Waarom verwijst Tyrion al vroeg naar de geboorte van een koning in A Dance with Dragons?

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Aan het einde van hoofdstuk 14 van Een dans met draken zien Tyrion en de bemanning van The Shy Maiden een reuzenschildpad. Tyrion zegt: "En waarom niet? Goden en wonderen lijken altijd aanwezig te zijn bij de geboorte van koningen." Waarom? Welke koning wordt geboren?

    
reeks Jolenealaska 14.09.2017 / 17:01

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TL; DR

Die koning is:

Aegon VI Targaryen aka the Young Griff

Tyrion had het mysterie van zijn identiteit ontdekt. Hij was op weg om zijn tante en zijn trouwe mannen van

te ontmoeten

Golden Company

Tyrion, de slimme man die hij is, begon al snel vreemde dingen op te merken over zijn metgezellen.

Hij probeerde de crack uit te leggen van wie Griff was. Hij beoordeelde Griffs reactie op de opmerking van Tyrion over Winged Lions, dat hij gelijk had, Griff was de verbannen Lord Jon Connington.

De Half Maester gaf les in het wapen van Knight's zoon geschiedenis, wiskunde en talen, The Septa leerde hem theologie en ridders trainden hem in vechtsporten. Dit soort training wordt alleen gegeven aan de Highborn-kinderen van Aristocrats, niet aan de zoon van een sellsword. Dus Tyrion begon te vermoeden dat Young Griff niet was wat hij zei dat hij was.

Lord Jon was a great friend to Rhaegar Targaryen and held the post of Hand of the King briefly. Tyrion did 2+2 and deduced that the Purple Eyed young man who accompanied him was his friend's son, not his own son. If it was Aegon come-back-from-dead,

hij was de rechtmatige koning. Dus daar heb je het.

Te lange versie

De gevleugelde leeuw

Toen Tyrion door Ilyrio werd gestuurd om zich bij Daenerys aan te sluiten, werd hij toevertrouwd aan een verkoopzwaard onder de naam Griff en zijn gezelschap.

The magister shrugged. "Much as it would please me to welcome Queen Daenerys to Volantis, I must rely on you and Griff for that. I can serve her best in Pentos, smoothing the way for her return. So long as I am with you, though … well, an old fat man must have his comforts, yes? Come, drink a cup of wine."

[...]

Tyrion waved the dish away. "You place a deal of trust in this man Griff. Another friend of your childhood?"

"No. A sellsword, you would call him, but Westerosi born. Daenerys needs men worthy of her cause." Illyrio raised a hand. "I know! 'Sellswords put gold before honor,' you are thinking. 'This man Griff will sell me to my sister.' Not so. I trust Griff as I would trust a brother."
ADWD - Tyrion II

Er was een halve Maester, twee Ridders en één bevuilde Septa in het bedrijf. En een jonge jongen, de Young Griff genaamd, die Illyrio zei dat het Griffes geliefde zoon was.

Hij maakte meteen kennis met de maester en een ridder:

"So he does. I am Haldon, the healer in our little band of brothers. Some call me Halfmaester. My companion is Ser Duck."

"Ser Rolly," said the big man. "Rolly Duckfield. Any knight can make a knight, and Griff made me. And you, dwarf?"
ADWD - Tyrion III

Nu wist Tyrion dat Griff ook een ridder was. Verbannen Westerosi Knights hebben altijd een aantal interessante achtergronden.

Toen ontmoette hij Griff zelf. Het eerste wat vreemd was merkte hij op dat Griff kon lezen en dat ook, zonder zijn lippen helemaal te bewegen. Onder de Westerosi zijn het alleen Highborns die dat kunnen doen omdat ze sinds hun kindertijd gewend zijn te lezen. Behalve hen, zijn Maesters ook goed in lezen. Lowborns kunnen meestal niet lezen of als ze leren, bewegen ze hun lippen.

Haldon answered. "Illyrio sent a letter to explain."

