the engineers figuring that one out right now. Brain mapping, artificial inteligence - we should've been working on it thirty years ago. And I will say this, and I'm gonna say it on tape so everybody will hear it a hundred times a day: If I die before you people can pour me in to a computer, I want Caroline to run this place.
[another sickly cough]
Cave Johnson: Now she'll argue. She'll say she can't do it. She's modest like that. But you make her! Hell, put her in my computer. I don't care.
[another sickly cough]
Cave Johnson: All right, test's over. You can head on back to your desk.
GLaDOS: Goodbye, sir. &
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发信站: BBS 水木清华站 (Fri Jan 31 21:02:31 2003) &&&& CHAPTER 18 && SAMWELL &&&&&& Sobbing, Sam took another step. This is the last one, the very last, I can’t&& go on, I can’t. But his feet moved again. One and then the other. They took a &&step, and then another, and he thought, They’re not my feet, they’re someon
e else’s, someone else is walking, it can’t be me. && When he looked down he could see them stumbl shapeless th
ings, and clumsy. His boots had been black, he seemed to remember, but the sno
w had caked around them, and now they were misshapen white balls. Like two clu
bfeet made of ice. && It would not stop, the snow. The drifts were up past his knees, and a crust co
vered his lower legs like a pair of white greaves. His steps were dragging, lu
rching. The heavy pack he carried made him look like some monstrous hunchback. &&And he was tired, so tired. I can’t go on. Mother have mercy, I can’t. && Every fourth or fifth step he had to reach down and tug up his swordbelt. He h
ad lost the sword on the Fist, but the scabbard still weighed down the belt. H
e the dragonglass dagger Jon had given him and the steel&& one he cut his meat with. All that weight dragged heavy, and his belly was so&& big and round that if he forgot to tug the belt slipped right off and tangled&& round his ankles, no matter how tight he cinched it. He had tried belting it a
bove his belly once, but then it came almost to his armpits. Grenn had laughed &&himself sick at the sight of it, and Dolorous Edd had said, “I knew a man on
ce who wore his sword on a chain around his neck like that. One day he stumble
d, and the hilt went up his nose.” && Sam was stumbling himself. There were rocks beneath the snow, and the roots of &&trees, and sometimes deep holes in the frozen ground. Black Bernarr had stepp
ed in one and broken his ankle three days past, or maybe four, or . . . he did &&not know how long it had been, truly. The Lord Commander had put Bernarr on a &&horse after that. && Sobbing, Sam took another step. It felt more like he was falling down than wal
king, falling endlessly but never hitting the ground, just falling forward and &&forward. I have to stop, it hurts too much. I’m so cold and tired, I need to &&sleep, just a little sleep beside a fire, and a bite to eat that isn’t froze
n. && But if he stopped he died. He knew that. They all knew that, the few who were&& left. They had been fifty when they fled the Fist, maybe more, but some had wa
ndered off in the snow, a few wounded had bled to death . . . and sometimes Sa
m heard shouts behind him, from the rear guard, and once an awful scream. When &&he heard that he had run, twenty yards or thirty, as fast and as far as he co
uld, his half-frozen feet kicking up the snow, He would be running still if hi
s legs were stronger. They are behind us, they are still behind us, they are t
aking us one by one. && Sobbing, Sam took another step. He had been cold so long he was forgetting wha
t it was like to feel warm. He wore three pairs of hose, two layers of smallcl
othes beneath a double lambswool tunic, and over that a thick quilted coat tha
t padded him against the cold steel of his chainmail. Over the hauberk he had&& a loose surcoat, over that a triplethick cloak with a bone button that fastene
d tight under his chins. Its hood flopped forward over his forehead. Heavy fur &&mitts covered his hands over thin wool-and-leather gloves, a scarf was wrappe
d snugly about the lower half of his face, and he had a tight-fitting fleece-l
ined cap to pull down over his ears beneath the hood. And still the cold was i
n him. His feet especially. He couldn’t even feel them now, but only yesterda
y they had hurt so bad he could hardly bear to stand on them, let alone walk.&& Every step made him want to scream. Was that yesterday? He could not remember. &&He had not slept since the Fist, not once since the horn had blown. Unless it &&was while he was walking. Could a man walk while he was sleeping? Sam did not know, or &&else he had forgotten. && Sobbing, he took another step. The snow swirled down around him. Sometimes it&& fell from a white sky, and sometimes from a black, but that was all that remai
ned of day and night. He wore it on his shoulders like a second cloak, and it&& piled up high atop the pack he carried and made it even heavier and harder to&& bear. The small of his back hurt abominably, as if someone had shoved a knife&& in there and was wiggling it back and forth with every step. His shoulders wer
e in agony from the weight of the mail. He would have given most anything to t
ake it off, but he was afraid to. Anyway he would have needed to remove his cl
oak and surcoat to get at it, and then the cold would have him. && If only I was stronger . . . He wasn’t, though, and it was no good wishing. S
am was weak, and fat, so very fat, he could hardly bear his own weight, the ma
il was much too much for him. It felt as though it was rubbing his shoulders r
