I agreed to co-post this with Jenny Chase, let's see if she shows up
to join in.
This is a CHapter Of the Week" for "A Dance With Dragons", book five
of "A Song of Ice and Fire" by "George R R. Martin". For a full list
of the "A Dance With Dragons" CHOW responsibles and links to the
completed works, go here:
http://stchucky.wordpress.com/2011/10/24/chow-a-dance-with-dragons/
My cunt of a phone deleted my entire saved-up Davos CHOW and all the
fucking work I put into the shit of a chapter and the arse-sucking
plot points it brought up for discussion, so I will have to see about
re-writing the entire cock-shitting thing. But Jenny was also signed
up for this chapter so maybe she'll drop in with her version and
between us we'll cover all the piddly crap. If someone could send me a
new phone, Nokia C7 or better, I would take great pleasure in smashing
this one with a fucking hammer. I'll broadcast it on YouTube.
Davos I, or I'm Not Dead Yet
This chapter starts out a little bit in the past, sort of, prior to
Davos's apparent execution or faked-death in the previous book. So he
might still be due to die, or not. Very exciting.
It also finds him just after parting ways with Salladhor Saan and the
fleet that was meant to be Stannis's. They ran into some bad weather
and got their keels handed to them, so Saan has decided to take the
leftover ships and toddle off on his own, leaving Davos in a dingy for
old times' sake. Davos rowed into Sweetsister, one of the nasty little
nearby island communities (it may be a different island, my previous
version was well-researched but did I mention how my cunt of a phone
deleted it?), where he is promptly taken into custody while attempting
to buy passage to White Harbor and is taken to the keep of Breakwater,
yeah, Sisterton, Sweetsister, of the Three Sisters. It's all coming
back to me now, mainly because I had a grudging leaf back through, but
also because all you really need to remember is the word 'sister'.
Sweetsister is a scabby, sort of Tortuga-like place run by lord Godric
Borrell, a fat borderline-mutant guy whose sigil is the spider crab, a
legendary crimefighter of the islands' history who swung from a web
and pinched bad guys in socially awkward places. Davos is brought
before Borrell and maliciously fed some crab chowder.
Lord Borrell, who I'm pretty sure I remember is a bannerman of tubby-
arse Lord Wyman Manderly of the many failed hunger strikes for
vengeance league, or the Vale or someplace (okay, I looked it up, each
of the Three Sisters are sworn to Sunderland who rules the whole
place, and *he's* an Arryn bannerman but about as good at it as the
Freys and Boltons are, fat-arse Manderly doesn't come into it really),
chats a bit with Davos about current events and the future, and how
great the chowder is, having been made with three types of crab,
including spider crab. Look out, here comes spider crab (as the
minstrels sang). Yeah.
The main outcome of this chat is that the Sisters want to just go on
as usual and be nasty and inbred and gluttonous and slimy, and don't
really care who holds the throne. The implication at this point seems
to be that they'll let Davos go on to White Harbor and risk Manderly
pissing off the Lannisters, rather than guarantee Borrell pissing off
Stannis in the unlikely event he wins. If anyone at this stage can be
called a winner. Davos also learns that Tywin Lannister is dead and
that Manderly has made a pact with the Freys, which means Stannis is
royally screwed (probably his only remaining option as far as royal
anything is concerned) and Davos is too, if and when he ends up in
Manderly's clutches. Unless he can somehow stop the planned pact-
related marriages.
So the chapter ends with Davos agreeing that he had never been there,
and surviving to enjoy the island paradise for a little while longer.
And by 'island paradise', I seem to recall quipping in my original
much more clever and insightful version of this crotch-shitting
chapter, I mean 'nasty tawdry squalid little dump filled with
creatures who would be more at home in a Lovecraft story'.
Points for discussion
- Again, I had a few of these, but fucked if I can remember them now.
Discuss.
- Oh alright, one point that did come up and was quite interesting was
the new Ned Stark / Jon Snow story. Apparently at some point at the
start of the Baratheon uprising, Ned had to catch a ride with a
fisherman and his daughter, who he impregnated with Jon on the way.
The daughter, not the fisherman. The fisherman died on the way and the
daughter got them to the Sisters alive, and she named the bastard
after Jon Arryn. Lord Borrell Senior decided (much like this time
around with Davos) to quietly help him out rather than turn him in,
because they could see the way the winds were blowing. So, what's the
point of this addition? It seems a little weak, and a lot too late,
for additional false leads and alternate possibilities, although I
admit there are few better chapters, setting-wise, to put a bit of red
herring.
- I had more. Cunt it all, I had more.
- Oh yeah, apparently a couple of Saan's ships went down on Skagos, an
isle of 'unicorns and cannibals' where even 'the Blind Bastard' had
feared to land. Sounds like a fun place, will we ever see more? Who
was the Blind Bastard?
- The Manderlys came north nine hundred years before, settled in and
then apparently got too pushy, at which point 'the green hands slapped
them down', the Starks took their gold but let them have some land,
apparently leaving them around White Harbor. What are the green hands?
Something to do with the Reeds? The children of the forest? They were
chummy with the old, old Starks, weren't they?
- Anyone think, at this point, that Davos was going to die?
- How do you reckon the HBO version of Davos is going to piss Dana
off?
- Do you like chowder? I like chowder.
Gore-o-meter
Not a lot here. There's some hanging, and disembowelling-while-hanging
that made me wince the first time I was writing this cock-rotted CHOW,
due to the gastro-intestinal distress I was enjoying back in October
and November 2011. But really, not much. One flesh-gobbet out of five.
Sex-o-meter
Again, nothing. Sallador talks a lot about fucking, even going so far
as to point out that you can't roll a promise into bed and fuck it
until it squeals, but promises don't count. Half a heaving, sweating,
slow-motion HBO Dothraki dancer boob out of five.
Laff-o-meter
I had a chuckle at the mental image of Wolfspawn reading this chapter
and having a foamy-dog fit about the obese gluttony going on. And the
Sweetsister freaks, at least in the noble families, have webbed
fingers - and have had them for something like five thousand years.
That's not only funny, that's a really, really long time. That could
almost be a discussion point right there. That's almost evolutionary
timescale shit.
Final verdict
Good to see Davos alive and well and eating chowder. Let's move on.