«Valar Morghulis»

 Valar Morghulis

Pod.

Pod!

Find Bronn or Varys.

Tell them I am here with Maester Pycelle.

Tell them I am very much alive.

Yes, my lord.

Would you like something for the pain?

What happened?

The murderer and traitor Stannis Baratheon suffered a stunning defeat at the hands of your father.

Where am I?

These are your new chambers.

A little cramped, perhaps, but you don’t need much room, do you?

You are no longer Hand of the King.

For your trouble.

I, Joffrey of the House Baratheon, first of my name, the rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, do hereby proclaim my grandfather, Tywin Lannister, the saviour of the city and the Hand of the King.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Lord Petyr Baelish, step forward.

For your good service and ingenuity in uniting the Houses of Lannister and Tyrell, I declare that you shall be granted the castle of Harrenhal with all its attendant lands and incomes to be held by your sons and grandsons from this day until the end of time.

You honour me beyond words, Your Grace.

I shall have to acquire some sons and grandsons.

Ser Loras Tyrell.

Your house has come to our aid.

The whole realm is in your debt, none more so than I.

If your family would ask anything of me, ask it, and it shall be yours.

Your Grace, my sister Margaery, her husband was taken from us before…

She remains innocent.

I would ask you to find it in your heart to do us the great honour of joining our houses.

Is this what you want, Lady Margaery?

With all my heart, Your Grace.

I have come to love you from afar.

Tales of your courage and wisdom have never been far from my ears.

And those tales have taken root deep inside of me.

I, too, have heard tales of your beauty and grace, but the tales do not do you justice, my lady.

It would be an honour to return your love, but I am promised to another.

A king must keep his word.

Your Grace, in the judgement of your Small Council, it would be neither proper nor wise for you to wed the daughter of a man beheaded for treason, a girl whose brother is in open rebellion against the throne as we speak.

For the good of the realm, your councillors beg you to set Sansa Stark aside.

Margaery!

We want Margaery!

I would like to heed your wishes and the wishes of my people, but I took a holy vow.

Your Grace, the gods do indeed hold betrothal solemn, but your father, blessed be his memory, made this pact before the Starks revealed their falseness.

I have consulted with the High Septon and he assures me that their crimes against the realm free you from any promise you have made to them in the sight of the gods.

The gods are good.

I am free to heed my heart.

Ser Loras, I will gladly wed your sweet sister.

You will be my queen and I will love you from this day until my last day.

My lady.

My sincerest condolences.

They’re right.

I’m not good enough for him.

You shouldn’t say that.

You’ll be good enough for many things.

He’ll still enjoy beating you.

And now that you’re a woman, he’ll be able to enjoy you in other ways as well.

But, if he’s not marrying me…

He’ll let you go home?

Joffrey’s not the sort of boy who gives away his toys.

You have a tender heart, just like your mother did at your age.

I can see so much of her in you.

She was like a sister to me.

For her sake, I’ll help get you home.

King’s Landing is my home now.

Look around you.

We’re all liars here.

And every one of us is better than you.

Come in.

Make yourself comfortable.

That doesn’t look very comfortable.

Here, watch me.

No need for that, my dear.

You sure?

Most men like what they see.

I’m not like most men.

That’s what most men say.

If you don’t want what most men want, then you’d better tell me what you’d like me to do.

I would like you to tell me if working for Lord Baelish has been all you’d hoped it would be.

Have we met?

You wouldn’t remember me if we had?

I meet a lot of men.

And I think you remember all of them.

I think your true talents are wasted on them.

You’re very kind, my lord.

Allow me to return the favour.

You’re afraid.

Why?

Nothing dangerous down there.

I know who you are.

And, unlike your current employer, I protect those who work for me.

I don’t abuse them to satisfy royal whims or force them to abuse each other.

How do you know about that?

I thought you said you knew who I was.

What can I do for you, Lord Varys?

Littlefinger looks at you and sees a collection of profitable holes.

I see a potential partner.

I’m afraid of him.

Oh, you should be.

He’s a dangerous man.

But everyone has their weaknesses.

Your current employer hides his very well, but not as well as he thinks.

You’re a virgin, I take it?

Walk.

Childhood must have been awful for you.

Were you a foot taller than all the boys?

They laughed at you, called you names?

Some boys like a challenge.

One or two must have tried to get inside Big Brienne.

One or two tried.

Ah.

But you fought them off.

But maybe you wished one of them could overpower you, fling you down, tear off your clothes.

But none of them were strong enough.

I’m strong enough.

Not interested.

Of course you are.

You’d love to know what it feels like to be a woman.

Ah.

“They lay with lions.

” Tavern girls, I’d say.

Probably served my father’s soldiers.

Maybe one of them gave up a kiss and a feel.

That’s how they earned this.

The glorious work of the Northern freedom fighters.

Must make you proud to serve the Starks.

I don’t serve the Starks.

I serve Lady Catelyn.

Tell yourself that tonight when they swing in your dreams.

What are you doing?

Burying them.

We shouldn’t stay here.

We should get back on the river.

I think these women would understand if…

I don’t care what you think.

I didn’t leave it here.

I had me dagger.

Untie me.

Now!

I gave it to you to cut the rope, and now I don’t have me dagger no more.

So unless it got stuck in your arse on its way to your cunt, it stands to reason that it’s gone.

Whoa.

What’s your business here?

Travelling a prisoner.

You’re a woman.

A woman!

Well, fuck me!

If you’ve quite finished up…

All right, we’ll be going.

Whoa.

Whoa!

Who do you fight for?

The Starks.

What did he do?

Apparently eating is now a crime.

Who knew?

No, stealing is a crime.

But it’s not a crime to starve.

That’s justice for you.

Where are you taking him?

To Riverrun.

Why Riverrun?

Steal from the Tullys, it’s their dungeons you rot in.

Why not kill him?

For stealing a pig?

I don’t give the orders.

He must be important to someone.

Sending him with you?

How important could he be?

All right, have it your way, my lady.

Do I know you?

Have you been to Ashemark?

No.

Then you don’t know me.

Do you ever go to the river market at Salt Rock?

Is it near Ashemark?

No.

I’ve never been there.

What do you think of these beauties?

I hope you gave them quick deaths.

Two of them we did, yeah.

Wait.

I do know you.

That’s Jaime Lannister.

I wish someone had told me.

I wouldn’t have had to steal that pig.

If this is the Kingslayer, I think I’d know about it.

How do you know what the Kingslayer looks like?

I was at Whispering Wood.

I saw him.

They dragged him out of the woods and threw him down before the king.

He’s not the Kingslayer.

Sorry to disappoint you.

If he was, I’d only be travelling his head.

I have a question for you both.

And I want you to answer it at the same time.

I count to three, you both answer.

What’s his name?

One.

Two.

Three.

Two quick deaths.

Those were Stark men.

I don’t serve the Starks.

I serve Lady Catelyn.

I told you I’d take you to King’s Landing, and that’s what I’m going to do.

Stay.

Walder Frey is a dangerous man to cross.

I know that.

And you mean to do it anyway?

I love her.

I know that seems important to you.

It is important to me.

Your father didn’t love me when we married.

He hardly knew me or I him.

