Me, An Intellectual
Join Date: Apr 2009
Location: UK
Age: 33
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I'm a big fan of the series. In fact it's perhaps my favourite fantasy series of all time.
But I don't know if I really want to watch the TV Show. I mean, I watched an episode of Legend of the Seeker once, and thought it sucked. I'll watch the first episode and see how it is. Even if it's crap I''d love to see the best character in the series give his classic lines. I am ofcourse talking about the brilliant Dolorous Edd.
Spoiler for the brilliance of Dolorous Edd (not really a spoiler):
He watched from the trees as the fat boy wrestled with a longbow as tall as he was, his red moon face screwed up with concentration. Three arrows stood in the ground before him. Tarly nocked and drew, held the draw a long moment as he tried to aim, and let fly. The shaft vanished into the greenery. Chett laughed loudly, a snort of sweet disgust. "We'll never find that one, and I'll be blamed," announced Edd Tollett, the dour grey-haired squire everyone called Dolorous Edd. "Nothing ever goes missing that they don't look at me, ever since that time I lost my horse. As if that could be helped. He was white and it was snowing, what did they expect?"
"The wind took that one," said Grenn, another friend of Lord Snow's. "Try to hold the bow steady, Sam."
"It's heavy," the fat boy complained, but he pulled the second arrow all the same. This one went high, sailing through the branches ten feet above the target.
"I believe you knocked a leaf off that tree," said Dolorous Edd. "Fall is falling fast enough, there's no need to help it." He sighed. "And we all know what follows fall. Gods, but I am cold. Shoot the last arrow, Samwell, I believe my tongue is freezing to the roof of my mouth."
Ser Piggy lowered the bow, and Chett thought he was going to start bawling. "It's too hard."
"Notch, draw, and loose," said Grenn. "Go on."
Dutifully, the fat boy plucked his final arrow from the earth, notched it to his longbow, drew, and released. He did it quickly, without squinting along the shaft painstakingly as he had the first two times. The arrow struck the charcoal outline low in the chest and hung quivering. "I hit him." Ser Piggy sounded shocked. "Grenn, did you see? Edd, look, I hit him!"
"Put it between his ribs, I'd say," said Grenn.'
"Did I kill him?" the fat boy wanted to know.
Tollett shrugged. "Might have punctured a lung, if he had a lung. Most trees don't, as a rule." He took the bow from Sam's hand. 'I've seen worse shots, though. Aye, and made a few."
Ser Piggy was beaming. To look at him you'd think he'd actually done something. But when he saw Chett and the dogs, his smile curled up and died squeaking.
"You hit a tree," Chett said. "Let's see how you shoot when it's Mance Rayder's lads. They won't stand there with their arms out and their leaves rustling, oh no. They'll come right at you, screaming in your face, and I bet you'll piss those breeches. One o' them will plant his axe right between those little pig eyes. The last thing you'll hear will be the thunk it makes when it bites into your skull."
The fat boy was shaking. Dolorous Edd put a hand on his shoulder. "Brother," he said solemnly, "just because it happened that way for you doesn't mean Samwell will suffer the same."
"What are you talking about, Tollett?"
"The axe that split your skull. Is it true that half your wits leaked out on the ground and your dogs ate them?"
It'll be a good way to pass the time whilst we wait for the next book to come out (which I think i've been doing for about several lifetimes, now). Is there a trailer out?
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