Re: Препрочитане на Колелото на времето
Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2020 9:24 am
Полу-сестра, и една от много. Кой знае какъв харем е било там
A Gathering of Shadows
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“Thom Merrilin, the mysterious hero, toppling mountains and raising up kings.” The grin became a rich belly laugh. “Rand al’Thor may be lucky if the next Age remembers his name correctly.”
Много е прав Том тук, в поне една ера двамата с Ранд ще са известни като Мерлин и Артур.
@Matrim full-bosomeness си е важен, така че на Моарейн са и много правилни приоритетитеЗа главата с Моарейн пък съм на обратното мнение от Мат, на мен ми хареса може би най-много от всичко в тази част. Мисловният й процес е точно какъвто трябва да бъде (тоест какъвто си го представям), а и беше приятно да видя Егвийн през нейните очи като не особено ориентираната девойка, която тя всъщност е. Контрастът със самомнението на Егвийн е добър А, също така получаваме пряко потвърждение, че Моарейн е предвидила да прехвърли стражническата връзка на Лан към Нинив! Отношението на Моарейн към Нинив и цялата ситуация с това, че стражникът й вече не й е напълно предан, е изцяло лишено от злоба. При сравнение с начина, по който Нинив мисли и говори за Моарейн, определено симпатиите ми са на страната на Моарейн.
Дори и да имаш някое фентъзи в което автора се е замислил колко ядат войниците, никой не отбелязва колко серат. Всички са със зашити гъзове. Една армия от 200000 души е ходеща септична яма.
Дори и след боя с тролоците Файлето пак иска да се разделят на два лагера.Was he supposed to stand there and let her hit him to her heart’s content? She had mounted Swallow and sat there, very stiff-backed, refusing to sit gingerly, staring at him with an unreadable expression.
Каква прекрасна любов имат, а? Що не вземат и да се оженят скоро... oh, wait.If Faile complained, she could just complain. He was so set to ignore her protests that it irked him when she made none.
Аз искам да попитам от какъв зор по-голямото генетично разнообразие ще намалява вероятността за откриване на момичета с талант за преливане, но Джордан кара здраво в посока "Две Реки са най-якото място на света for reasons", така че би било безсмислено да търсим много логика.None have anywhere near the potential of Egwene or Nynaeve, but the number is still nothing less than remarkable. There might be another two or three just around Watch Hill. We have had no chance to examine girls here, or farther south. Taren Ferry was a disappointment, I must say. Too much interchange of bloodlines with the outside, I suppose.”
Probably?!? Браво бе, Перин, къде си дремал като са разправяли историите за Разрушението на света или за всички False Dragons, които са направили куп поразии. От друга страна и Егвийн се изцепи в същия стил, така че какво ли се учудвам.He realized he had been thinking of how Rand had killed all the Trollocs in the Stone, only Rand was stronger than either of these Aes Sedai, probably stronger than both together.
Fat-shaming! Отивам на Twitter да кансълвам Перин!Every generation was represented, from white-haired Astelle al’Seen, bent-backed but using her stick to thump people out of her way more than to walk with, down to a swaddled infant in the arms of a more than stout young woman with a bright smile.
Perrin looked past the stout, smiling woman; then his head whipped back. When he had left the Two Rivers, Laila Dearn had been a slim girl who could dance any three boys into the ground. Only the smile and the eyes were the same. He shivered. There had been a time when he had dreamed of marrying Laila, and she had returned the feeling somewhat. The truth was, she had held on to it longer than he had. Luckily, she was too entranced with her baby and the even wider fellow by her side to pay much attention to him. Perrin recognized the man with her, too. Natley Lewin. So Laila was a Lewin now. Odd. Nat never could dance. Thanking the Light for his escape, Perrin looked around for Faile.
Коляча на тоя етап е мистериозен, но за жалост после ще се преквалифицира на по-скоро досаден.As the three men started out, carrying their bows, Faile rose to follow. Perrin shook his head at her, and amazingly she sat back down. He wondered if she was ill.