Love didn’t just happen to us.

We built it slowly over the years, stone by stone, for you, for your brothers and sisters, for all of us.

It’s not as exciting as secret passion in the woods, but it is stronger.

It lasts longer.

And that is what would be in store for me with one of Walder Frey’s daughters, what you and father had?

Why not?

Because she’s not beautiful?

Because she’s not exotic and exciting?

Now you’re arguing just to argue because you arranged it.

And you agreed to it.

You gave him your word.

Treat your oaths recklessly, and your people will do the same.

If your father lived his life for one thing…

My father is dead.

And the only parent I have left has no right to call anyone reckless.

You said you saw my victory in the flames.

I did.

I still see it.

The flames lied.

And I’m no better than a savage trusting in a fire god.

I fought for your god in Blackwater Bay.

I led my men to the gates of the seventh hell as their brothers burned alive, and for what?

Attacked from behind by Tywin Lannister and the Tyrells.

If you see so much in your flames, why didn’t you warn me?

The Lord of Light only allows me glimpses.

You claimed to speak for a god.

Will you quit the war just because you’ve lost a battle?

You talk about war as if you understand it.

I’ve been fighting far longer than you.

Have you?

Show me how you fight.

Show me.

Where’s your god now?

Will he save you?

Where is your god?

Inside you.

I murdered my brother.

We murdered him.

Share the weight with me.

He wasn’t your brother.

This war has just begun.

It will last for years.

Thousands will die at your command.

You will betray the men serving you.

You will betray your family.

You will betray everything you once held dear.

And it will all be worth it because you are the Son of Fire.

You are the Warrior of Light.

You will sweep aside this pretender and that one.

You will be king.

You promise these things, but you don’t know.

None of us know.

Let me show you.

Look into the fire, my king.

Look.

I see fire.

Keep looking.

Do you see?

Do you see, my king?

Yes.

I will kill that man.

I don’t care how many arrows they feather me with, how many spears they run through me, I will kill that hornblowing cunt before I fall.

They want you to know you’re surrounded.

I know I’m surrounded.

I know that because I stood on the battlements and saw I was surrounded.

They don’t want you to sleep.

They want to sap your spirit before…

Thank you, wise bald man.

Thank you for explaining siege tactics to me.

No word from my father?

No.

Send more ravens.

You killed all the ravens.

The first time I saw Winterfell…

First time I saw Winterfell, it looked like something that had been here for thousands of years and would be here for thousands of years after I was dead.

I saw it and I thought, “Of course, Ned Stark crushed our rebellion and killed my brothers.

“We never stood a chance against the man who lives here.

” Lord Stark went out of his way to make it your home.

Yes, my captors were so very kind to me.

You love reminding me of that.

Everyone in this frozen pile of shit has always loved reminding me of that.

You know what it’s like to be told how lucky you are to be someone’s prisoner?

To be told how much you owe them?

And then to go back home to your real father…

I will kill that man.

I swear to the Drowned God, the Old Gods, the New Gods, to every fucking god in every fucking heaven, I will kill that man.

Theon, listen to me.

I serve Winterfell.

Now Winterfell is yours.

I’m bound by oath to serve you.

And what’s your counsel, trusted friend?

Run.

Five hundred Northmen wait outside the walls.

You have men.

You can’t win.

Wait for nightfall and run.

There’s nowhere to run.

I’d never make it back to the Iron Islands.

And even if I did, even if by some miracle I slipped through the lines and made it home, I’d be a coward.

The Greyjoy who ran.

The shame of the family.

Don’t go home.

Join the Night’s Watch.

Once a man has taken the black, he’s beyond reach of the law.

All his past crimes are forgiven.

I won’t make it to the Wall.

I won’t make it feet past the Winterfell gates.

There are ways.

Hidden passageways built so the Lords of Winterfell could escape.

The road will be dangerous.

But with a little luck…

The Night’s Watch is an ancient, honourable order.

You’ll have opportunities there.

The opportunity for Jon Snow to cut my throat in my sleep.

The opportunity to make amends for what you’ve done.

I’ve done a lot, haven’t I?

Things I never imagined myself doing.

I’ve known you many years, Theon Greyjoy.

You’re not the man you’re pretending to be.

Not yet.

You may be right.

But I’ve gone too far to pretend to be anything else.

You hear that?

That’s the mating call of the Northmen.

They want to fuck us.

Well, I haven’t had a good fuck in weeks.

I’m ready for one.

They say every ironborn man is worth a dozen from the mainland.

Aye!

You think they’re right?

Aye.

We die today, brothers.

We die bleeding from wounds with arrows in our necks and spears in our guts, but our war cries will echo through eternity.

They will sing about the battle of Winterfell until the Iron Islands have slipped beneath the waves.

Every man, woman and child will know who we were and how long we stood.

Aggar and Gelmarr, Wex and Urzen, Stygg and Black Lorren.

Ironborn warriors will cry out our names as they leap onto the shores of Seagard and Faircastle.

Aye!

Mothers will name their sons for us.

Aye!

Girls will think of us with their lovers inside them.

Aye!

And whoever kills that fucking hornblower will stand in bronze above the shores of Pyke!

Aye!

What is dead may never die!

What is dead may never die!

Thought he’d never shut up.

It was a good speech.

Didn’t want to interrupt.

What is this?

What are you doing?

Let’s go home.

Come on.

Why should I believe you?

Why would I lie about it?

To create strife between my sister and me.

Where before there was nothing but love.

Ser Mandon Moore tried to kill you on your sister’s orders.

If it weren’t for your squire’s bravery, you’d be a dead man.

Pod.

Yes, my lord?

Would it be excessive of me to ask you to save my life twice in a week?

No, my lord.

You’re a good lad.

Get Bronn, tell him I want four of his most loyal gold cloaks outside my door at all times.

I’m afraid your friend has been relieved of his command of the City Watch.

The gold cloaks are now firmly in the hands of your father or your sister.

It varies from cloak to cloak.

Then my hill tribesmen.

Have gone home.

Your father paid them quite handsomely.

I’m afraid we won’t be seeing each other for some time, my lord.

Don’t want to swim too close to a drowning man?

And I thought we were friends.

We are.

Podrick, would you mind?

There are many who know that without you this city faced certain defeat.

The king won’t give you any honours, the histories won’t mention you, but we will not forget.

Come along now, Podrick.

My love.

It was good of you to come.

Good of me?

Of course I come.

I want to see you.

Believe me, you don’t.

Have you looked?

I will be the first.

Well?

You are a mess.

I’m a monster as well as a dwarf.

You should charge me double.

You think I’m here for money?

That was the arrangement we made.

I pay you and you lie to me.

Oh.

I’m a poor little rich man and nobody loves me, so I make jokes all the time and pay them to laugh.

Fuck your money.

Let’s leave.

Leave?

Leave King’s Landing.

They tried to kill you.

They will try again.

Going into wars, fighting soldiers, you’re terrible at this.

Let’s take a boat to Pentos and never come back.

You don’t belong here.

What would we do in Pentos?

Eat, drink, fuck, live.

I want to go with you.

So do it.

Your father, your sister, all these bad people, they can’t stop you.