aw, despite the layers of cloth and quilt between the steel and skin. The only &&thing he could do was cry, and when he cried the tears froze on his cheeks. && Sobbing, he took another step. The crust was broken where he set his feet, oth
erwise he did not think he could have moved at all. Off to the left and right, &&half-seen through the silent trees, torches turned to vague orange haloes in&& the falling snow. When he turned his head he could see them, slipping silent t
hrough the wood, bobbing up and down and back and forth. The Old Bear’s ring&& of fire, he reminded himself, and woe to him who leaves it. As he walked, it s
eemed as if he were chasing the torches ahead of him, but they had legs as wel
l, longer and stronger than his, so he could never catch them. && Yesterday he begged for them to let him be one of the torchbearers, even if it &&meant walking outside of the column with the darkness pressing close. He want
ed the fire, dreamed of the fire. If I had the fire, I would not be cold. But&& someone reminded him that he’d had a torch at the start, but he’d dropped it &&in the snow and snuffed the fire out. Sam didn’t remember dropping any torch
, but he supposed it was true. He was too weak to hold his arm up for long. Wa
s it Edd who reminded him about the torch, or Grenn? He couldn’t remember tha
t either. Fat and weak and useless, even my wits are freezing now He took anot
her step. && He had wrapped his scarf over his nose and mouth, but it was covered with snot &&now, and so stiff he feared it must be frozen to his face. Even breathing was &&hard, and the air was so cold it hurt to swallow it. “Mother have mercy,” h
e muttered in a hushed husky voice beneath the frozen mask. “Mother have merc
y, Mother have mercy, Mother have mercy.” With each prayer he took another st
ep, dragging his legs through the snow. “Mother have mercy, Mother have mercy
, Mother have mercy.” && His own mother was a thousand leagues south, safe with his sisters and his lit
tle brother Dickon in the keep at Horn Hill. She can’t hear me, no more than&& the Mother Above. The Mother was merciful, all the septons agreed, but the Sev
en had no power beyond the Wall. This was where the old gods ruled, the namele
ss gods of the trees and the wolves and the snows. “Mercy,” he whispered the
n, to whatever might be listening, old gods or new, or demons too, “oh, mercy
, mercy me, mercy me.” && Maslyn screamed for mercy. Why had he suddenly remembered that? It was nothing &&he wanted to remember. The man had stumbled backward, dropping his sword, ple
ading, yielding, even yanking off his thick black glove and thrusting it up be
fore him as if it were a gauntlet. He was still shrieking for quarter as the w
ight lifted him in the air by the throat and near ripped the head off him. The &&dead have no mercy left in them, and the Others . . . no, I mustn’t think of &&that, don’t think, don’t remember, just walk, just walk, just walk. && Sobbing, he took another step. && A root beneath the crust caught his toe, and Sam tripped and fell heavily to o
ne knee, so hard he bit his tongue. He could taste the blood in his mouth, war
mer than anything he had tasted since the Fist. This is the end, he thought. N
ow that he had fallen he could not seem to find the strength to rise again. He &&groped for a tree branch and clutched it tight, trying to pull himself back t
o his feet, but his stiff legs would not support him. The mail was too heavy,&& and he was too fat besides, and too weak, and too tired. && “Back on your feet, Piggy,” someone growled as he went past, but Sam paid hi
m no mind. I’ll just lie down in the snow and close my eyes. It wouldn’t be&& so bad, dying here. He couldn’t possibly be any colder, and after a little wh
ile he wouldn’t be able to feel the ache in his lower back or the terrible pa
in in his shoulders, no more than he could feel his feet. I won’t be the firs
t to die, they can’t say I was. Hundreds had died on the Fist, they had died&& all around him, and more had died after, he’d seen them. Shivering, Sam relea
sed his grip on the tree and eased himself down in the snow. It was cold and w
et, he knew, but he could scarcely feel it through all his clothing. He stared &&upward at the pale white sky as snowflakes drifted down upon his stomach and&& his chest and his eyelids. The snow will cover me like a thick white blanket.&& It will be warm under the snow, and if they speak of me they’ll have to say I &&died a man of the Night’s Watch. I did. I did. I did my duty. No one can say &&I forswore myself. I’m fat and I’m weak and I’m craven, but I did my duty. && The ravens had been his responsibility. That was why they had brought him alon
g. He hadn’t wanted to go, he’d told them so, he’d told them all what a big &&coward he was. But Maester Aemon was very old and blind besides, so they had&& to send Sam to tend to the ravens. The Lord Commander had given him his orders &&when they made their camp on the Fist. “You’re no fighter. We both know tha
t, boy. If it happens that we’re attacked, don’t go trying to prove otherwis
e, you’ll just get in the way. You’re to send a message. And don’t come run
ning to ask what the letter should say. Write it out yourself, and send one bi
rd to Castle Black and another to the Shadow Tower.” The Old Bear pointed a g
loved finger right in Sam’s face. “I don’t care if you’re so scared you fo
ul your breeches, and I don’t care if a thousand wildlings are coming over th
e walls howling for your blood, you get those birds off, or I swear I’ll hunt &&you through all seven hells and make you damn sorry that you didn’t.” And M
ormont’s own raven had bobbed its head up and down and croaked, “Sorry, sorry, sorry.
