Post by King Theon IV Hoare on Aug 1, 2017 22:02:58 GMT
The renowned Riverlands poet Aelyrion of the Five Veils wrote this after visiting Harrenhal.
I pass through the gate.
Behind, my soul waits.
I dare not bring it
For fear I'll lose it.
The darkness that fills the tunnel beneath the wall is stifling to newcomers. Sometimes, Harmund's staff forgets to leave torches lit in the long voyage. It is not strange to find beggars or servants cowering halfway between the great maws, unable to recall which direction they should head. Small children have starved after wandering into the horizontal pit of despair. It is not a kind voyage for irrational or rational alike.
However, today Prince Theon Hoare, dubbed Rivenchain by those who dare not call him Oathbreaker, has ordered all the torches in the tunnel be lit. Indeed, just before the main gate, the very man greets each incoming convoy to assure his guests there is no need lose their wits during their stay. Harrenhal is just a very, very, very big castle. It's not one of the Seven Hells.
I pass through the gate.
Behind, my soul waits.
I dare not bring it
For fear I'll lose it.
The darkness that fills the tunnel beneath the wall is stifling to newcomers. Sometimes, Harmund's staff forgets to leave torches lit in the long voyage. It is not strange to find beggars or servants cowering halfway between the great maws, unable to recall which direction they should head. Small children have starved after wandering into the horizontal pit of despair. It is not a kind voyage for irrational or rational alike.
However, today Prince Theon Hoare, dubbed Rivenchain by those who dare not call him Oathbreaker, has ordered all the torches in the tunnel be lit. Indeed, just before the main gate, the very man greets each incoming convoy to assure his guests there is no need lose their wits during their stay. Harrenhal is just a very, very, very big castle. It's not one of the Seven Hells.