#the ghost of high heart

[addamvelaryon]

It was a prince that was promised, not a princess.... What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame.

[sare11aa11eras]

“Prophets” for the summerhall event! Here are four of my favorite prophets in the main series: Patchface, the Ghost of High Heart, Melisandre, and Aeron. Each character’s relationship to prophecy is different, and the accuracy of their interpretations of those prophecies are also therefore different!

[kellyvela]

Sansa Stark - Prophecies: Medusa & the Giant Slayer by the Ghost of High Heart.

I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow." —A Storm of Swords - Arya VIII

[fortunate-hal]

"The old gods stir and will not let me sleep," she heard the woman say. "I dreamt I saw a shadow with a burning heart butchering a golden stag, aye. I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings. I dreamt of a roaring river and a woman that was a fish. Dead she drifted, with red tears on her cheeks, but when her eyes did open, oh, I woke from terror.”

The Ghost of High Heart illustrated by Charles Vess in the Subterranean Press edition of A Storm of Swords

[wpmorse]

The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. "I see you," she whispered. "I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death . . ." She began to sob, her little body shaking. "You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!" Arya VIII - 593

The Ghost of high heart sees Arya and is horrified calling her cruel to come here. I made the Ghost short by making Arya taller than her. Unfortunately, I got Arya's proportions wrong and she looks like a beanpole.

[oathkeeperoathbreaker]

The Acorn and the Oak

You have three. The crow gave you the third, but you will not open it. With two eyes you see my face. With three you could see my heart. With two you can see that oak tree there. With three you could see the acorn the oak grew from and the stump that it will one day become. With two you see no farther than your walls. With three you would gaze south to the Summer Sea and north beyond the Wall.

Jojen Reed (Bran IV, A CLASH OF KINGS)

This place belongs to the old gods still . . . they linger here as I do, shrunken and feeble but not yet dead. Nor do they love the flames. For the oak recalls the acorn, the acorn dreams the oak, the stump lives in them both. And they remember when the First Men came with fire in their fists.

The Ghost of High Heart (Arya VIII, A STORM OF SWORDS)

A man must know how to look before he can hope to see. Those were shadows of days past that you saw, Bran. You were looking through the eyes of the heart tree in your godswood. Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak. And the weirwood . . . a thousand human years are a moment to a weirwood, and through such gates you and I may gaze into the past.

Brynden Rivers (Bran III, A DANCE WITH DRAGONS)

[thelustybraavosimaid]

Arya VIII, ASoS - The Ghost of High Heart’s Dreams and Their Accompanying Passages

"I dreamt a wolf howling in the rain, but no one heard his grief," the dwarf woman was saying. 

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There was more trouble at the gatehouse. Grey Wind balked in the middle of the drawbridge, shook the rain off, and howled at the portcullis. Robb whistled impatiently. "Grey Wind. What is it? Grey Wind, with me." But the direwolf only bared his teeth. He does not like this place, Catelyn thought. Robb had to squat and speak softly to the wolf before he would consent to pass beneath the portcullis. (Catelyn VI, ASoS)

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"I dreamt such a clangor I thought my head might burst, drums and horns and pipes and screams, but the saddest sound was the little bells.” 

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The music drowned all other sound, echoing off the walls as if the stones themselves were playing. Robb gave Edwyn an angry look and moved to block his way...and staggered suddenly as a quarrel sprouted from his side, just beneath the shoulder. If he screamed then, the sound was swallowed by the pipes and horns and fiddles. Catelyn saw a second bolt pierce his leg, saw him fall. Up in the gallery, half the musicians had crossbows in their hands instead of drums or lutes. She ran toward her son, until something punched in the small of the back and the hard stone floor came up to slap her.

...

Robb had broken his word, but Catelyn kept hers. She tugged hard on Aegon's hair and sawed at his neck until the blade grated on bone. Blood ran hot over her fingers. His little bells were ringing, ringing, ringing, and the drum went boom doom boom. (Catelyn VII, ASoS)

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“I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs.” 

--

Sansa pulled away from his touch. "You said I must wear the hair net. The silver net with...what sort of stones are those?"

"Amethysts. Black amethysts from Asshai, my lady."

"They're no amethysts. Are they? Are they? You lied."

"Black amethysts," he swore. "There was magic in them."

"There was murder in them!" (Sansa V, ASoS)

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“And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow."

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"It's not so great." The boy knelt before the gatehouse. "Look, here comes a giant to knock it down." He stood his doll in the snow and moved it jerkily. "Tromp tromp I'm 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 top off one gatehouse tower and then the other.

