En smakbit på söndag - A Storm of Swords

Veckorna går verkligen fort. Söndag igen och jag har en vecka kvar på min semester, så ångesten kommet att infinna sig nästa söndag.

Jag bjuder på en smakbit åter igen från A Storm of Swords av George R.R Martin. Jag har inte mycket kvar nu på denna tegelsten. Smakbiten är från sidan, 1001:

"I was teasing. Your mother was a gentlewoman of Braavos, daugther of a merchant prince. We met in Gulltown when I had charge of the port. She died giving you birth, and entrusted you to the Faith. I have some devotional books you can look over. Learn to quote from them. Nothing discourages unwanted questions as  much as a flow of pious bleating. In any case, at your flowering you decided you did not wish to be a sept and wrote to me. That was the first I knew of your existence." He fingered his beard. "Do you think you can remember that?"