” && S sorry he hadn’t been braver, or stronger, or good with swords, &&that he hadn’t been a better son to his father and a better brother to Dicko
n and the girls. He was sorry to die too, but better men had died on the Fist, &&good men and true, not squeaking fat boys like him. At least he would not hav
e the Old Bear hunting him through hell, though. I got the birds off. I did th
at right, at least. He had written out the messages ahead of time, short messa
ges and simple, telling of an attack on the Fist of the First Men, and then he &&had tucked them away safe in his parchment pouch, hoping he would never need&& to send them. && When the horns blew Sam had been sleeping. He thought he was dreaming them at&& first, but when he opened his eyes snow was falling on the camp and the black&& brothers were all grabbing bows and spears and running toward the ringwall. Ch
ett was the only one nearby, Maester Aemon’s old steward with the face full o
f boils and the big wen on his neck. Sam had never seen so much fear on a man’
s face as he saw on Chett’s when that third blast came moaning through the tr
ees. “Help me get the birds off,” he pleaded, but the other steward had turn
ed and run off, dagger in hand. He has the dogs to care for, Sam remembered. P
robably the Lord Commander had given him some orders as well. && His fingers had been so stiff and clumsy in the gloves, and he was shaking fro
m fear and cold, but he found the parchment pouch and dug out the messages he’
d written. The ravens were shrieking furiously, and when he opened the Castle&& Black cage one of them flew right in his face. Two more escaped before Sam cou
ld catch one, and when he did it pecked him through his glove, drawing blood.&& Yet somehow he held on long enough to attach the little roll of parchment. The &&warhorn had fallen silent by then, but the Fist rang with shouted commands an
d the clatter of steel. “Fly!” Sam called as he tossed the raven into the ai
r. && The birds in the Shadow Tower cage were screaming and fluttering about so madl
y that he was afraid to open the door, but he made himself do it anyway. This&& time he caught the first raven that tried to escape. A moment later, it was cl
awing its way up through the falling snow, bearing word of the attack. && His duty done, he finished dressing with clumsy, frightened fingers, donning h
is cap and surcoat and hooded cloak and buckling on his swordbelt, buckling it &&real tight so it wouldn’t fall down. Then he found his pack and stuffed all&& his things inside, spare smallclothes and dry socks, the dragonglass arrowhead
s and spearhead Jon had given him and the old horn too, his parchments, inks,&& and quills, the maps he’d been drawing, and a rock-hard garlic sausage he’d&& been saving since the Wall. He tied it all up and shouldered the pack onto his &&back. The Lord Commander said I wasn’t to rush to the ringwall, he recalled, &&but he said I shouldn’t come running to him either. Sam took a deep breath a
nd realized that he did not know what to do next. && He remembered turning in a circle, lost, the fear growing inside him as it alw
ays did. There were dogs barking and horses trumpeting, but the snow muffled t
he sounds and made them seem far away. Sam could see nothing beyond three yard
s, not even the torches burning along the low stone wall that ringed the crown &&of the hill. Could the torches have gone out? That was too scary to think abo
ut. The horn blew thrice long, three long blasts means Others. The white walke
rs of the wood, the cold shadows, the monsters of the tales that made him sque
ak and tremble as a boy, riding their giant ice-spiders, hungry for blood . .&& . && Awkwardly he drew his sword, and plodded heavily through the snow holding it.&& A dog ran past barking, and he saw some of the men from the Shadow Tower, big&& bearded men with longaxes and eight-foot spears. He felt safer for their compa
ny, so he followed them to the wall. When he saw the torches still burning ato
p the ring of stones a shudder of relief went through him. && The black brothers stood with swords and spears in hand, watching the snow fal
l, waiting. Ser Mallador Locke went by on his horse, wearing a snow-speckled h
elm. Sam stood well back behind the others, looking for Grenn or Dolorous Edd. &&If I have to die, let me die beside my friends, he remembered thinking. But a
ll the men around him were strangers, Shadow Tower men under the command of th