Forget about them.

Come with me.

I can’t.

I do belong here.

These bad people are what I’m good at.

Outtalking them, outthinking them.

It’s what I am.

And I like it.

I like it more than anything I’ve ever done.

Are you going to leave?

You have a shit memory.

I am yours and you are mine.

In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity.

Look upon one another and say the words.

Father, smith…

Father, smith…

warrior, mother…

warrior, mother…

maiden, crone, stranger.

maiden, crone, stranger.

I am hers and she is mine…

I am his and he is mine…

from this day until the end of my days.

from this day until the end of my days.

A house of ghosts, Khaleesi.

It is known.

Where are the guards?

No guards.

The warlocks kill with sorcery, not steel.

Let them try.

Is this a riddle?

Khaleesi!

Khaleesi!

Khaleesi!

Are you trying to frighten me with magic tricks?

You want me?

Here I am.

Are you afraid of a little girl?

How did he find us?

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

How did you know we’d come this way?

After all the things you have seen, this is your question?

How did you kill those guards?

Was it hard?

No harder than taking a new name, if you know the way.

Show me how.

I want to be able to do it, too.

If you would learn, you must come with me.

Where?

Far and away across the Narrow Sea to Braavos.

My dancing master was from Braavos.

To be a dancing master is a special thing, but to be a faceless man, that is something else entirely.

The girl has many names on her lips.

Joffrey, Cersei, Tywin Lannister, Ilyn Payne, the Hound.

Names to offer up to the Red God.

She could offer them all one by one.

I want to.

But I can’t.

I need to find my brother and mother.

And my sister.

I need to find her, too.

Then we must part.

A man has duties as well.

Here.

What is it?

A coin of great value.

Could it buy a horse?

It is not meant for the buying of horses.

Then what good is it?

If the day comes when you must find me again, just give that coin to any man from Braavos and say these words to him, “Valar Morghulis.

” Valar Morghulis.

Please don’t go, Jaqen.

Jaqen is dead.

Say it again.

Valar Morghulis.

Valar Morghulis.

Good.

Farewell, Arya Stark.

Osha, what are you doing?

Tell us what medicine to get from your chambers.

We’ll make you better.

I feel just fine.

They burned it down.

They burned everything.

Not everything.

Not you.

But they may come back.

You have to go.

Put on your warmest clothes.

Pack as much food as you can carry and go north.

North’s the wrong way.

And Mother and brother are south.

We don’t know where.

There are too many enemies in the south.

Go to the Wall, to Jon.

He’ll look after you and let your mother know you’re safe.

I don’t want to leave you.

No more than I want to leave you.

I pulled you into the world.

Both of you.

I’ve seen both your faces almost every day since.

And for that, I consider myself very, very lucky.

Go now with Hodor.

Go on.

I’ll be right here.

Osha.

You must protect them.

You’re the only one who can.

You may have to protect them against your own kind.

I’ve got no great love for my own kind.

I’ll get you milk of the poppy.

Tell me where to find it.

I don’t want milk of the poppy.

Do it quickly.

Moon of my life.

This is dark magic, like the magic that took you from me.

Took you from me before I could even…

Maybe I am dead and I just don’t know it yet.

Maybe I am with you in the Night Lands.

Or maybe I refused to enter the Night Lands without you.

Maybe I told the Great Stallion to go fuck himself and came back here to wait for you.

That sounds like something you would do.

Or maybe it is a dream.

Your dream, my dream…

…

I do not know.

These are questions for wise men with skinny arms.

You are the moon of my life.

That is all I know…

…

and all I need to know.

And if this is a dream…

…

I will kill the man who tries to wake me.

Until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, until the rivers run dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves.

They miss their mother.

They want to be with you.

Do you want to be with them?

You will be.

When your dragons were born, our magic was born again.

It is strongest in their presence.

And they are strongest in yours.

You will be with them, through winter, summer, winter again.

Across a thousand, thousand seasons you will be with them.

And we will be with you until time comes to an end.

Welcome home, Daenerys Stormborn.

This is not my home.

My home is across the sea, where my people are waiting for me.

They will be waiting a long time.

Dracarys.

We should be there by sundown.

Won’t be a fun night for you.

Mance knows how to make crows sing.

If you know what to say, you might just make it through the night.

Not talking’s not the way to go.

Careful with that.

You might cut yourself.

Never swung a sword before, have you?

You look like a baby with a rattle.

Enough of that!

Stop!

Why, traitor?

So you can give Mance Rayder an invitation to Castle Black?

Let ’em fight.

That’s it?

That’s what you can do?

You little shit.

Your traitor father teach you that?

Or was it your whore mother?

We are the watchers on the Wall.

You can tell Mance that’s the man who killed Qhorin Halfhand.

Burn the body.

Aye.

You don’t want this one coming back for you.

Come along, Jon Snow.

Time to meet the KingbeyondtheWall.

What the…

Khaleesi, please.

He said you’d never leave Qarth alive.

Come.

Nothing.

Thank you, Xaro Xhoan Daxos.

Thank you for teaching me this lesson.

I am king of Qarth.

I can help you now, truly help you.

We can take the Iron Throne.

I’ll bring you a thousand ships.

Please, Khaleesi, I beg you.

All that you have dreamed is within your reach!

I beg you, please!

Khaleesi.

Please!

Please!

Khaleesi!

It’s all a lie.

Looks real enough to me.

Real enough to buy a ship?

Aye, a small ship.

Take all the gold and jewels.

I thought we were coming north to fight wildlings.

Is this goat?

It’s moose.

People shouldn’t live anywhere you need to burn shit to keep warm.

Well, you see a tree, let me know.

If you step back and think about it, the thing about Gilly that’s so interesting is…

Just bloody kill me.

No, truly.

The thing about her that I find so interesting is that after all that Craster’s done to her, she’s still got hope that life might get better.

The thing about Gilly that you find so interesting is that she said six words to you.

And the thing about you that I find so interesting is absolutely nothing.

It’s Jon and the Halfhand.

They’re back.

Two blasts is wildlings.

You’re not fighting them alone.

Come on.

Three blasts?

Run!

Wait!

Wait for me!

Grenn!

Edd!

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That’s it.

The tide’s against us.

Aye, but we have the wind.

She’ll blow us straight to the gates.

You’re coming home.

King’s Landing hasn’t been home for years.

I spent most of my life dodging the royal fleet.

And now I’m sailing right at them.

This is the royal fleet.

And you’re not a smuggler any more, you’re the high captain.

Of course, there are…

several royal fleets at the moment.

Not after tonight.

When the sun rises, Stannis will sit on the Iron Throne and you will be his Hand.

Gods be good.

God.

Father, there is only one and he watches over us.

But not over them?

Over all of us.

The people of King’s Landing did not choose the false king, Joffrey Baratheon.

They will be glad to see his head on a spike.

Well, first, we have to put it there.

Our ships outnumber theirs to.

Our army outnumber theirs to.

Those walls have never been breached, and the men guarding the walls, when they see you, they don’t see a liberator, they see a stranger come to set their city on fire.

I have faith in the Lord of Light.

I have faith in our cause.

And I have faith in my captain.

Are you afraid, my lion?