Хем знае, че Фейн е с Белите плащове, хем си мисли, че няма как те да знаят, че Ранд е Преродения дракон.If the Whitecloaks knew Rand was the Dragon Reborn, that would be enough for them, but there was no way they could know. Mat confused him entirely. It had to be Fain’s work.
Логиката на Белите плащове е желязна както винаги.Even here in this Light-forsaken corner of the world, the Children maintained themselves, never allowing discipline to slack. It was Light-forsaken. The Trollocs proved that. If they burned farms, it only meant some folk here were pure. Some.
Тоягата - the voice of reason.Alsbet Luhhan was the only woman in Emond’s Field larger than Daise, and Daise had a mean streak and a temper to go with it. Perrin could not imagine her as Wisdom; Nynaeve would probably have a fit when she found out who had replaced her. Nynaeve had always believed she used sweet reason, herself.
“I think we’re in trouble, Rand. It’s what I get for staying around you. You always get me in trouble
Тяхното приятелство продължава да е съвсем едностранчиво.“About time. If you knew how, why didn’t you bloody do it in the first place?”
Щеше да е почти заслужено да ги изтребят тролоците или Мачин Шин заради идиотските им детинщини.Perrin nodded, saying nothing. He was not about to suggest they follow the line, not and have Faile call him down for trying to take over. He rubbed his nose again absently; that almost imperceptible scent of rankness was irritating. He was not going to make even the most sensible suggestion. If she wanted to lead, let her.
При положение, че Перин е на 19 когато напусна Две Реки, това изглежда доста странно.Another surprise came when Bran placed a silver cup of apple brandy at Perrin’s elbow, not the small tot that men usually drank at the inn, barely enough to cover the last joint of the thumb, but half-full. When he had left he would have been offered cider if not milk, or perhaps well-watered wine, a half-cup with a meal or a full one on a feastday.
Faile with the self-own.Not everyone who took the Hunter’s Oath is sensible, though. I’ve met some who think they know everything, and are stubborn as mules besides.”
Но в интерес на истината Авиенда е още по-досадна в тези глави:Egwene: slightly… less awesome. I used to not get why people got so annoyed with Egwene, but reading this now, I see it, because she is totally the “Ooh! Ooh!” Girl.
You know who I mean: that annoying girl in grammar/high school who was always the first – and middle, and last – person to raise her hand in class; and she wouldn’t just raise it, she would shoot it up like a cannon going off, it was like she was trying to bust her own hole in the ozone layer over there. She’s the girl who is completely convinced she knows everything, and is unfortunately just smart/talented enough that it is very difficult to convince her otherwise. She has an opinion on everything, and is eager and excited and impatient and confrontational and tactless and even though you know she at least theoretically will go on to do great things one day (or at least definitely graduate college), right then she basically drives everyone there including the teacher right up the goddamn wall.
Egwene is totally that girl.
[Chandler Bing voice]Shut up! Shut up! Shut up![/Chandler Bing voice]Before the man had taken three steps, Aviendha said in a low, hard voice, “You belong to Elayne, Rand al’Thor. Do you stare so at every woman who comes in front of your eyes, or only those who go half-naked? If I strip off my clothes, will you stare so at me? You belong to Elayne!”
Не знам защо уж свободолюбивите селяни така заобичаха първо лорд Люк, а после и Перин, и Файле, и с голяма радост решиха, че да си имаш благородни водачи е много яко.All the al’Seens and Lewins rushed in a mass to greet the lord, men, women and children crowding around him with smiles and bows and curtsies, babbling all over one another about the honor of his presence, the great honor of a visit from a Hunter for the Horn.
he hardest part was getting Mistress Luhhan up barebacked; it took Perrin and Master Luhhan both, and she kept trying to push her skirts down to cover her knees.
Поредният карикатурен женски персонаж.Why, Perrin, it is you!” Mistress Luhhan exclaimed. Her round face looked peculiar under the helmet, sitting askew because of her braid. “What is that thing on your face, young man? I am more than grateful to you, but I will not have you at my table looking like a—”
Ранд добре познава характера на Мат, жалко, че това си спомня за това само спорадично.He did not complain, though, which was a bad sign. Mat was a great complainer at small discomforts; if he was silent now, it meant he was in real pain.
