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Valar Morghulis
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On page 463-4 of “A Feast for Crows” Brienne is being led up a hill to a septry on the Quiet Isle in the flats near Saltpans, where Arya Stark took ship for Bravos, leaving the Hound behind to die slowly of his wounds.
“. . . they passed a lichyard where a brother bigger than Brienne was struggling to dig a grave. From the way he moved it was plain to see that he was lame. . . . The gravedigger lowered his head. When Dog went to sniff him he dropped his spade and scratched his ear.”
“'A novice,’ explained Narbert.”
When they first met brother Narbert he told Brienne, “The Seven have blessed our Elder Brother with healing hands. He has restored many a man to health that even the masters could not cure . . .” on page 462.
On page 469 the Elder Brother tells Brienne that she is searching for the wrong daughter. He tells her that Sandor Clegane had taken Arya Stark from the outlaws, not Sansa, and that they had been making for Saltpans when they came upon the Inn at the Crossroads and the Hound took grievous wounds. On pages 469-70 the Elder Brother tells Brienne the tale of how he came upon the Hound. He tells her things which he could only know if Sandor had confessed his sins to the Elder Brother.
“'It was hate that drove him. Though he committed many sins, he never sought forgiveness. Where other men dream of love, or wealth, or glory, this man Sandor Clegane dreamed of slaying his own brother, a sin so terrible it makes me shudder just to speak of it. Yet that was the bread that nourished him, the fuel that kept his fires burning. Ignoble as it was, the hope of seeing his brother’s blood upon his blade was all this sad and angry creature lived for . . . and even that was taken from him, when Prince Oberyn of Dorne stabbed Ser Gregor with a poisoned spear.’
“'You sound as if you pity him,’ said Brienne.
“'I did. You would have pitied him as well, if you had seen him at the end. I came upon him by the Trident, drawn by his cries of pain. He begged me for the gift of mercy, but I am sworn not to kill again. Instead I bathed his fevered brow with river water, and gave him wine to drink and a poultice for his wound, but my efforts were too little and too late. The Hound died there in my arms.’”
“'It is true, then,’ she said dully. 'Sandor Clegane is dead.’
“'He is at rest.’”
Notice that the Elder Brother says that the Hound is dead, but when Brienne says “Sandor Clegane is dead” he responds with, “He is at rest.” The rest of one who has confessed his sins and been forgiven and is now serving as a gravedigger and novice to a brotherhood of the Faith, sworn to silence.
“. . . they passed a lichyard where a brother bigger than Brienne was struggling to dig a grave. From the way he moved it was plain to see that he was lame. . . . The gravedigger lowered his head. When Dog went to sniff him he dropped his spade and scratched his ear.”
“'A novice,’ explained Narbert.”
When they first met brother Narbert he told Brienne, “The Seven have blessed our Elder Brother with healing hands. He has restored many a man to health that even the masters could not cure . . .” on page 462.
On page 469 the Elder Brother tells Brienne that she is searching for the wrong daughter. He tells her that Sandor Clegane had taken Arya Stark from the outlaws, not Sansa, and that they had been making for Saltpans when they came upon the Inn at the Crossroads and the Hound took grievous wounds. On pages 469-70 the Elder Brother tells Brienne the tale of how he came upon the Hound. He tells her things which he could only know if Sandor had confessed his sins to the Elder Brother.
“'It was hate that drove him. Though he committed many sins, he never sought forgiveness. Where other men dream of love, or wealth, or glory, this man Sandor Clegane dreamed of slaying his own brother, a sin so terrible it makes me shudder just to speak of it. Yet that was the bread that nourished him, the fuel that kept his fires burning. Ignoble as it was, the hope of seeing his brother’s blood upon his blade was all this sad and angry creature lived for . . . and even that was taken from him, when Prince Oberyn of Dorne stabbed Ser Gregor with a poisoned spear.’
“'You sound as if you pity him,’ said Brienne.
“'I did. You would have pitied him as well, if you had seen him at the end. I came upon him by the Trident, drawn by his cries of pain. He begged me for the gift of mercy, but I am sworn not to kill again. Instead I bathed his fevered brow with river water, and gave him wine to drink and a poultice for his wound, but my efforts were too little and too late. The Hound died there in my arms.’”
“'It is true, then,’ she said dully. 'Sandor Clegane is dead.’
“'He is at rest.’”
Notice that the Elder Brother says that the Hound is dead, but when Brienne says “Sandor Clegane is dead” he responds with, “He is at rest.” The rest of one who has confessed his sins and been forgiven and is now serving as a gravedigger and novice to a brotherhood of the Faith, sworn to silence.