If the city falls, Stannis will burn every Lannister he can find.

Of course I’m afraid.

I won’t let them hurt you.

I’m a Lannister.

I don’t have a choice in all this.

But it’s not your war.

It is now.

You can’t fuck your way out of everything.

I have so far.

Do you remember what you said when you met me in your tent?

That I should make love to you like it was your last day on this earth.

As you know, Your Grace, it is not only the sworn duty of a maester to carry out the wishes of the house he serves, but also to offer guidance and counsel in times of war.

Your words are always wise and measured.

If you could…

If anything, a maester’s duties become more urgent in times of war and turmoil.

I remember back in the days of King…

You brought me something?

Yes.

Essence of nightshade is as dangerous as it is efficacious.

A single drop in a cup of wine suffices to soothe ragged nerves.

Three drops will bring on a deep and dreamless sleep.

Ten drops, however…

I know what ten drops will bring.

Your Grace, if I may ask…

You may not.

You must have a lot of work to do.

I’m sure many brave men will need your wisdom soon.

Yes.

A siege is very…

Be careful on the stairs, Grand Maester.

There are so many.

Your Grace.

And so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o’er his halls With no one there to hear Yes, now the rains weep o’er his halls And not a soul to hear Good boys!

Lannisters!

Where’d you learn the Lannister song?

Drunk Lannisters.

You’ve got a pretty voice.

Thank you very much.

And I like your nose.

How many times you break it?

Well, now let’s see.

First time, I was five.

My mam smacked me with an iron poker.

Oh.

It wasn’t me she was aiming at.

She was trying for my little brother.

Now he was a real pest.

Second time, I was nine.

Got in a scrap with a few older boys.

They won.

Third time…

Eh, you don’t want to know about the third time.

Poor nose.

Don’t feel sorry for him.

He’ll be halfway up your arse before the night’s through.

Welcome, friends.

This round’s on me.

I don’t think he likes me.

You think you’re a hard man?

I know it.

It’s warm in here.

We’ve got beautiful women and good brown ale.

Plenty for everyone.

And all you want is to put one of us in the cold ground with no women to keep us company.

Oh, there’s women in the ground.

I put some there myself.

So have you.

You like fucking and drinking and singing.

But killing, killing’s the thing you love.

You’re just like me.

Only smaller.

And quicker.

Eh?

Your Lord Imp’s going to miss you.

Aye…

I expect he will someday.

Here we are.

One more drink before the war?

Shall we?

I’ve always hated the bells.

They ring for horror.

A dead king, a city under siege.

A wedding.

Exactly.

Podrick, is that it?

“Is that it?

” Nice touch.

As if you don’t know the name of every boy in town.

I’m not entirely sure what you’re suggesting.

I’m entirely sure you’re entirely sure what I’m suggesting.

Do you trust him?

Oddly enough, I do.

Good.

The map you asked for.

There must be miles of tunnels beneath the city.

Closer to .

The Targaryens built this city to withstand a siege and to provide escape if necessary.

I’m not escaping.

Strange as it sounds, I’m the captain of the ship, and if the ship goes down, I go with her.

That is good to hear.

Though I’m sure many captains say the same while their ship is afloat.

You look well suited for battle, my lord.

Well, I’m not.

For all our sakes, I hope you are wrong.

My little birds tell me that Stannis Baratheon has taken up with a red priestess from Asshai.

What of it?

You don’t believe in the old powers, my lord?

Blood spells, curses, shapeshifting.

What do you think?

I think you believe in what you see and in what those you trust have seen.

You probably don’t entirely trust me.

Mmm, don’t take it personally.

I don’t entirely trust myself.

And yet I have seen things and heard things, things you have not, things I wish I had not.

I don’t believe I’ve ever told you how I was cut.

No, I don’t believe you have.

One day, I will.

The dark arts have provided Lord Stannis with his armies and paved his path to our door.

For a man in service to such powers to sit on the Iron Throne, I can think of nothing worse.

And tonight, I believe you are the only man who can stop him.

They’re welcoming the new king.

I’ve never known bells to mean surrender.

They want to play music with us?

Let’s play.

Drums.

Drums!

Remember, wait till the ships…

The ships are in the bay.

They must be far enough in…

I know what “in” means.

Do you know how to use that?

I chopped wood once.

No, I watched my brother chopping wood.

I saw you kill a man with a shield.

You’ll be unstoppable with an axe.

Don’t get killed.

Nor you, my friend.

Oh, are we friends now?

Of course we are.

Just because I pay you for your services doesn’t diminish our friendship.

Enhances it, really.

Oh!

“Enhances.

” Fancy word for a sellsword.

Been spending time with fancy folks.

Lady Sansa and Sheila.

Shae.

Shae, yes.

Surely my sister has asked you to join the other highborn ladies in Maegor’s holdfast.

She has, my lord, but King Joffrey sent for me to see him off.

Sansa.

Always been a great romantic, my nephew.

Sansa, come here.

I will pray for your safe return, my lord.

Will you?

Just as I pray for the king’s.

Stay safe, my lady.

And you, my lion.

Your king rides forth to battle.

You should see him off with a kiss.

My new blade.

Hearteater, I’ve named it.

Kiss it.

You’ll kiss it again when I return and taste my uncle’s blood.

Will you slay him yourself?

If Stannis is fool enough to come near me.

So you’ll be outside the gates fighting in the vanguard?

A king doesn’t discuss battle plans with stupid girls.

I’m sorry, Your Grace.

You’re right, I’m stupid.

Of course you’ll be in the vanguard.

They say my brother Robb always goes where the fighting is thickest.

And he is only a pretender.

Your brother’s turn will come.

Then you can lick his blood off Hearteater, too.

Some of those boys will never come back.

Joffrey will.

The worst ones always live.

Shh.

Come, my lady.

Where’s our fleet?

On the way.

Why isn’t it here now?

They’re coming.

Hound, tell the Hand that his king has asked him a question.

The king has asked you a question.

Ser Lancel, tell the Hound to tell the king that the Hand is extremely busy.

The Hand of the King would like me to tell you to tell the king…

If I tell the Hound to cut you in half, he’ll do it without a second thought.

That would make me the quarterman.

It just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

Cut me in half and I won’t be able to give the signal.

No signal, no plan.

No plan and Stannis Baratheon sacks this city, takes the Iron Throne, puts your pinched little head atop a gate somewhere.

It might be quite amusing, except that my head would be up there, too.

I’ve never much liked my head, but I don’t want to see it removed just yet.

Where are their ships?

It was wise to attack at night.

We took them by surprise.

Lord Varys knows what you had for breakfast three days ago.

There are no surprises here.

If it’s true there is dissension in their ranks, maybe their sailors have mutinied.

Maybe.

I don’t know why she wants me here.

She’s always saying how stupid I am.

She hates me.

Maybe she hates you less than she hates everyone else.

I doubt it.

Maybe she’s jealous of you.

Why would she be jealous?

Sansa.

I was wondering where our little dove had flown.

You look pale, child.

Is your red flower still blooming?

Yes.

Fitting, isn’t it?

The men will bleed out there and you will bleed in here.

Pour Lady Sansa some wine.

