ACOK 68 – Tyrion XV

Nouveau chapitre. Oh mais c’est TYRION !! Oh mais méfiance, il peut encore mourir ^^

Car il ne va pas fort fort, faut bien le dire. Même dans les vapes, il pense à son statut de Lannister et aux pensées de son père s’il le voyait comme ça (on peut reparler de la similarité entre Tywin et Tyrion^^).

On a un gros décalage entre les couleurs éclatantes des vainqueurs dans le chapitre de Sansa et le gris des morts (et des sœurs du silence) chez Tyrion. Tyrion n’a pas de bouche et vu que c’est quasi sa seule arme (et le premier instrument de sa chute), ce n’est pas anodin. Il reste toujours un sentiment, une peur du rejet

He would have asked one of the silent sisters, but when he tried to speak he found he had no mouth. Smooth seamless skin covered his teeth. The discovery terrified him. How could he live without a mouth?

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He had no mouth, but he was still a living man. No, a lion, a lion, and alive. But when he reached the city walls, the gates were shut against him.

Help me, someone help me. Jaime, Shae, Mother, someone . . . Tysha . . .

He dreamed his sister was standing over his bed, with their lord father beside her, frowning. It had to be a dream, since Lord Tywin was a thousand leagues away, fighting Robb Stark in the west. Others came and went as well. Varys looked down on him and sighed, but Littlefinger made a quip. Bloody treacherous bastard, Tyrion thought venomously, we sent you to Bitterbridge and you never came back. Sometimes he could hear them talking to one another, but he did not understand the words.

He did not know what pleased him more: the victory, or the fact he had been able to reason it out. His wits were coming back to him, however slowly. That was good. His wits were all he had.

Even his father was smiling with approval. When the song was over, Jaime rose from his place, commanded Tyrion to kneel, and touched him first on one shoulder and then on the other with his golden sword, and he rose up a knight. Shae was waiting to embrace him.

Sometimes she would sing to him. I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.

When we found you down in that cellar among the dead and dying, your wounds were filthy. One of your ribs was broken, doubtless you can feel it, the blow of some mace perhaps, or a fall, it’s hard to say. And you took an arrow in the arm, there where it joins the shoulder. It showed signs of mortification, and for a time I feared you might lose the limb, but we treated it with boiling wine and maggots, and now it seems to be healing clean . .

He turned over the glass, and did not know whether he ought to laugh or cry./. “Pretty,” he croaked, flinging the glass aside.

He’d known that Ser Meryn and Ser Boros were his sister’s, and Ser Osmund later, but he had let himself believe that the others were not wholly lost to honor. Cersei must have paid him to see that I never came back from the battle. Why else? I never did Ser Mandon any harm that I know of. Tyrion touched his face, plucking at the proud flesh with blunt thick fingers. Another gift from my sweet sister

Who could he send for, who could he trust? Varys? Bronn? Ser Jacelyn? “. . . my squire,” he finished. “Pod. Payne.” It was Pod on the bridge of boats, the lad saved my life.

Yfos wrote:

Par contre, pourquoi Ballabar le drogue à ce point alors que cela ne semble plus indispensable : – car il le juge quand même nécessaire pour le soigner ? – pour le laisser à la merci de Cersei ? – pour laisser aux Tyrell le temps de s’installer sans Tyrion pour les gêner ? – pour le tuer ? C’est douteux, comme indiqué au-dessus

La première explication est sans doute la meilleure. Ballabar ne roule pas pour Cersei, Tyrion n’est pas un obstacle particulier pour les Tyrell (il n’était que Main du roi par intérim, avec Tywin revenu il n’est officiellement plus rien, réveillé ou endormi). Et s’il avait voulu le tuer il suffisait de le laisser mourir. Il pense sans doute que le repos ne peut être que bénéfique à la récupération de Tyrion.

R.Graymarch wrote:

Vous aussi, vous avez été un peu inquiets en voyant le premier nom ? Who could he send for, who could he trust? Varys? Bronn? Ser Jacelyn? “. . . my squire,” he finished. “Pod. Payne.” It was Pod on the bridge of boats, the lad saved my life.

Je ne me souvenais pas mais c’est vrai que c’est dingue. Comme quoi malgré les assurances qu’il se faisait à lui-même, il a été la dupe de Varys jusqu’au bout.

R.Graymarch wrote:

On a ensuite des souvenirs avec Tysha, l’air de La Belle et l’ours… où Tyrion est la bête Sometimes she would sing to him. I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.

Il ne s’agit pas de La Belle et l’Ours, même si effectivement, ce couplet y fait penser. 😉 La chanson que Tysha chante s’intitule Les saisons de ma mie : chaque Jouvencelle aimée a une couleur de cheveux évoquant une saison et un moment de la journée. Hanté par le souvenir de la chanson et par Tysha, on retrouve progressivement les paroles au fil des livres :

I loved a maid as fair as summer
with sunlight in her hair.

I loved a maid as red as autumn
with sunset in her hair.

I loved a maid as white as winter
with moonglow in her hair.

Traduction perso :

J’aimais une fille blonde comme l’été,
Le soleil rayonnant dans ses cheveux.

J’aimais une fille rousse comme l’automne,
Le soleil se couchant dans ses cheveux.

J’aimais une fille blanche comme l’hiver,
La lune brillant dans ses cheveux.

On ne sait pas encore quelle couleur auront les cheveux de la fille de printemps, ni ce qu’elle aura dedans … Peut-être des fleurs, comme Jenny de Vieillepierre ? ^^ Ça casserait la thématique astrale des autres couplet. Plus probablement, on aura « I loved a maid as *** as spring, with sunrize in her hair. » (le soleil se levant dans ses cheveux)