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      Buchausschnitt gesucht

      Hallo zusammen,
      ich suche einen Ausschnitt aus der Büchereihe. Genauer gesagt suche ich eine Geschichte die ein älterer Mann Arya erzählt, als sie wie ich glaube nach dem Mord an ihrem Vater in Königsmund als "Junge" verkleidet auf dem Weg zur Mauer ist. Es geht in der Geschichte darum, wie es ist wenn ein König einen Krieg ausruft und die Befehle weitergegeben werden bis sie irgendwann bei den Bauern ankommen und diese froh sein können wenn sie ein Schwert oder eine Axt haben ansonsten müssen sie sich mit dem bewaffnen was sie haben.. So grob umrissen müsste das hinkommen. Ich würde gerne wissen in welchem Buch das wozu finden ist. Leider habe ich meine Bücher im Moment verliehen und kann selbst nicht nachsehen und da hoffe ich das ihr mir mit eurem geballten Wissen aushelfen könnt. :)

      Ich hoffe ihr könnt mir helfen und freue mich auf eure Antworten.
      Hallo Streifi, :) ich habe mal so ein bisschen rumgeblättert und hin und her überlegt,die Erleuchtung kam mir aber noch nicht.Ich dachte,dass das eventuell Yoren oder ein Mitglied der Bruderschaft gewesen sein könnte,wobei ich bei der Bruderschaft überlege,wer da ein alter Mann sein könnte.Naja,erinnern kann ich mich auf jeden Fall gerade nicht an eine solche Geschichte,aber vielleicht findet sich da ja noch jemand.
      Expose yourself to your deepest fear
      After that...you are free
      -Jim Morrison
      Ich hab auch schon geblättert und find es nicht. Aber ich hab irgendwie Thoros im Kopf.
      "You retreat into the walls of your civilization because you are too weak to stand before nature as part of the natural environment. Instead of living as partner to nature, man hides behind his civilization, curses and defies true life, distorts his environment to accommodate his own failings. Beware that your environment does not strike back from all your blasphemies, for that day mankind shall be snuffed out like the unnatural freak man is!"
      "Two Suns Setting", Karl Edward Wagner

      Nabu schrieb:

      Ganz sicher, daß das Arya war? Septon Meribald erzählt ja auch einen ähnliche Geschichte, als er mit Brienne unterwegs ist.

      Dann könnte es das sein :
      A Feast for Crows - Brienne V:
      "Ser? My lady?" said Podrick. "Is a broken man an outlaw?"

      "More or less," Brienne answered.

      Septon Meribald disagreed. "More less than more. There are many sorts of outlaws, just as there are many sorts of birds. A sandpiper and a sea eagle both have wings, but they are not the same. The singers love to sing of good men forced to go outside the law to fight some wicked lord, but most outlaws are more like this ravening Hound than they are the lightning lord. They are evil men, driven by greed, soured by malice, despising the gods and caring only for themselves. Broken men are more deserving of our pity, though they may be just as dangerous. Almost all are common-born, simple folk who had never been more than a mile from the house where they were born until the day some lord came round to take them off to war. Poorly shod and poorly clad, they march away beneath his banners, ofttimes with no better arms than a sickle or a sharpened hoe, or a maul they made themselves by lashing a stone to a stick with strips of hide. Brothers march with brothers, sons with fathers, friends with friends. They've heard the songs and stories, so they go off with eager hearts, dreaming of the wonders they will see, of the wealth and glory they will win. War seems a fine adventure, the greatest most of them will ever know.

      "Then they get a taste of battle.

      "For some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for years, until they lose count of all the battles they have fought in, but even a man who has survived a hundred fights can break in his hundred-and-first. Brothers watch their brothers die, fathers lose their sons, friends see their friends trying to hold their entrails in after they've been gutted by an axe.

      "They see the lord who led them there cut down, and some other lord shouts that they are his now. They take a wound, and when that's still half-healed they take another. There is never enough to eat, their shoes fall to pieces from the marching, their clothes are torn and rotting, and half of them are shitting in their breeches from drinking bad water.

      "If they want new boots or a warmer cloak or maybe a rusted iron halfhelm, they need to take them from a corpse, and before long they are stealing from the living too, from the smallfolk whose lands they're fighting in, men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens, and from there it's just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner that they hardly recognize. They don't know where they are or how to get back home and the lord they're fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad all in steel, and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world . . .

      "And the man breaks.
      Expose yourself to your deepest fear
      After that...you are free
      -Jim Morrison

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