Post by min on Dec 17, 2016 16:36:59 GMT
Whitetree village or more specifically the gigantic Wierwood at it's center seems to be distinct from all other Weirwood trees we have seen so far. Add Craster's connection to the village on his mother's side and a brother from the Night Watch as his father and we have something of a mystery.
I have a feeling that Crastor's sons are not actually sacrificed to the weirwoods in the sense that they are bled out to the trees. I think they are wed to the trees instead. The Weirwood at Whitetree is different with it's jagged mouth big enough to swallow a sheep with all it's burnt offerings. Perhaps this is where Crastor's missing livestock end up to feed a squalling, hungry infant. White Tree or Wight Tree?
I've had the impression that the six white walkers that Waymar encounters are receiving instruction when they stand by and watch the duel as if they are boys with their master at arms.
The tree is old and powerful as befits say the lifeforce of children and infants. The age and size of the monstrous tree would suggest that Craster's son's and his predecessors son's have been occupying that particular tree for a long time. Which might explain why Gilly's son is called Monster.
This particular tree could have more than one 'son' attached to it's roots.
And I wonder if the Black Gate is managed by the oldest son of the lot and requires replacement from time to time and it's this one the stops the others from passing the Wall.
A Clash of Kings - Jon II
Whitetree, the village was named on Sam's old maps. Jon did not think it much of a village. Four tumbledown one-room houses of unmortared stone surrounded an empty sheepfold and a well. The houses were roofed with sod, the windows shuttered with ragged pieces of hide. And above them loomed the pale limbs and dark red leaves of a monstrous great weirwood.
It was the biggest tree Jon Snow had ever seen, the trunk near eight feet wide, the branches spreading so far that the entire village was shaded beneath their canopy. The size did not disturb him so much as the face . . . the mouth especially, no simple carved slash, but a jagged hollow large enough to swallow a sheep.
Those are not sheep bones, though. Nor is that a sheep's skull in the ashes.
"An old tree." Mormont sat his horse, frowning. "Old," his raven agreed from his shoulder. "Old, old, old."
"And powerful." Jon could feel the power.
A Storm of Swords - Jon III
"Craster weds his daughters," Jon pointed out.
She punched him again. "Craster's more your kind than ours. His father was a crow who stole a woman out of Whitetree village, but after he had her he flew back t' his Wall. She went t' Castle Black once t' show the crow his son, but the brothers blew their horns and run her off. Craster's blood is black, and he bears a heavy curse." She ran her fingers lightly across his stomach. "I feared you'd do the same once. Fly back to the Wall. You never knew what t' do after you stole me."
Jon sat up. "Ygritte, I never stole you."
Whitetree, the village was named on Sam's old maps. Jon did not think it much of a village. Four tumbledown one-room houses of unmortared stone surrounded an empty sheepfold and a well. The houses were roofed with sod, the windows shuttered with ragged pieces of hide. And above them loomed the pale limbs and dark red leaves of a monstrous great weirwood.
It was the biggest tree Jon Snow had ever seen, the trunk near eight feet wide, the branches spreading so far that the entire village was shaded beneath their canopy. The size did not disturb him so much as the face . . . the mouth especially, no simple carved slash, but a jagged hollow large enough to swallow a sheep.
Those are not sheep bones, though. Nor is that a sheep's skull in the ashes.
"An old tree." Mormont sat his horse, frowning. "Old," his raven agreed from his shoulder. "Old, old, old."
"And powerful." Jon could feel the power.
A Storm of Swords - Jon III
"Craster weds his daughters," Jon pointed out.
She punched him again. "Craster's more your kind than ours. His father was a crow who stole a woman out of Whitetree village, but after he had her he flew back t' his Wall. She went t' Castle Black once t' show the crow his son, but the brothers blew their horns and run her off. Craster's blood is black, and he bears a heavy curse." She ran her fingers lightly across his stomach. "I feared you'd do the same once. Fly back to the Wall. You never knew what t' do after you stole me."
Jon sat up. "Ygritte, I never stole you."
I have a feeling that Crastor's sons are not actually sacrificed to the weirwoods in the sense that they are bled out to the trees. I think they are wed to the trees instead. The Weirwood at Whitetree is different with it's jagged mouth big enough to swallow a sheep with all it's burnt offerings. Perhaps this is where Crastor's missing livestock end up to feed a squalling, hungry infant. White Tree or Wight Tree?
I've had the impression that the six white walkers that Waymar encounters are receiving instruction when they stand by and watch the duel as if they are boys with their master at arms.
The tree is old and powerful as befits say the lifeforce of children and infants. The age and size of the monstrous tree would suggest that Craster's son's and his predecessors son's have been occupying that particular tree for a long time. Which might explain why Gilly's son is called Monster.
This particular tree could have more than one 'son' attached to it's roots.
And I wonder if the Black Gate is managed by the oldest son of the lot and requires replacement from time to time and it's this one the stops the others from passing the Wall.