"I will have it, then. Take the dwarf to my cabin."

I do not like his eyes, Tyrion reflected, when the sellsword sat down across from him in the dimness of the boat's interior, with a scarred plank table and a tallow candle between them. They were ice blue, pale, cold. The dwarf misliked pale eyes. Lord Tywin's eyes had been pale green and flecked with gold.

He watched the sellsword read. That he could read said something all by itself. How many sellswords could boast of that? He hardly moves his lips at all, Tyrion reflected.
ADWD - Tyrion III

Toen betrapte Tyrion hem meteen op zijn identiteit.

Griff ignored the request. Instead he touched the letter to the candle flame and watched the parchment blacken, curl, and flare up. "There is blood between Targaryen and Lannister. Why would you support the cause of Queen Daenerys?"

"For gold and glory," the dwarf said cheerfully. "Oh, and hate. If you had ever met my sister, you would understand."

"I understand hate well enough." From the way Griff said the word, Tyrion knew that much was true. He has supped on hate himself, this one. It has warmed him in the night for years.

"Then we have that in common, ser."

"I am no knight."

Not only a liar, but a bad one. That was clumsy and stupid, my lord. "And yet Ser Duck says you knighted him."
ADWD - Tyrion III

Een exiled ridder die zijn identiteit niet wil prijsgeven? Waarom zou dat zijn? Hij spreekt als een Highborn-man. En zijn verlangen om zijn ware kleuren te verbergen is nog steeds interessant. Daarom kwam Tyrion tot de conclusie dat deze een verbannen Lord was.

Tyrion wist het zeker, maar hij hield zijn tong.

Griff weighed that for a moment. "Understand this, dwarf. You are the last and least of our company. Hold your tongue and do as you are told, or you will soon wish you had."

Yes, Father, Tyrion almost said. "As you say, my lord."

"I am no lord."

Liar. "It was a courtesy, my friend."
ADWD - Tyrion III

Dus wie was deze verbannen Heer, die zich bij Daenerys Targaryen zou aansluiten? Een bepaalde verbannen Heer, die loyaal was aan Targaryens tot een fout en de juiste leeftijd had, kwam bij hem op en hij besloot om te zien of hij gelijk had.

Tyrion made a waddling bow, but at the cabin door, he turned back. "What if we should find the queen and discover that this talk of dragons was just some sailor's drunken fancy? This wide world is full of such mad tales. Grumkins and snarks, ghosts and ghouls, mermaids, rock goblins, winged horses, winged pigs … winged lions."

Griff stared at him, frowning. "I have given you fair warning, Lannister. Guard your tongue or lose it. Kingdoms are at hazard here. Our lives, our names, our honor. This is no game we're playing for your amusement."
ADWD - Tyrion III

Twee vechtende Griffioenen (gevleugelde leeuwen met koppen van Eagles) zijn sigil van House Connington. Griffs reactie bevestigde vrijwel wat Tyrion dacht. Nu was de vraag, wat doet Rhaegars vriend Jon Connington met dit bedrijf?

Jongen met paars haar

De andere interessante compagnon was de zoon van de Griff.

Hij vertelde Tyrion dat zijn moeder een Tyroshi was. Terwijl ze dood was, sterft ze in haar geheugen zijn haar in de mode van de Tyroshi-bevolking. Hij had paarse ogen.

De jongen was te zachtaardig en goed opgevoed voor de zoon van een verkoopzwaard.

De interessantste dingen waren de training die hij kreeg.

Of het nu de krijgstraining is:

When the bacon was gone, Duck punched Young Griff in the shoulder. "Time to raise some bruises. Swords today, I think."