I’m not thirsty, Your Grace.

So?

I didn’t offer you water.

What’s he doing here?

Ser Ilyn?

He’s here to defend us.

When the axes smash down those doors, you may be glad to have him.

But we have guards to defend us.

Guards we have paid.

Should the city fall, they’ll be the first ones out of the doors.

The lads caught a groom and two maids trying to sneak away with a stolen horse and some gold cups.

The battle’s first traitors.

Have Ser Ilyn see to them.

Put their heads on spikes outside the stables as a warning.

The only way to keep the small folk loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy.

Remember that if you ever hope to become a queen.

You said he was here to protect us.

He is.

Traitors are a danger to us all.

More wine.

There they are.

Archers to their marks.

Archers, to your marks!

Archers!

Nock your arrows!

Nock arrows!

Hold fast.

Hold fast!

What are you doing?

We need to attack them.

Hold fast.

Boulders ready!

Hold fast!

There’s only one ship.

Where are the rest of them?

Where are the rest of them?

There’s only one ship.

Archers, stand to!

Man the below!

Nock.

Nock and set!

Draw!

Hold.

Hold.

There’s no one on board.

More rocks coming up!

Hold.

Wildfire.

Steer clear!

Steer clear!

Matthos!

Get down!

Prepare to land.

Your Grace.

The dwarf has played his little trick.

The wildfire.

He can only play it once.

We’re too far from the gates.

The fire, their archers…

Hundreds will die.

Thousands.

Come with me and take this city!

Sansa, come here, little dove.

My queen.

What are you doing?

Praying.

You’re perfect, aren’t you?

Praying.

What are you praying for?

For the gods to have mercy on us all.

Oh.

On all of us?

Yes, Your Grace.

Even me?

Of course, Your Grace.

Even Joffrey?

Joffrey is my…

Oh, shut up, you little fool.

Praying to the gods to have mercy on us all.

The gods have no mercy.

That’s why they’re gods.

My father told me that when he caught me praying.

My mother had just died, you see.

I didn’t really understand the concept of death, the finality of it.

I thought that if I prayed very, very hard, the gods would return my mother to me.

I was four.

Your father doesn’t believe in the gods?

He believes in them, he just doesn’t like them very much.

One for her.

Here.

Sit.

Drink.

Not like that.

Drink, girl.

I should have been born a man.

I’d rather face a thousand swords than be shut up inside with this flock of frightened hens.

They are your guests under your protection.

You asked them here.

It was expected of me, as it will be of you if you ever become Joffrey’s queen.

If my wretched brother should somehow prevail, these hens will return to their cocks and crow of how my courage inspired them, lifted their spirits.

And if the city should fall?

You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

The Red Keep should hold for a time, long enough for me to go to the walls and yield to Lord Stannis in person.

If it were anyone else outside those gates, I might have hoped for a private audience, but this is Stannis Baratheon.

I’d have a better chance of seducing his horse.

Have I shocked you, little dove?

Tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon.

The best one’s between your legs.

Learn how to use it.

Drink.

Do you have any notion of what happens when a city is sacked?

No, you wouldn’t, would you?

If the city falls, these fine women should be in for a bit of a rape.

Half of them will have bastards in their bellies come the morning.

You’ll be glad of your red flower then.

When a man’s blood is up, anything with tits looks good.

A precious thing like you will look very, very good.

A slice of cake just waiting to be eaten.

More pressure!

Pull!

Pull!

That’s it, men!

Pull!

Pull!

He’s a serious man, Stannis Baratheon.

They’re coming.

They’re coming ashore.

Rain fire on them.

Archers!

There are too many.

Hound, form a welcome party for any Baratheon troop that manages to touch solid ground.

Pod, run to the King’s Gate.

Bring any men guarding it here, now.

Yes, my lord.

Let’s go.

Stannis is sending us fresh meat.

You, too.

Any of these flaming fucking arrows come near me, I’ll strangle you with your own guts.

Pull, pull!

Go!

Nock!

Draw!

Draw!

Draw!

Kill the Lannisters!

Loose!

Loose!

Draw!

Draw!

Loose!

Loose!

To the Mud Gate, go now!

First and second squads, to the gate!

To the Mud Gate!

Any man dies with a clean sword, I’ll rape his fucking corpse.

When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike even our father couldn’t tell us apart.

I could never understand why they treated us differently.

Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please.

He was heir to Casterly Rock, and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.

You were Robert’s queen.

And you will be Joffrey’s.

Enjoy.

I don’t think I know this one.

Pretty.

That’s the worst curtsy I’ve ever seen.

Here, it’s not difficult.

I mastered it when I was four.

Straighten your back and bend.

Better.

You learn fast.

How long have you been in Lady Sansa’s service?

A few weeks, Your Grace.

When did you leave Lorath?

I had a Lorathi handmaiden once.

But she was a nobleman’s daughter.

You’re not.

When did you come to Westeros?

Ten years ago, Your Grace.

From Lorathi commoner to the Red Keep in years, all without learning how to curtsy.

I imagine that’s a very interesting story.

What’s your name?

Shae, Your Grace.

Tell us a story, Shae.

When I was , I…

Your Grace!

What news?

The Imp has set the river afire.

Hundreds of ships are burning, maybe more.

Stannis’ fleet destroyed, but…

But…

But his troops have landed outside the city walls.

Where is Joffrey?

On the battlements with Lord Tyrion.

Bring him back inside at once.

Your Grace…

What?

The king’s presence is good for morale.

Bring him back to his chambers now.

Not here?

With the women and children?

Do you want him to be mocked as a coward for the rest of his life?

No, but I…

Now!

When I told you about Ser Ilyn earlier, I lied.

Do you want to hear the truth?

You want to know why he’s really here?

He’s here for us.

Stannis may take the city, he may take the throne, but he will not take us alive.

Help me!

Fall back!

Fall back!

Get the ladders up!

Faster, you bastards!

Faster!

Come on, kill the scum!

Someone bring me a drink.

Fuck the water.

Bring me wine.

Can I get you some iced milk and a nice bowl of raspberries, too?

Eat shit, dwarf.

You’re on the wrong side of the wall.

I lost half my men.

The Blackwater’s on fire.

Dog, I command you to go back out there and fight.

You’re Kingsguard, Clegane.

You must beat them back or they’re going to take this city.

Your king’s city.

Fuck the Kingsguard.

Fuck the city.

Fuck the king.

Loose!

Put your backs into it!

All right, get up!

Loose!

Clear!

Forward!

Loose!

Forward ladders!

Heave!

Heave!

Your Grace, the queen has sent me to bring you back to the Red Keep.

If you won’t defend your own city, why should they?

What would you have me do?

Lead.

Get down there and lead your people against the invaders who want to kill them.

What did my mother say exactly?

Did she have urgent business with me?

She did not say, Your Grace.

All men to the battlements!

Ser Boros, Ser Mandon, stay with my uncle and represent the king on the field of battle.

Archers, hold your line or I’ll kill you myself.

Stand fast!

No!

Get up, you fool.

We need more arrows!

Where is the king?

Why isn’t he with us?

Who are we fighting for?

Who leads us?

I’ll lead the attack.