e ranger named Blane. && “Here they come,” he heard a brother say. && “Notch,” said Blane, and twenty black arrows were pulled from as many quiver
s, and notched to as many bowstrings. && “Gods be good, there’s hundreds,” a voice said softly. && “Draw,” Blane said, and then, “hold.” Sam could not see and did not want t
o see. The men of the Night’s Watch stood behind their torches, waiting with&& arrows pulled back to their ears, as something came up that dark, slippery slo
pe through the snow. “Hold,” Blane said again, “hold, hold.” And then, “L
oose.” && The arrows whispered as they flew. && A ragged cheer went up from the men along the ringwall, but it died quickly. “
They’re not stopping, m’lord,” a man said to Blane, and another shouted, “
More! Look there, coming from the trees, “ and yet another said, “Gods ha’&& mercy, they’s crawling. They’s almost here, they’s on us!” Sam had been ba
cking away by then, shaking like the last leaf on the tree when the wind kicks &&up, as much from cold as from fear. it had been very cold that night. Even co
lder than now The snow feels almost warm. I feel better now A little rest was&& all I needed. Maybe in a little while I’ll be strong enough to walk again. In &&a little while. && A horse stepped past his head, a shaggy grey beast with snow in its mane and h
ooves crusted with ice. Sam watched it come and watched it go. Another appeare
d from out of the falling snow, with a man in black leading it. When he saw Sa
m in his path he cursed him and led the horse around. I wish I had a horse, he &&thought. If I had a horse I could keep going. I could sit, and even sleep som
e in the saddle. Most of their mounts had been lost at the Fist, though, and t
hose that remained carried their food, their torches, and their wounded. Sam w
asn’t wounded. Only fat and weak, and the greatest craven in the Seven Kingdo
ms. && He was such a coward. Lord Randyll, his father, had always said so, and he had &&been right. Sam was his heir, but he had never been worthy, so his father had &&sent him away to the Wall. His little brother Dickon would inherit the Tarly&& lands and castle, and the greatsword Heartsbane that the lords of Horn Hill ha
d borne so proudly for centuries. He wondered whether Dickon would shed a tear &&for his brother who died in the snow, somewhere off beyond the edge of the wo
rld. Why should he? A coward’s not worth weeping over. He had heard his fathe
r tell his mother as much, half a hundred times. The Old Bear knew it too. && “Fire arrows,” the Lord Commander roared that night on the Fist, when he app
eared suddenly astride his horse, “give them flame.” It was then he noticed&& Sam there quaking. “Tarly! Get out of here! Your place is with the ravens.” &&&& “I . . . I . . . I got the messages away.” && “Good.” On Mormont’s shoulder his own raven echoed, “Good, good. && The Lord Commander looked huge in fur and mail. Behind his black iron visor, h
is eyes were fierce. “You’re in the way here. Go back to your cages. If I ne
ed to send another message, I don’t want to have to find you first. See that&& the birds are ready.” He did not wait for a response, but turned his horse an
d trotted around the ring, shouting, “Fire! Give them fire!” && Sam did not need to be told twice. He went back to the birds, as fast as his f
at legs could carry him. I should write the message ahead of time, he thought, &&so we can get the birds away as fast as need be. It took him longer than it s
hould have to light his little fire, to warm the frozen ink. He sat beside it&& on a rock with quill and parchment, and wrote his messages. && Attacked amidst snow and cold, but we’ve thrown them back with fire arrows, h
e wrote, as he heard Thoren Smallwood’s voice ring out with a command of, “N
otch, draw . . . loose.” The flight of arrows made a sound as sweet as a moth
er’s prayer. “Burn, you dead bastards, burn,” Dywen sang out, cackling. The &&brothers cheered and cursed. All safe, he wrote. We remain on the Fist of the &&First Men. Sam hoped they were better archers than him. && He put that note aside and found another blank parchment. Still fighting on th
e Fist, amidst heavy snow, he wrote when someone shouted, “They’re still com
ing.” Result uncertain. “Spears,” someone said. It might have been Ser Mall
ador, but Sam could not swear to it. Wights attacked us on the Fist, in snow,&& he wrote, but we drove them off with fire. He turned his head. Through the dri