"Swords?" Young Griff grinned. "Swords will be sweet."
ADWD - Tyrion IV

Of theologische training:

Whilst Young Griff went off with Septa Lemore to be instructed in the mysteries of the Faith, Tyrion stripped off the wet clothes and donned dry ones.
ADWD - Tyrion IV

Of de lessen in Geschiedenis, Talen, Meetkunde:

The lesson began with languages. Young Griff spoke the Common Tongue as if he had been born to it, and was fluent in High Valyrian, the low dialects of Pentos, Tyrosh, Myr, and Lys, and the trade talk of sailors. The Volantene dialect was as new to him as it was to Tyrion, so every day they learned a few more words whilst Haldon corrected their mistakes. Meereenese was harder; its roots were Valyrian as well, but the tree had been grafted onto the harsh, ugly tongue of Old Ghis. "You need a bee up your nose to speak Ghiscari properly," Tyrion complained. Young Griff laughed, but the Halfmaester only said, "Again." The boy obeyed, though he rolled his eyes along with his zzzs this time. He has a better ear than me, Tyrion was forced to admit, though I'll wager my tongue is still more nimble.

Geometry followed languages. There the boy was less adroit, but Haldon was a patient teacher, and Tyrion was able to make himself of use as well. He had learned the mysteries of squares and circles and triangles from his father's maesters at Casterly Rock, and they came back more quickly than he would have thought.

By the time they turned to history, Young Griff was growing restive.
ADWD - Tyrion IV

Dit was allemaal een gebruikelijke training voor de Highborn Sons of Aristocrats, maar voor de zoon van een Sell-sword was dit ongehoord. Zelfs voor een Westerosi Noble was de training nogal overdreven. Tyrion merkte zo veel op voor Haldon:

Tyrion watched with mismatched eyes, and said, "The boy is bright. You have done well by him. Half the lords in Westeros are not so learned, sad to say. Languages, history, songs, sums … a heady stew for some sellsword's son."
ADWD - Tyrion IV

Tyrion wist inmiddels dat de jongen zijn eigen geheim had zoals iedereen in dit interessante bedrijf.

Maar Tyrion moest het zeker weten. Maar wie kan hij vragen? Opportunity presenteerde zichzelf toen Tyrion Haldon uitdaagde voor een spel van Cyvasse en de laatste stemde ermee in om te spelen voor geheimen:

"I have no coin. We'll play for secrets."

"Griff would cut my tongue out."

"Afraid, are you? I would be if I were you."

"The day you defeat me at cyvasse will be the day turtles crawl out my arse." The Halfmaester moved his spears. "You have your wager, little man."

Tyrion stretched a hand out for his dragon.
ADWD - Tyrion IV

Tyrion heeft dit geheimspel na drie uur gewonnen:

It was three hours later when the little man finally crept back up on deck to empty his bladder. Duck was helping Yandry wrestle down the sail, while Ysilla took the tiller. The sun hung low above the reed-beds along the western bank, as the wind began to gust and rip. I need that skin of wine, the dwarf thought. His legs were cramped from squatting on that stool, and he felt so light-headed that he was lucky not to fall into the river.

"Yollo," Duck called. "Where's Haldon?"

"He's taken to his bed, in some discomfort. There are turtles crawling out his arse." He left the knight to sort that out and crawled up the ladder to the cabin roof. Off to the east, there was darkness gathering behind a rocky island.
ADWD - Tyrion IV

Er wordt nooit verteld welke geheimen Tyrion heeft gewonnen van Haldon, maar wat ze ook waren, ze waren voldoende om zijn twijfels te bevestigen, want aan het einde van dat hoofdstuk gebeurde dit:

"What was the cause of all that noise?" the Halfmaester asked.

"A turtle," said Tyrion. "A turtle bigger than this boat."

"It was him," cried Yandry. "The Old Man of the River."

And why not? Tyrion grinned. Gods and wonders always appear, to attend the birth of kings.
ADWD - Tyrion IV

Desalniettemin bevestigde Haldon nog steeds niet uitdrukkelijk de twijfels van Tyrion.

Natuurlijk, daarna, in de chaos van de aanval op Stonemen, glipte Lemore's tong weg, maar tegen die tijd wist Tyrion alles wat hij moest weten.

