I Dreamt That Maid Again Slaying a Giant in a Castle Built of Snow

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I would similar to hear your interpretation of the second swing of the woods witch'south dreams too! :) -> "I dreamt a wolf howling in the pelting, just no one heard his grief. I dreamt such a clangor I idea my head might flare-up, drums and horns and pipes and screams, but the saddest sound was the lilliputian bells. I dreamt of a maid at the feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt of that maid again, slaying a savage behemothic in a castle built of snow."

poorquentyn:

(cont'd) ii) The wolf could be Arya/Nymeria grieving after the Red Nuptials? The maid could be Sansa, with the hair internet Dontos gave her, at the Regal Wedding?

Hi there! The clangor, of course, is the Reddish Wedding, with Aegon Frey's little bells tinkling softly in the background. Since the Ghost refers to "his grief" regarding the wolf in the pelting, I'm guessing it's not Nymeria, no. I'd say it's Greyness Wind in despair as Robb dies later on ignoring his wolf's desperate warnings. (Information technology could as well be Summer or Shaggy in grief when they sense the killing of Gray Wind himself.) The "maid at the banquet" is definitely Sansa, yes. She's already slain "the savage giant in a castle built of snow," only information technology's not quite as epic every bit y'all might await:

"Did you lot make the snow castle, Lord Littlefinger?"

"Alayne did most of information technology, my lord."

Sansa said, "It's meant to be Winterfell."

"Winterfell?" Robert was pocket-sized for eight, a stick of a boy with splotchy pare and optics that were ever runny. Nether one arm he clutched the threadbare cloth doll he carried everywhere.

"Winterfell is the seat of Business firm Stark," Sansa told her husbandhoped-for. "The swell castle of the north."

"It's not so nifty." The boy knelt earlier the gatehouse. "Look, here comes a behemothic to knock it down." He stood his doll in the snow and moved it jerkily. "Tromp tromp I'k a giant, I'm a giant," he chanted. "Ho ho ho, open your gates or I'll mash them and smash them." Swinging the doll by the legs, he knocked the tiptop off one gatehouse tower and and then the other.

Information technology was more than Sansa could stand. "Robert, stop that." Instead he swung the doll once again, and a foot of wall exploded. She grabbed for his hand simply she caught the doll instead. There was a loud ripping sound as the sparse cloth tore. All of a sudden she had the doll's caput, Robert had the legs and body, and the rag-and-sawdust stuffing was spilling in the snow.

Lord Robert's oral fissure trembled. "You killed him," he wailed.

Or just was only a ruddy herring, and the existent slaying of the giant from the prophecy is yet to happen. With Littlefinger a strong candidate, since the sigil of his father was the Titan of Braavos.

All the visions and prophecies of Ghost of the High Heart were nearly deaths, and specifically deaths of kings and other influential and powerful people. It doesn't make sense for her to randomly be predicting… a girl destroying a niggling male child's toy. If information technology were near Lysa's death, that would make more than sense, but information technology was not - if it had been, she would take focused on it, not on Sansa destroying Sweetrobin'due south doll.

I detect it difficult to believe that GOTHH saw the following visions, or found it relevant to mention the following visions of things that had already happened or were to happen: the shadowbaby killing Rex Renly Baratheon, a Faceless Human being assassinating King Balon Greyjoy at Euron's orders, dead Catelyn beingness resurrected as Lady Stoneheart, confirmed deaths of Balon Greyjoy and Hoster Tully, the overtaking of Harrenhal and death of Vargo Hoat at the hands of Gregor Clegane,  the Red Wedding (with the deaths of another rex, Robb Star, and thousands of other people), the expiry of king Joffrey via the poison in Sansa's hairnet, and… Sansa ripping apart Sweetrobin's doll?!

One of these things is not like the other, one of these things does not belong. Or why didn't she too simply randomly mention, while she was talking to Arya, that Arya would rip autonomously the doll of the picayune girl in the Vale village. Or what Gregor Clegane ate for breakfast a calendar week after he took Harrenhal.

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