fting snow, all he could see was the huge fire at the center of the camp, with &&mounted men moving restlessly around it. The reserve, he knew, ready to ride&& down anything that breached the ringwall. They had armed themselves with torch
es in place of swords, and were lighting them in the flames. && Wights all around us, he wrote, when he heard the shouts from the north face.&& Coming up from north and south at once. Spears and swords don’t stop them, on
ly fire. “Loose, loose, loose,” a voice screamed in the night, and another s
houted, “Bloody huge,” and a third voice said, “A giant!” and a fourth ins
isted, “A bear, a bear!” A horse shrieked and the hounds began to bay, and t
here was so much shouting that Sam couldn’t make out the voices anymore. He w
rote faster, note after note. Dead wildlings, and a giant, or maybe a bear, on &&us, all around. He heard the crash of steel on wood, which could only mean on
e thing. Wights over the ringwall. Fighting inside the camp. A dozen mounted b
rothers pounded past him toward the east wall, burning brands streaming flames &&in each rider’s hand. Lord Commander Mormont is meeting them with fire. We’
ve won. We’re winning. We’re holding our own. We’re cutting our way free an
d retreating for the Wall. We’re trapped on the Fist, hard pressed. && One of the Shadow Tower men came staggering out of the darkness to fall at Sam
’s feet. He crawled within a foot of the fire before he died. Lost, Sam wrote
, the battle’s lost. We’re all lost. && Why must he remember the fight at the Fist? He didn’t want to remember. Not t
hat. He tried to make himself remember his mother, or his little sister Talla, &&or that girl Gilly at Craster’s Keep. Someone was shaking him by the shoulde
r. “Get up,” a voice said. “Sam, you can’t go to sleep here. Get up and ke
ep walking.” && I wasn’t asleep, I was remembering. “Go away,” he said, his words frosting&& in the cold air. “I’m well. I want to rest.” && “Get up.” Grenn’s voice, harsh and husky. He loomed over Sam, his blacks cr
usty with snow. “There’s no resting, the Old Bear said. You’ll die.” && “Grenn.” He smiled. “No, truly, I’m good here. You just go on. I’ll catch &&you after I’ve rested a bit longer.” && “You won’t.” Grenn’s thick brown beard was frozen all around his mouth. It &&made him look like some old man. “You’ll freeze, or the Others will get you
. Sam, get up!” && The night before they left the Wall, Pyp had teased Grenn the way he did, Sam&& remembered, smiling and saying how Grenn was a good choice for the ranging, si
nce he was too stupid to be terrified. Grenn hotly denied it until he realized &&what he was saying. He was stocky and thick-necked and strong—Ser Alliser Th
orne had called him “Aurochs,” the same way he called Sam “Ser Piggy” and&& Jon “Lord Snow”—but he had always treated Sam nice enough. That was only be
cause of Jon, though. If it weren’t for Jon, none of them would have liked me
. And now Jon was gone, lost in the Skirling Pass with Qhorin Halfhand, most l
ikely dead. Sam would have cried for him, but those tears would only freeze as &&well, and he could scarcely keep his eyes open now. && A tall brother with a torch stopped beside them, and for a wonderful moment Sa
m felt the warmth on his face. “Leave him,” the man said to Grenn. “If they &&can’t walk, they’re done. Save your strength for yourself, Grenn.” && “He’ll get up,” Grenn replied. “He only needs a hand.” && The man moved on, taking the blessed warmth with him. Grenn tried to pull Sam&& to his feet. “That hurts,” he complained. “Stop it. Grenn, you’re hurting&& my arm. Stop it.” && “You’re too bloody heavy.” Grenn jammed his hands into Sam’s armpits, gave &&a grunt, and hauled him upright. But the moment he let go, the fat boy sat ba
ck down in the snow. Grenn kicked him, a solid thump that cracked the crust of &&snow around his boot and sent it flying everywhere. “Get up!” He kicked him &&again. “Get up and walk. You have to walk.” && Sam fell over sideways, curling up into a tight ball to protect himself from t
he kicks. He hardly felt them through all his wool and leather and mail, but e
ven so, they hurt. I thought Grenn was my friend. You shouldn’t kick your fri
ends. Why won’t they let me be? I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and &&sleep some, and maybe die a little. && “if you take the torch, I can take the fat boy.” && Suddenly he was jerked up into the cold air, away from he &&was floating. There was an arm under his knees, and another one under his bac
k. Sam raised his head and blinked. A face loomed close, a broad brutal face w