Young Griff gave his father a stubborn look. "Lemore knows where her cabin is. I want to stay."

"We are sworn to protect you," Lemore said softly.

"I don't need to be protected. I can use a sword as well as Duck. I'm half a knight."

"And half a boy," said Griff. "Do as you are told. Now."

The youth cursed under his breath and flung his pole down onto the deck. The sound echoed queerly in the fog, and for a moment it was as if poles were falling around them. "Why should I run and hide? Haldon is staying, and Ysilla. Even Hugor."

"Aye," said Tyrion, "but I'm small enough to hide behind a duck." He thrust half a dozen torches into the brazier's glowing coals and watched the oiled rags flare up. Don't stare at the fire, he told himself. The flames would leave him night blind.

"You're a dwarf," Young Griff said scornfully.

"My secret is revealed," Tyrion agreed. "Aye, I'm less than half of Haldon, and no one gives a mummer's fart whether I live or die." Least of all me. "You, though … you are everything."

"Dwarf," said Griff, "I warned you—"

[...]

Tyrion had no sooner exhaled than Young Griff grabbed hold of his arm. "What do you mean? I am everything? What did you mean by that? Why am I everything?"

"Why," said Tyrion, "if the stone men had taken Yandry or Griff or our lovely Lemore, we would have grieved for them and gone on. Lose you, and this whole enterprise is undone, and all those years of feverish plotting by the cheesemonger and the eunuch will have been for naught … isn't that so?"

The boy looked to Griff. "He knows who I am."

If I did not know before, I would now.
ADWD - Tyrion V

Tyrion vond dit een even goede tijd om te bekennen dat hij het wist:

The dwarf ignored him. "The blue hair makes your eyes seem blue, that's good. And the tale of how you color it in honor of your dead Tyroshi mother was so touching it almost made me cry. Still, a curious man might wonder why some sellsword's whelp would need a soiled septa to instruct him in the Faith, or a chainless maester to tutor him in history and tongues. And a clever man might question why your father would engage a hedge knight to train you in arms instead of simply sending you off to apprentice with one of the free companies. It is almost as if someone wanted to keep you hidden whilst still preparing you for … what? Now, there's a puzzlement, but I'm sure that in time it will come to me. I must admit, you have noble features for a dead boy."

The boy flushed. "I am not dead."

"How not? My lord father wrapped your corpse in a crimson cloak and laid you down beside your sister at the foot of the Iron Throne, his gift to the new king. Those who had the stomach to lift the cloak said that half your head was gone."

Young Griff hesitated. "Lannister? Your father—"

"—is dead. At my hand. If it please Your Grace to call me Yollo or Hugor, so be it, but know that I was born Tyrion of House Lannister, trueborn son of Tywin and Joanna, both of whom I slew. Men will tell you that I am a kingslayer, a kinslayer, and a liar, and all of that is true … but then, we are a company of liars, are we not? Take your feigned father. Griff, is it?" The dwarf sniggered. "You should thank the gods that Varys the Spider is a part of this plot of yours. Griff would not have fooled the cockless wonder for an instant, no more than it did me. No lord, my lordship says, no knight. And I'm no dwarf. Just saying a thing does not make it true. Who better to raise Prince Rhaegar's infant son than Prince Rhaegar's dear friend Jon Connington, once Lord of Griffin's Roost and Hand of the King?"
ADWD - Tyrion V

Conclusie

De koning wiens geboorte Tyrion getuigde was Aegon, van House Targaryen, zesde van zijn naam. Hij ontdekte het omdat:

  • De zoon van No Sellsword ontvangt het soort onderwijs dat Young Griff heeft ontvangen
  • Het Sellsword was niet wie hij zei dat hij was. Als hij was wie Tyrion vermoedde dat hij was, wie was dan de kleine jongen met hem?
  • Haldon hielp hem vermoedelijk wat.
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