I always liked dogs. They are cute, loyal, friendly. But I never had one – until last year when we finally bought our tornado on four legs. So, until that time I liked dogs, but... I remember reading scene from Deadhouse Gates where Mappo, Stormy, Ges and Truth use magic potion to save Bent and Roach (iirc). And I remember that it seemed to me too much cliched. Hey, you have forest of dying guys and you save dogs? Yeah, I like dogs, but...hell, there are humans, guys! Or...you can use it some critical situation (funny, I slipped into fantasy cliche myself) It seemed to me … unrealistic.
Well, now I understand. Im pretty sure some people will not understand. But I finally can appreciate, fully appreciate all those ideas or thoughts about humans and dogs. Beast so fiercely loyal and loving...and abused by humans. They will do anything we want from them. They will guard, fight and die. Just because we told them so – and because they will gladly do it for us.
What was interesting for me in Gesler´s monologue in TCG seems to me now heartbreaking.
„The wide head lifted, the motion stretching the torn lips back from the crooked teeth, the misaligned jaw that should have made the dog look comical, but didn’t. No. Instead, it broke the heart. All you did in our name. Too loyal for your own good. Too brave to know any different. And still you failed to protect them. Would you have been happier if we’d let you die? Freed your spirits to run with the ones you loved?
Did we hurt you that day? Me and Stormy and Truth and that Trell? ‘I hear you,’ he whispered, studying the dog. ‘The way you wince when you get up after another night on cold ground. I see you limping at day’s end, Bent.’ You and me, we’re both breaking down. This journey will be the last of us, won’t it? You and me, Bent. The last of us. ‘I’ll take your side when the time comes,’ he said. ‘In fact, I will die for you, dog. It’s the least I can do.’ The promise sounded foolish, and he looked round to make certain no one else was near. Their only company was the other dog, Roach, digging frantically at some mouse hole. Gesler sighed. But who says my life’s worth any more than this dog’s? Or that its life is worth less than mine? Who stands around measuring these things?“
So... does SE have a dog? Or did he? Because Im really interested if he drew this emotions from himself or if he is just so much empathic. Either way... I just learned that I will never stop learning. And I clearly understand end of Gesler now. And Im happy for it.
Oh and sorry for my english...some things I learn, some Im just forgetting - written english for example...

This post has been edited by Ulrik: 30 November 2012 - 09:00 PM