ith a flat nose and small dark eyes and a thicket of coarse brown beard. He ha
d seen the face before, but it took him a moment to remember. Paul. Small Paul
. Melting ice ran down into his eyes from the heat of the torch. “Can you car
ry him?” he heard Grenn ask. && “I carried a calf once was heavier than him. I carried him down to his mother &&so he could get a drink of milk.” && Sam’s head bobbed up and down with every step that Small Paul took. “Stop it
,” he muttered, “put me down, I’m not a baby. I’m a man of the Night’s Wa
tch.” He sobbed. “Just let me die.” && “Be quiet, Sam,” said Grenn. “Save your strength. Think about your sisters&& and brother. Maester Aemon. Your favorite foods. Sing a song if you like.” && “Aloud?” && “In your head.” && Sam knew a hundred songs, but when he tried to think of one he couldn’t. The&& words had all gone from his head. He sobbed again and said, “I don’t know an
y songs, Grenn. I did know some, but now I don’t.” && “Yes you do,” said Grenn. “How about ‘The Bear and the Maiden Fair’ every
body knows that one. A bear there was, a bear, a bear! All black and brown and &&covered with hair!” && “No, not that one,” Sam pleaded. The bear that had come up the Fist had no h
air left on its rotted flesh. He didn’t want to think about bears. “No songs
. Please, Grerm.” && “Think about your ravens, then.” && “They were never mine.” They were the Lord Commander’s ravens, the ravens o
f the Night’s Watch. “They belonged to Castle Black and the Shadow Tower.” &&&& Small Paul frowned. “Chett said I could have the Old Bear’s raven, the one t
hat talks. I saved food for it and everything.” He shook his head. “I forgot
, though. I left the food where I hid it.” He plodded onward, pale white brea
th coming from his mouth with every step, then suddenly said, “Could I have o
ne of your ravens? just the one. I’d never let Lark eat it.” && “They’re gone,” said Sam. “I’m sorry.” So sorry. “They’re flying back&& to the Wall now.” He had set the birds free when he’d heard the warhorns sou
nd once more, calling the Watch to horse. Two short blasts and a long one, tha
t was the call to mount up. But there was no reason to mount, unless to abando
n the Fist, and that meant the battle was lost. The fear bit him so strong the
n that it was all Sam could do to open the cages. Only as he watched the last&& raven flap up into the snowstorm did he realize that he had forgotten to send&& any of the messages he’d written. && “No,” he’d squealed, “oh, no, oh, no.” The snow fel&& ahooo ahooo ahooooooooooooooooooo, they cried, to horse, to horse, to horse. S
am saw two ravens perched on a rock and ran after them, but the birds flapped&& off lazily through the swirling snow, in opposite directions. He chased one, h
is breath puffing out his nose in thick white clouds, stumbled, and found hims
elf ten feet from the ringwall. && After that . . . he remembered the dead coming over the stones with arrows in&& their faces and through their throats. Some were all in ringmail and some were &&almost naked . . . wildlings, most of them, but a few wore faded blacks. He r
emembered one of the Shadow Tower men shoving his spear through a wight’s pal
e soft belly and out his back, and how the thing staggered right up the shaft&& and reached out his black hands and twisted the brother’s head around until b
lood came out his mouth. That was when his bladder let go the first time, he w
as almost sure. && He did not remember running, but he must have, because the next he knew he was &&near the fire half a camp away, with old Ser Ottyn Wythers and some archers.&& Ser Ottyn was on his knees in the snow, staring at the chaos around them, unti
l a riderless horse came by and kicked him in the face. The archers paid him n
o mind. They were loosing fire arrows at shadows in the dark. Sam saw one wigh
t hit, saw the flames engulf it, but there were a dozen more behind it, and a&& huge pale shape that must have been the bear, and soon enough the bowmen had n
o arrows. && And then Sam found himself on a horse. It wasn’t his own horse, and he never&& recalled mounting up either. Maybe it was the horse that had smashed Ser Ottyn
’s face in. The horns were still blowing, so he kicked the horse and turned h
im toward the sound. && In the midst of carnage and chaos and blowing snow, he found Dolorous Edd sitt
ing on his garron with a plain black banner on a spear. “Sam,” Edd said when &&he saw him, “would you wake me, please? I am having this terrible nightmare.