It was more than Sansa could stand. "Robert, stop that." Instead he swung the doll again, and a foot of wall exploded. She grabbed for his hand but she caught the doll instead. There was a loud ripping sound as the thin cloth tore. Suddenly she had the doll's head, Robert had the legs and body, and the rag-and-sawdust stuffing was spilling in the snow.

Lord Robert's mouth trembled. "You killlllllllled him," he wailed. Then he began to shake. It started with no more than a little shivering, but within a few short heartbeats he had collapsed across the castle, his limbs flailing about violently. White towers and snowy bridges shattered and fell on all sides. (Sansa VII, ASoS)

[lya-dustin]

i love the theory of Aemond and Alys’ son becoming the founder of house whent, but what if Alys was wrong and their child was actually the Ghost of High Heart.

think about it, the Ghost is a an albino witch with dwarfism who no one knows how old she is or who the fuck she is.

Alys was also 40 years old at the least(given the mystery of her origin and that no one actually knew who she was or where she came from, they just knew that she dabbled in the occult and was somehow related to the Strongs) when she meets Aemond, and all her babies had been stillborn as she served as a wet nurse in Harrenhal, so neither genetics nor the mother’s medical history were in their favor for a baby to be born at all.

Add to it that valyrian coloring could be mistaken as albino, both the Strongs and the Targaryens had a history of genetic disorders (like Larys’ clubfoot and Aegon’s son Jaehaerys having 12 fingers and 12 toes) so dwarfism could be more likely to happen, and that Alys looked unusually young for a gal who was presumably only a year younger than book!Alicent.

So you get this theory: what if alys rivers did not give birth to the son she believed she was having, but a girl with dwarfism who became the Ghost of High Heart, possibly immortal woodswitch who somehow survived Summerhall and had the power of prophecy?

[beyondmistland]

How do you think those amongst the Free Folk who devoutly follow the Old Gods would feel about High Heart, as well as the site’s main occupant, if they were somehow able to visit the area?

A mix of grief, fear, rage, and reverence.

Thanks for the question, anon

[freedomofthegull]

I just realised the whole reason I'm so fixated on Jenny of Oldstones and the Ghost of High Heart is because they give off so much Thousand-Year Wiegenlied vibes

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

random sketches

1. a young(16-17 years old) jaime and cersei

2. genna my queen

3. renly and robert

4. stannis and young robert

5. missandei

6. ghost of high heart

7. ✨parents✨ being cute

[fromtheseventhhell]

When Jon comes back to life and gains a "ghost" moniker to match with Arya, so we get the "Ghost of Harrenhal" leading in Harrenhal and the "Ghost of the North" leading in the North

[conjuring-ghouls]

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[gendrie]

The next morning the little white woman was nowhere to be seen. As they saddled their horses, Arya asked Tom Sevenstrings if the children of the forest still dwelled on High Heart. The singer chuckled. "Saw her, did you?" "Was she a ghost?" "Do ghosts complain of how their joints creak? No, she's only an old dwarf woman. A queer one, though, and evil-eyed. But she knows things she has no business knowing, and sometimes she'll tell you if she likes the look of you."

"The same song as before?" he asked. "Oh, aye. My Jenny's song. Is there another?" (Arya, ASOS)

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"Why did they wed if they did not love each other?" "Your grandsire commanded it. A woods witch had told him that the prince was promised would be born of their line." "A woods witch?" Dany was astonished. "She came to court with Jenny of Oldstones. A stunted thing, grotesque to look upon. A dwarf, most people said, though dear to Lady Jenny, who always claimed that she was one of the children of the forest." (Dany, ADWD)

[thatkinkyautistic]

Spectra stimboard

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[wpmorse]

"The old gods stir and will not let me sleep," she heard the woman say. Arya IV - pg 302

The Brotherhood Without Banners arrives at High Heart to get advice from the mysterious so-called ghost.

This one was a fun one. Though, It is an example of my recurring frustration with Mr. Martin's lack of details. Yes, we know she's a tiny ancient albino woman with long white hair with a black cane. But would it have killed Mr. Martin to tell us what she's wearing? As far as the little details are concerned, I'm pretty sure that her height is proportional rather than having stunted limbs like a dwarf with Achondroplasia. I assume this because Arya calls her tiny rather than flat-out saying she's a dwarf.

This could help the popular theory that the Ghost is secretly one of the children of the forest with her albinism allowing her to pass as a human, albeit a very short one.