I’ll lead the attack!

Yes.

What are you talking about?

Pod, my helmet.

Ser Mandon, you will bear the king’s banner.

Men, form up.

Men…

Men!

They say I’m half a man.

But what does that make the lot of you?

The only way out is through the gates.

And they’re at the gates.

There’s another way out.

I’m going to show you.

We’ll come out behind them and fuck them in their arses.

Heave!

Heave!

Don’t fight for your king and don’t fight for his kingdoms.

Don’t fight for honour.

Don’t fight for glory.

Don’t fight for riches, because you won’t get any.

This is your city Stannis means to sack.

That’s your gate he’s ramming.

If he gets in, it will be your houses he burns, your gold he steals, your women he will rape.

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Those are brave men knocking at our door.

Let’s go kill them.

The battle is lost, Your Grace.

Stannis’ troops are at the gates.

When the gold cloaks saw the king leaving, they lost all heart.

Where is my son?

I want to escort him back to the battle.

Why do I care what you want?

Bring me…

Now listen to me…

Don’t be afraid.

The queen has raised the drawbridge.

This is the safest place we can be.

Joffrey’s not hurt.

He’s fighting bravely.

His knights have rallied behind him.

They will save the city.

Shall we sing a hymn?

Gentle mother, font of mercy Save our sons from war, we pray You must go.

Run to your chamber and bar your door.

Stannis won’t hurt you.

This one will.

Come with me.

I need to say goodbye to someone.

The queen said they’d rape everyone.

No one is raping me.

Go.

Run.

The lady is starting to panic.

What are you doing here?

Not here for long.

I’m going.

Where?

Someplace that isn’t burning.

North, might be.

Could be.

What about the king?

He can die just fine on his own.

I can take you with me.

Take you to Winterfell.

I’ll keep you safe.

Do you want to go home?

I’ll be safe here.

Stannis won’t hurt me.

Look at me.

Stannis is a killer.

The Lannisters are killers.

Your father was a killer.

Your brother is a killer.

Your sons will be killers someday.

The world is built by killers.

So you’d better get used to looking at them.

You won’t hurt me.

No, little bird, I won’t hurt you.

Heave!

Come on, you bastards!

Get up those ladders!

Attack!

Roll it over!

Halfman!

Halfman!

Halfman!

Oh, fuck me.

Shh!

Be calm, my sweet.

They’re still fighting.

No one’s going to hurt you.

I’ll tell you a story.

You know the one about the mother lion and her little cub?

They lived in the woods.

The Kingswood?

Yes, my love.

In the Kingswood, there lived a mother and her cub.

She loved him very much.

But there were other things that lived in the woods.

Evil things.

Like what?

Like stags.

Stags aren’t evil.

They only eat grass.

And wolves.

My lord.

He could hear them howling in the night.

The little cub was frightened.

His mother said, “You are a lion, my son.

You mustn’t be afraid.

“For one day, all the beasts will bow to you.

“You will be king.

“All the stags will bow.

All the wolves will bow.

“The bears in the north and the foxes of the south, “all the birds in the sky and the beasts in the sea, “they will all come to you, little lion, “to rest a crown upon your head.

” And the cub said, “Will I be strong and fierce like my father?

” “Yes,” said his mother.

“You will be strong and fierce just like your father.

” I will keep you safe, my love.

I promise you.

Back to the boats!

Stand and fight!

Stand and fight, damn you!

No!

Father.

The battle is over.

We have won.

“And who are you,” the proud lord said “That I must bow so low?

” “Only a cat of a different coat “That’s all the truth I know “In a coat of gold or a coat of red “A lion still has claws “And mine are long and sharp, my lord “As long and sharp as yours” And so he spoke, and so he spoke That Lord of Castamere But now the rains weep o’er his hall With no one there to hear Yes, now the rains weep o’er his hall And not a soul to hear

«Un príncipe de Invernalia»

The Prince of Winterfell

Riders approaching!

Open the gate!

Why, it’s the Prince of Winterfell.

Envy isn’t attractive.

What envy?

You should be proud of your brother’s achievement.

I took the great castle of Winterfell with men.

You’re a great warrior.

I saw the bodies above your gates.

Which one gave you the tougher fight, the cripple or the sixyearold?

I treated the Stark boys with honour, and they repaid me with treachery.

You treated them with honour?

By butchering them?

Before I had to kill them, I treated them…

You seized their home, as is your right.

We’re ironborn, we take what we need.

Exactly.

Then you made them prisoners in their home and they ran away.

Is that treachery?

I’d call it bravery.

They made me a promise…

Your little boy prisoners made you a promise and you got mad when they broke it?

Are you the dumbest cunt alive?

Don’t call me…

A cunt.

A dumb cunt who killed the only two Starks in Winterfell.

You know how valuable those boys were?

If I hadn’t killed them, the Northerners would think me weak.

You are weak.

And you’re stupid.

I’m warning you.

Go on, then.

Warn me.

You haven’t brought enough men.

How am I supposed to defend Winterfell with just this lot?

You’re not.

I’ve come to bring you home.

Father wants a word.

Is this a joke?

Winterfell is the heart of the North.

Aye, it is, hundreds of miles from the sea.

We’re islanders, baby brother.

Had you forgotten that?

Our power comes from our ships.

And now that you’ve decorated your walls with the bodies of the Stark boys, every man in the North wants to see you hanged.

When Robb Stark finds out…

He won’t find out.

We’ve killed all the ravens.

We have all the horses.

I’ve taken Winterfell.

And I will keep Winterfell.

Leave us.

Theon, you’re my blood.

We both loved our mother.

We both endured our father.

Come home with me.

Don’t die here alone.

I don’t intend to die.

You were a terrible baby, do you know that?

Bawling all the time, never sleeping.

And one night, you just wouldn’t shut up, screaming like a dying pig.

I walked over to your crib, I looked down at you.

I wanted to strangle you.

And you looked up at me and you stopped screaming.

You smiled at me.

Don’t die so far from the sea.

I’ve brought you a present, Lord of Bones.

I already got one crow.

Don’t need two.

Mance will want to question this one.

Knows all about where the crows are and what they’re planning.

The Halfhand knows more.

This one is just a little boy.

Gut him.

He could have killed me half a dozen times.

And now he wishes he did.

Gut him.

He’s a bastard of Winterfell, Ned Stark’s son.

Mance will want him.

What does Mance want with a dead man’s bastard?

I don’t know.

I think he’ll want to decide for himself.

He runs, I’ll chop his balls off.

He runs, I’ll do it meself.

We’re even now, Jon Snow.

I couldn’t do it.

I had the sword on her neck, I just couldn’t…

I know.

The others?

When you didn’t come back, we went looking for you.

We found your tracks fast enough.

But they found us before we found you.

They died because of me.

See that it wasn’t for nothing.

All right, up, lad.

Come on, on your feet, now.

Move it.

Is she beautiful?

I’ve never met her.

What’s her name?

Frey, I suppose.

I don’t know her first name.

I’m sure you’ll be very happy.

And you’re marrying her for a bridge?

An important bridge.

Ah.

It was before they killed my father.

I still thought I could march south and rescue him in time, but only if I crossed that bridge.