За едно отрязано дърво изтрепахте толкова народ, а като Куладин се опита да убие предречения ваш спасител- две предупреждения първо?!?“Stop!” Bair shouted, running down into the motionless instant. Her long bulky skirt impeded her no more than her age; she bounded down the slope like a girl for all her white hair, and a girl in a fury at that. “The peace of Rhuidean, Couladin!” Her thin voice was an iron rod. “Twice you have tried to break it now. Once more, and you are outlawed!
Това е толкова смешно на фона на бъдещите действия на Егвийн. Totally in character, though.Elayne did not look worried, or not about that, at any rate. “He is what he is, Egwene. A king, or a general, cannot always afford to see people. When a ruler has to do what is right for a nation, there are times when some will be hurt by what is best for the whole. Rand is a king, Egwene, even if without a nation unless you count Tear, and if he won’t do anything that will hurt anyone, he will end by hurting everyone.”
Egwene sniffed. It might make sense, but she did not have to like it. People were people, and they had to be seen as people
Да, Егвийн, ролята му е тотално за завиждане. Поне се усеща в този случай:Egwene was glad of the dark; it hid her scowl. She had given her word, but this was all so unfair. No one was trying to hedge Rand around with silly rules.
Well, perhaps he was different. She was not sure she wanted to trade Amys’s edicts for Couladin’s desiring to put a spear through her, in any case.
Classic Mat.Rand’s twisted grin did not reach his eyes. Sometimes Mat almost wished Rand would decide whether he was mad or not and get it over with. Almost.
See above.Mat glanced at the line of Jindo watching Rand. All he could see now was their backs. The man was a pure fool, leaping about in this heat. Any sensible man would find a bit of protection from the sun, something to drink.
Този пасаж ме озадачи - сложила била нашийника на Бетамин почти по случайност, за да я удържала за няколко секунди? Say what? Тайната полиция на Сеанчан се появява и никак не е приятна, което не пречи на разни фенове да твърдят, че сеанчанците били "егалитарно общество".A silver collar encircled her neck, attached by a thick silver leash to a bracelet of the same metal that hung on a peg a few feet above her head. It had been almost an accident, putting it on her, simply a means of securing her for a few moments. And then she had managed to knock Egeanin down, trying a dashing for freedom.
Елейн има спомени от когато е била тригодишна. Вундеркинд! Но има и поредната безумна проява на пуританските андорски нрави. Първо се напи така, че ще кажеш, че в кралския двор пият само кока кола и смутита, второ реши, че майка й е втора Берелайн, защото имала трима любовници за 15 години.“You were her lover, weren’t you?” The flinch of his eyes was enough. “You were! I always knew about Gareth Bryne. At least, I figured it out. But I always hoped she would marry him. Gareth Bryne, and you, and this Lord Gaebril Mat said she looks calf-eyes at now, and … . How many more? How many? What makes her any different from Berelain, tripping every man who catches her eye into her bed. She is no different—”
Тия магически лъкове от Две Реки са страшна работа...Another thicket, close to the Waterwood, held forty-one Trollocs and a Fade, with sentries set, though most snored at their posts. It would have made no difference had they all been awake. Gaul killed those that were, sliding through the trees like a shadow, and the Two Rivers men were nearly thirty themselves by then. Besides, those who had not seen the cookpot had heard of it; they shouted as they shot, with a satisfaction not much less savage than the guttural Trolloc howls. The black-garbed Myrddraal had been last to die, a porcupine quilled with arrows.
Но след това тотално преминава всякакви граници с настояванията, че Ранд принадлежал на Елейн и цупенията за глупости.“Elayne is a wetlander, your own kind.” She tossed her head arrogantly. The short tail that Aiel warriors wore at the nape of the neck was missing. The folded scarf around her temples nearly enveloped her hair. “Exactly the woman for you. Is she not beautiful? Her back is straight, her limbs supple and strong, her lips like plump loveapples. Her hair is spun gold, her eyes blue sapphires. Her skin is smoother than the finest silk, her bosom fine and well-rounded. Her hips are—”
He cut her off frantically, his cheeks heating. “I know she’s pretty. What are you doing?”