” && More men were mounting up every moment. The warhorns called them back. Ahooo a
hooo ahooooooooooooooooooo. “They’re over the west wall, m’lord,” Thoren S
mallwood screamed at the Old Bear, as he fought to control his horse. “I’ll&& send reserves . . .” && “NO!” Mormont had to bellow at the top of his lungs to be heard over the hor
ns. “Call them back, we have to cut our way out.” He stood in his stirrups,&& his black cloak snapping in the wind, the fire shining off his armor. “Spearh
ead!” he roared. “Form wedge, we ride. Down the south face, then east!” && “My lord, the south slope’s crawling with them!” && “The others are too steep,” Mormont said. “We have - && His garron screamed and reared and almost threw him as the bear came staggerin
g through the snow. Sam pissed himself all over again. I didn’t think I had a
ny more left inside me. The bear was dead, pale and rotting, its fur and skin&& all sloughed off and half its right arm burned to bone, yet still it came on.&& Only its eyes lived. Bright blue, just as fon said. They shone like frozen sta
rs. Thoren Smallwood charged, his longsword shining all orange and red from th
e light of the fire. His swing near took the bear’s head off. And then the be
ar took his. && “RIDE!” the Lord Commander shouted, wheeling. && They were at the gallop by the time they reached the ring. Sam had always been &&too frightened to jump a horse before, but when the low stone wall loomed up&& before him he knew he had no choice. He kicked and closed his eyes and whimper
ed, and the garron took him over, somehow, somehow, the garron took him over.&& The rider to his right came crashing down in a tangle of steel and leather and &&screaming horseflesh, and then the wights were swarming over him and the wedg
e was closing up. They plunged down the hillside at a run, through clutching b
lack hands and burning blue eyes and blowing snow. Horses stumbled and rolled, &&men were swept from their saddles, torches spun through the air, axes and swo
rds hacked at dead flesh, and Samwell Tarly sobbed, clutching desperately to h
is horse with a strength he never knew he had. && He was in the middle of the flying spearhead with brothers on either side, and &&before and behind him as well. A dog ran with them for a ways, bounding down&& the snowy slope and in and out among the horses, but it could not keep up. The &&wights stood their ground and were ridden down and trampled underhoof. Even a
s they fell they clutched at swords and stirrups and the legs of passing horse
s. Sam saw one claw open a garron’s belly with its right hand while it clung&& to the saddle with its left. && Suddenly the trees were all about them, and Sam was splashing through a frozen &&stream with the sounds of slaughter dwindling behind. He turned, breathless w
ith relief . . . until a man in black leapt from the brush and yanked him out&& of the saddle. Who he was, S he was up in an instant, and gallopi
ng away the next. When he tried to run after the horse, his feet tangled in a&& root and he fell hard on his face and lay weeping like a baby until Dolorous E
dd found him there. && That was his last coherent memory of the Fist of the First Men. Later, hours l
ater, he stood shivering among the other survivors, half mounted and half afoo
t. They were miles from the Fist by then, though Sam did not remember how. Dyw
en had led down five packhorses, heavy laden with food and oil and torches, an
d three had made it this far. The Old Bear made them redistribute the loads, s
o the loss of any one horse and its provisions would not be such a catastrophe
. He took garrons from the healthy men and gave them to the wounded, organized &&the walkers, and set torches to guard their flanks and rear. All I need do is &&walk, Sam told himself, as he took that first step toward home. But before an &&hour was gone he had begun to struggle, and to lag . . . && They were lagging now as well, he saw. He remembered Pyp saying once how Small &&Paul was the strongest man in the Watch. He must be, to carry me. Yet even so
, the snow was growing deeper, the ground more treacherous, and Paul’s stride
s had begun to shorten. More horsemen passed, wounded men who looked at Sam wi
th dull incurious eyes. Some torch bearers went by as well. “You’re falling&& behind,” one told them. The next agreed. “No one’s like to wait for you, Pa
ul. Leave the pig for the dead men.” && “He promised I could have a bird,” Small Paul said, even though Sam hadn’t, &&not truly. They aren’t mine to give. “I want me a bird that talks, and eats &&corn from my hand.” && “Bloody fool,” the torch man said. Then he was gone. && It was a while after when Grenn stopped suddenly. “We’re alone,” he said in &&a hoarse voice. “I can’t see the other torches. Was that the rear guard?” &&&& Small Paul had no answer for him. The big man gave a grunt and sank to his kne
es. His arms trembled as he lay Sam gently in the snow. “I can’t carry you n
o more. I would, but I can’t.” He shivered violently. && The wind sighed through the trees, driving a fine spray of snow into their fac