When I speak to people from the North, they all loved your father.

He was the best man I ever met.

I know children always think that about their fathers, but…

Children do not always think that about their fathers, believe me.

He once told me that being a lord is like being a father, except you have thousands of children and you worry about all of them.

The farmers ploughing the fields are yours to protect.

The charwomen scrubbing the floors, yours to protect.

The soldiers you order into battle.

He told me he woke with fear in the morning and went to bed with fear in the night.

I didn’t believe him.

I asked him, “How can a man be brave if he’s afraid?

” “That is the only time a man can be brave,” he told me.

I wish I could have met him.

He would have liked you.

Most lords worry more about their gold and their glory than the charwomen scrubbing their floors.

He didn’t care much about gold or glory.

And you?

You think I’m fighting this war so they’ll sing songs about me?

I want to go home.

I want the men following me to go home.

Then why don’t you?

Because we’ll never be safe until the Lannisters are defeated.

And because I believe in justice.

Chopping off Joffrey’s head, you mean.

That would be a start.

Your Grace, milady.

The Kingslayer, he escaped in the night.

How?

How?

Tell me this isn’t true.

Why?

For the girls.

You betrayed me.

Robb…

No!

You knew I would not allow it and you did it anyway.

Bran and Rickon are captives in Winterfell.

Sansa and Arya are captives in King’s Landing.

I have five children, and only one of them is free.

I lost one son fighting by your son’s side.

I lost another to the Kingslayer, strangled with a chain.

You commit treason because your children are prisoners?

I would carve out my heart and offer it to the Father, if he would let my sons wake from their graves and step into a prison cell.

I grieve for your sons, my lord.

I don’t want your grief.

I want my vengeance.

And you stole it from me.

Killing Jaime Lannister would not buy life for your children, but returning him to King’s Landing may buy life for mine.

Jaime Lannister has played you for a fool.

You’ve weakened our position.

You’ve brought discord into our camp.

And you did it all behind my back.

Make sure she’s guarded day and night.

Robb.

How many men did we send in pursuit of the Kingslayer?

Forty, Your Grace.

Send another with our fastest horses.

Robb.

Damn.

You’re much uglier in daylight.

What’s your name?

I’m Jaime Lannister of Casterly Rock, son of Tywin.

A captive knight has a right to know his captor’s identity.

Brienne of Tarth.

Tarth, Tarth, Tarth.

Crescent moons and starbursts.

Lord…

Selwyn Tarth.

Your father.

Do you have any brothers and sisters, my lady?

It’s a long way to King’s Landing.

Might as well get to know one another.

Have you known many men?

I suppose not.

Women?

Horses?

Ah.

I didn’t mean to give offence, my lady.

Forgive me.

Your crimes are past forgiveness, Kingslayer.

Why do you hate me so much?

Have I ever harmed you?

You’ve harmed others, those you were sworn to protect, the weak, the innocent.

Has anyone ever told you you’re as boring as you are ugly?

You will not provoke me to anger.

I already have.

Look at you.

You’re ready to chop my head off.

Do you think you could?

Do you think you could beat me in a fair fight?

I’ve never seen you fight.

The answer is no.

There are three men in the kingdoms who might have a chance against me.

You’re not one of them.

All my life men like you have sneered at me.

And all my life I’ve been knocking men like you into the dust.

If you’re so confident, unlock my chains.

Let’s see what happens.

Do you take me for an idiot?

In!

I took you for a fighter, a man…

Pardon.

Woman of honour.

Was I wrong?

You’re afraid.

Maybe one day we’ll find out, Kingslayer.

King’s Landing will fall an hour after Stannis lands his force.

It’s not too late for King Joffrey and Cersei and the court to ride west to safety.

Surrender the Iron Throne?

Better than seeing their heads mounted on the city gates.

Stannis will execute them all.

No, a king who runs will not be king for long.

He’s a Lannister.

He’ll stand and fight.

Stannis, two days from the capital and the wolf at my doorstep.

The scouts assure us Robb Stark remains north of Ashemark.

Ha!

The last time the scouts assured us of Stark’s movement, he lured us into a trap.

Which is why my son is his prisoner.

Too close to Casterly Rock.

He sent a splinter force to recapture Winterfell.

The Greyjoys have done us a great favour.

Stark won’t risk marching on Casterly Rock until he’s at full force.

He’s a boy and he’s never lost a battle.

He’ll risk anything at any time because he doesn’t know enough to be afraid.

We’ll ride at nightfall.

I want a full night’s march before he knows we’re on the move.

Clegane, you’ll maintain a garrison here at Harrenhal.

Track down this brotherhood and destroy them.

The girl has proven herself a good servant.

She’ll stay on with you.

See that he doesn’t get drunk in the evenings.

He’s poor company when he’s sober, but he’s better at his work.

You’ve got some questions to answer.

Who killed Ser Amory?

I don’t know!

Please!

Give me the name.

Take this one out for the crows.

I told you, I don’t know.

Please.

Look, it’s Yoren’s little cunt.

Used to be a boy, now it’s a girl.

Where’s Jaqen?

Don’t care.

Where’s your stick now, bitch?

I promised to fuck you with it.

Come on, time to kill some wolves.

You need sour cherries to make it right.

And the secret is you dry the stones, and then you break them with a mallet.

That’s where the real flavour is.

You crush ’em up real fine.

And then when you’re finished, you sprinkle them over the piecrust.

Where’s Jaqen?

How would I know?

I need him now.

Lord Tywin’s marching tonight.

You need him?

He’s helping me.

I saw him.

Where?

Where?

Where?

Ow!

They went riding out the gates a few hours ago.

On patrol.

Let go of my ears.

What do you want with him anyway?

Mance is gonna march on the Wall.

When he does, one brother inside his army will be worth , fighting against it.

They’ll never trust me.

They might.

If you do what needs to be done.

What?

How does it feel knowing those men all died so you could skip through the snow with your little savage girl?

I didn’t.

I should have known better, trusting a traitor’s bastard.

He’s not yours to kill, crow.

Do you have to do that here?

I like to keep me hands clean.

Yes, but do you have to do it here?

You should start wearing the gold cloak.

I don’t want to wear a gold cloak.

You’re commander of the City Watch.

You shouldn’t be dressed like a common…

A cloak slows you down in a fight.

Makes it hard to move quietly.

And the gold catches the light, so you’re nice and easy to spot at night.

Well, you’re not sneaking through alleyways any longer.

You’re supposed to stand out.

We had a deal and wearing a gold cloak wasn’t part of it.

Fine, fine.

No gold cloak.

What?

What?

What?

What?

Why are you staring at me?

You don’t want me cleaning me nails.

You don’t want me looking your way.

Why am I here?

To help me plan the defence of King’s Landing.

Stannis will be here any day.

And one of these explains how to beat him?

“An History of the Great Sieges of Westeros.

” By Archmaester Shevelathin.

Shevelatesh.

Chevalteesh.

I’d swap all your books for a few good archers.

My Lord Hand.

Commander.

I must compliment you on the gold cloaks’ performance these last few weeks.

Did you know there has been a marked drop in thievery?

I did not know.

And how did you accomplish this marked drop in thievery?