“I am describing her.” Aviendha frowned up at him. “Have you seen her in her bath? There is no need for me to describe her if you have seen—”
Героизмът на Моарейн и отдадеността ѝ на каузата са наистина впечатляващи. В този момент знае, че скоро ще трябва да направи огромна саможертва, напълно готова е да го направи и не иска никой да я утешава.“The memories fade,” Moiraine said, just as quietly. She did not look away from her distant vision, and her voice was almost chill enough to take away the heat in the air. “Most are already gone. Some, I knew already. Others. . . . The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, and we are only the thread of the Pattern. I have given my life to finding the Dragon Reborn, finding Rand, and seeing him ready to face the Last Battle. I will see that done, whatever it requires. Nothing and no one can be more important than that.”
Точно - членовете на тайната полиция която имат право по свое усмотрение да прилагат мъчения върху и да екзекутират който си поискат, плюс това има явни намеци, че практикуват и sexual slavery. А и не само това, разделението между класите там е огромно, има страшно много неща, които са позволени само на благородниците, дори и разни дребни като поддържане на кухни за бедни:Тайната полиция на Сеанчан се появява и никак не е приятна, което не пречи на разни фенове да твърдят, че сеанчанците били "егалитарно общество".
И като споменах това, Нинив заслужава адмирации, че първата ѝ работа като пристигна във Фалме бе да попита как може да помогне на бедните като финансира такива дейности. Поне за нещо смислено ще отидат част от парите на Кулата. Искреното възмущение на Елейн от това, че кралят е допуснал да има гладни по улиците, е поредното доказателство колко идеализирана е андорската монархия. В Кемлин си имат welfare програма за хранене на най-бедните.She was already using part of the money the courier boats brought to support a soup kitchen, just as if she were one of the Blood. She shuddered to think what discovery of that over-stepping of her place would mean.
Понеже не са роднини, явно Джордан намеква за другата възможност.Jorin kissed her fingertips and pressed them to Elayne’s lips. “The Light willing, we shall meet again.”
“The Light willing,” Elayne responded, duplicating the Windfinder’s gesture. It still felt odd, but it was an honor, too, used only between close family members or lovers.
Това си го представих с гласа на Мел ГибсънIf you want to be a Whitecloak dog, be so, but do not begrudge these good people their freedom.
Които обаче се оказаха недостатъчно искрени:Perrin, I . . . have . . . been a fool.
И аз бих искала да знам, Перин!"Of course I forgive you," he said. A dangerous light appeared in her eyes. "I mean, there's nothing to forgive." If anything, the light sparkled hotter. What did she want him to say?
"I won't tell," Egwene said slowly. Wise Ones and Windfinders. Women able to channel among both, and none who had taken the Three Oaths, bound by the Oath Rod. The Oaths were supposed to make people trust Aes Sedai, or at least not fear their power, but Aes Sedai still had to move in secret as often as not. Wise Ones — and Windfinders, she was willing to wager — had honored places in their societies. Without being bound to supposedly make them safe. It was something to think on.
A woman of integrity"I know I said I would not go to Tel'aran'rhiod without you," Egwene said, trying to sound reasonable, "but —"
...
She had given her word, but this was all so unfair.
Вече не мога нищо цензурно да кажа по неин адрес, снизходителността й е непоносима.Mat would certainly not put up with other people's rules. Yet ta'veren or not, Mat had nothing to learn; all he had to do was be. Very likely he would refuse to learn anything given the chance, unless it had to do with gambling or raising food.
Rand let Moiraine look at him, muttering to herself, though he had taken no wound. With so many who had, she could not spare the strength to wash away his fatigue with the One Power.
"This was aimed at you," she told him, surrounded by the moans of the injured. The Trollocs were being dragged away into the night, by packhorses and the peddlers' mules. The Aiel apparently intended to leave the Myrddraal where they lay until they stopped moving, to make sure they were really dead. The wind gusted up, like ice with no moisture in it.
"Was it?" he said. Her eyes glittered in the firelight before she turned back to the wounded.
