[ There’s a clear lack of comprehension for the suggestion. ]
‘England,’ [ Jorah repeats, matching George’s inflection, real and plain as the wood piled nearby, and shakes his head just so. May well as asked him about Narnia. ]
I don’t know it.
[ His voice drops an octave and his squint takes on an apologetic cast, tight at the corners. ]
Nor Soledad.
[ The longer he sits in the heat, the easier the broad slope of his shoulders, and the knots of tendon twisted in the backs of his hands. Now that he’s warm, his next move is to haul himself back up onto his feet, boots scuffing heavy under a pop at his knee. ]
I thought you were another wildling. [ He opens one hand out, a quarter of a shrug. You’re not a wildling are you, George? ]
no subject
‘England,’ [ Jorah repeats, matching George’s inflection, real and plain as the wood piled nearby, and shakes his head just so. May well as asked him about Narnia. ]
I don’t know it.
[ His voice drops an octave and his squint takes on an apologetic cast, tight at the corners. ]
Nor Soledad.
[ The longer he sits in the heat, the easier the broad slope of his shoulders, and the knots of tendon twisted in the backs of his hands. Now that he’s warm, his next move is to haul himself back up onto his feet, boots scuffing heavy under a pop at his knee. ]
I thought you were another wildling. [ He opens one hand out, a quarter of a shrug. You’re not a wildling are you, George? ]