es. The cold was so bitter that Sam felt naked. He looked for the other torche
s, but they were gone, every one of them. There was only the one Grenn carried
, the flames rising from it like pale orange silks. He could see through them, &&to the black beyond. That torch will burn out soon, he thought, and we are al
l alone, without food or friends or fire. && But that was wrong. They weren’t alone at all. && The lower branches of the great green sentinel shed their burden of snow with&& a soft wet plop. Grenn spun, thrusting out his torch. “Who goes there?” A ho
rse’s head emerged from the darkness. Sam felt a moment’s relief, until he s
aw the horse. Hoarfrost covered it like a sheen of frozen sweat, and a nest of &&stiff black entrails dragged from its open belly. On its back was a rider pal
e as ice. Sam made a whimpery sound deep in his throat. He was so scared he mi
ght have pissed himself all over again, but the cold was in him, a cold so sav
age that his bladder felt frozen solid. The Other slid gracefully from the sad
dle to stand upon the snow. Sword-slim it was, and milky white. Its armor ripp
led and shifted as it moved, and its feet did not break the crust of the new-f
allen snow. && Small Paul unslung the long-hafted axe strapped across his back. “Why’d you&& hurt that horse? That was Mawney’s horse.” && Sam groped for the hilt of his sword, but the scabbard was empty. He had lost&& it on the Fist, he remembered too late. && “Get away!” Grenn took a step, thrusting the torch out before him. “Away, o
r you burn.” He poked at it with the flames. && The Other’s sword gleamed with a faint blue glow. it moved toward Grenn, ligh
tning quick, slashing. When the ice blue blade brushed the flames, a screech s
tabbed Sam’s ears sharp as a needle. The head of the torch tumbled sideways t
o vanish beneath a deep drift of snow, the fire snuffed out at once. And all G
renn held was a short wooden stick. He flung it at the Other, cursing, as Smal
l Paul charged in with his axe. && The fear that filled Sam then was worse than any fear he had ever felt before, &&and Samwell Tarly knew every kind of fear. “Mother have mercy,” he wept, fo
rgetting the old gods in his terror. “Father protect me, oh oh . . . “ His f
ingers found his dagger and he filled his hand with that. && The wights had been slow clumsy things, but the Other was light as snow on the &&wind. it slid away from Paul’s axe, armor rippling, and its crystal sword tw
isted and spun and slipped between the iron rings of Paul’s mail, through lea
ther and wool and bone and flesh. It came out his back with a hissssssssssss a
nd Sam heard Paul say, “Oh,” as he lost the axe. Impaled, his blood smoking&& around the sword, the big man tried to reach his killer with his hands and alm
ost had before he fell. The weight of him tore the strange pale sword from the &&Other’s grip. && Do it now Stop crying and fight, you baby. Fight, craven. It was his father he &&heard, it was Alliser Thorne, it was his brother Dickon and the boy Rast. Cra
ven, craven, craven. He giggled hysterically, wondering if they would make a w
ight of him, a huge fat white wight always tripping over its own dead feet. Do &&it, Sam. Was that Jon, now? Jon was dead. You can do it, you can, just do it. &&And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing &&his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He he
ard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, an
d then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his &&hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse. && When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivule
ts as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger i
n its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, &&but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked. && Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolvin
g away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white &&mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were meltin
g too. Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if i
t were alive and sweating. Grenn bent to scoop it up and flung it down again a
t once. “Mother, that’s cold.” && “Obsidian.” Sam struggled to his knees. “Dragonglass, they call it. Dragong
lass. Dragon glass.” He giggled, and cried, and doubled over to heave his cou
rage out onto the snow. && Grenn pulled Sam to his feet, checked Small Paul for a pulse and closed his ey
es, then snatched up the dagger again. This time he was able to hold it. && “You keep it,” Sam said. “You’re not craven like me.” && “So craven you killed an Other.” Grenn pointed with the knife. “Look there, &&through the trees. Pink light. Dawn, Sam. Dawn. That must be east. If we head &&that way, we should catch Mormont.” && “If you say.” Sam kicked his left foot against a tree, to knock off all the&& snow. Then the right. “I’ll try.” Grimacing, he took a step. “I’ll try ha
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