Egwene came to him, too, but only to say in a low, fierce whisper, "Whatever you are doing to upset her, stop it!" The glance she shot past him at Aviendha left no doubt who she meant, and she went off to help Bair and Amys before he could say he had done nothing.
Ранд:Rand's twisted grin did not reach his eyes.
В един конкретен момент дори ми се стори, че Ранд троли Мат нарочно:Mat was looking at him oddly from under the broad brim of his new hat. He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring way, but Mat's expression did not change.
Не му е в стила, но като се има предвид, че Мат не се старае особено да се прикрива и го гледа с явно опасение, Ранд може и да се е изкушил да се направи на по-луд, отколкото е."You can't see it, or feel it," Rand said finally. Leaning a little toward Mat, he whispered loudly, as though pretending. "We ride with evil now, Mat. Watch yourself." He wore that twisted grin again, as he watched the wagons lumber by.
Аз не, дори и като го търсих специално Имаш предвид, че едрата жена с големия нос е като някаква нейна карикатура - облечена в бледа коприна и с черна коса? Или нещо друго?
Sleep came as soon as her head touched the pillow.
In the morning she wished she were dead.
Съгласна съм.
И с това съм съгласна.Demandred wrote: ↑Tue Jul 07, 2020 4:38 pmКакто казах и миналата седмица, понеже прочетох леко напред, е доста нелепо, че до появата на Перин хората в Две Реки си седят по фермите и чакат тролоците да дойдат да ги изколят. Не би трябвало да им е нужно Перин да им казва очевидното, че това е безумие. Особено след като вече хората в няколко изолирани ферми са били изтрепани и изядени.
Не знаят, че Heroes of the Horn живеят в Света на сънищата във времето между преражданията си.Дразни ме как всички, пред които Биргит се явява, са супер стреснати и не вярват на очите си. Сега и Нинив. Аз ли пропускам нещо, нали уж нашите знаят, че Рогът вече е прозвучал?
Пазенето в тези случаи си е доста безсмислено, ако пострадаш в Света на сънищата, няма как да ти помогне пазача освен ако някак с чист късмет не успее да нацели точно момента, в който да те събуди преди да пострадаш. А и не виждам какво пречи на Нинив да се довери на Том за това, не е като да смята, че той ще го каже на Черната Аджа.И същото за Нинив и нейният способ да лекува напиване - не мисля, че беше опция да вика някой друг да я пази, все пак цялата работа със света на съницата и способността да се влиза в него с тер-ангреал се предполага да е много секретна. Нинив направи каквото можа, за да отрезви до някаква степен Елейн, а на другата сутрин беше направо грижовна
Да, това е един от случаите, в които субективността на гледните точки е използвана много добре. Според мен Ранд леко потролва Мат от време на време, но в други моменти не се държи съвсем адекватно.При Ранд и Мат, със смяната на гледните им точки, ми е забавно как Ранд е съвсем ок в своята гледна точка и много налудничав в тази на Мат. Червена точка за Джордан тук
На мен ми напомня по-скоро на някои източни култури, отколкото на Гърция. Използват chopsticks при хранене, тия воали, които носят, напомнят на ислямските култури, макар тук да са unisex...Отне ми доста време, но най-после схванах, че Танчико е (някакъв вариант на) Гърция! Полуостровът с трите разклонения, архитектурата и държавното устройство не ми бяха достатъчни, но при описанието на цилиндричните шапки на мъжете ми просветна
Тук Джордан добре показва колко тежка е лидерската роля в такива ситуации и защо Перин няма голямо желание да е лидер, макар Шарката да го тика постоянно за такава роля. За съжаление по-нататък в поредицата това разбираемо нежелание деградира до постоянно мрънкане.И отново Перин и компания. Чак ми стана тъжно за него накрая, първо с гробовете в родната му ферма и после с атаката, при която измряха толкова хора. Тролоците наистина бяха започнали да придобиват значимостта на бележка под линия - Ранд и компания се разправиха с тяхната група сравнително лесно, при все жертвите, Перин беше успял да убие достатъчен брой с отряда фермери... Но това дойде като напомняне да не става прекалено самоуверен.