Me and the lads rounded up all the known thieves.

For questioning?

No.

It’s just the unknown thieves we need to worry about now.

We talked about this.

Aye, we talked about it.

Have you ever been in a city under siege?

Maybe this part’s not in your books.

See, it’s not the fighting that kills most people.

It’s the starving.

Food’s worth more than gold.

Noble ladies sell their diamonds for a sack of potatoes.

Things get bad enough, the poor start eating each other.

The thieves, they love a siege.

Soon as the gates are sealed, they steal all the food.

By the time it’s all over, they’re the richest men in town.

Given the circumstances, my lord, I believe extreme measures are warranted.

Ah.

“The Great Sieges of Westeros.

” Thrilling subject.

Shame Archmaester Ch’Vyalthan wasn’t a better writer.

Stannis knows King’s Landing.

He knows where the walls are strongest, and he knows which gates are weakest.

The Mud Gate.

A good ram will batter it down in minutes, and it’s only yards from the water.

That’s where he’ll land.

And if Stannis does attack the Mud Gate, what is our plan?

We could throw books at his men.

We don’t have that many books.

We don’t have that many men, either.

What do we have?

Pig shit.

I’m not cut out for this sort of work.

I always imagined meself doing something much worse.

We’re digging latrine pits at the end of the world.

I can’t imagine anything much worse.

You lack imagination.

Where do you think Jon is right now?

He went off with the Halfhand.

He didn’t come back.

A betting man would go with dead.

He’s not dead.

No, Jon’s a great fighter.

Well, he’s better than me and a lot better than you.

He’s got a Valyrian steel sword.

So did his father.

And Qhorin Halfhand is the greatest ranger alive.

Great rangers never get old is the problem.

Shit ones neither.

It’s them in the middle that last a long time.

What in seven hells is that?

The First Men made these marks.

Help me with it.

Look.

If you find something you’re not supposed to, best thing to do is pretend you’ve never seen it.

That’s a Night’s Watch cloak.

It’s been here a long time.

Oh.

Must be dragonglass.

Dragonglass?

The maesters call it obsidian.

Why would a brother hide it here?

I expect it’s ’cause he wanted somebody to find it.

Mind where you’re going.

I’m sorry.

I’ll…

Where were you?

A man has patrol duty.

Tywin Lannister was right here, and now he’s gone.

A girl owes one more name.

The Red God demands it.

Give the man a name.

How long after I give you the name does it take you to kill someone?

A minute, an hour, a month.

Death is certain, the time is not.

He’s taking his army to attack my brother.

I need him dead right now.

This a man cannot do.

You promised you’d help me.

Help was not promised, lovely girl.

Only death.

There must be others.

Give a name, any name.

And you’ll kill them?

Anybody?

By the Seven New Gods and the Old Gods beyond counting, I swear it.

All right.

Jaqen H’ghar.

A girl gives a man his own name?

That’s right.

Gods are not mocked.

This is no joking thing.

I’m not joking.

A man can go kill himself.

Unname me.

No.

Please?

I’ll unname you.

Thank you.

If you help me and my friends escape.

This would require more than one life.

This is not part of our bargain.

Fine, Jaqen H’ghar.

A girl lacks honour.

If I do this thing, a girl must obey.

A girl will obey.

A girl and her friends will walk through the gate at midnight.

Thank you, Podrick.

Odd little boy.

I have a certain sympathy for odd little boys.

You and Varys both.

Excellent lamprey pie.

Were you slaving away in the kitchen all day?

I hear Joffrey plans on fighting.

An inspiration for the troops.

The young king in his shining armour fighting to defend the capital against the wicked old rebel.

He’s only a boy.

Younger boys are off fighting his war.

He’s not ready.

What is he, ?

Remember Jaime at ?

Better than you.

Some men have a gift for this sort of thing, some don’t.

His place is not on the battlefield.

It’s not on the throne, either, sadly for all of us.

Do you think I’m an idiot?

No, I’d say you possess aboveaverage intelligence.

You shipped off my only daughter.

And now you want to send my eldest son to the battlefield to die.

He’ll have his Kingsguard protecting him.

He has the finest armour gold can buy.

He needs to be out there.

The men will fight more fiercely seeing their king fighting beside them instead of hiding behind his mother’s skirts.

Any dessert?

Do you know why Varys is so dangerous?

Because he has thousands of spies in his employ.

Because he knows everything we do before we do it.

Because he doesn’t have a cock.

Neither do you.

Perhaps I’m dangerous, too.

You, on the other hand, are as big a fool as every other man.

That little worm between your legs does half your thinking.

It’s not that little.

Why are you smiling?

Because I’m happy.

And why are you happy?

Because I have your little whore.

I thought you preferred blondes.

Such a droll little fellow.

Tell me, have you married this one yet?

No?

Good.

Father will be so pleased.

Why do you care who I fuck?

Because a Lannister always pays her debts.

You stole my only daughter, you plot to have Joffrey killed.

This is madness.

Stannis will be here in days.

You need me.

For what?

Your skill in battle?

Pretty thing, your whore.

Lovely body.

The bruises will heal in time.

Where did you find her?

Varys isn’t the only one who hears whispers.

Really, a Lannister lion necklace?

You need to hide your secret whores more carefully.

You’ve forgotten the most important thing about whores.

Oh?

Well, you’re the expert.

Tell me.

You don’t buy them, you only rent them.

You’re usually a better liar, baby brother.

This one you like.

You like her very much.

Could it be love?

Don’t worry, she’ll be treated gently enough.

Unless Joffrey is hurt.

And then every wound he suffers, she’ll suffer, too.

And if he dies, there isn’t a man alive who could devise a more painful death for your little cunt.

And how do I know you haven’t killed her already?

Would you like to see her?

I thought you might.

Ser Mandon, bring in my brother’s whore.

I’m sorry they hurt you.

You must be brave.

I promise I will free you.

Don’t forget me.

Never.

I will hurt you for this.

A day will come when you think you’re safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth.

And you will know the debt is paid.

Get out.

Shae!

I’ve been waiting all night.

What is wrong?

You’re beautiful.

Then why do you look sad?

We have to be more careful.

Don’t be afraid.

I can take care of myself.

There are people who want to hurt me.

I know.

I won’t let them.

I’ll cut off their faces.

I will.

I would kill for you.

Do you know that?

I expect I’ll have to before this is over.

You’re mine.

I’m yours.

Promise me.

I’m yours, and you are mine.

Still no word?

We’ve sent a dozen ravens.

None have returned.

My bastard is only a few days from Winterfell.

Once he captures the castle…

Theon has my brothers.

If we storm the castle…

He wouldn’t dare hurt the boys.

They’re his only hope of escaping the North with his head.

Send word to your son.

Any ironborn who surrender will be allowed to return safely to their homes.

A touch of mercy is a virtue, Your Grace.

Too much…

Any ironborn with the exception of Theon Greyjoy.

He betrayed our cause.

He betrayed me.

And we will hunt him down no matter where he runs.

I expect his countrymen will turn on him the minute they hear the offer.

Your pardon, my lord.

Your Grace.

My lady.

How are you?

How am I?

I’ve had to arrest my mother.

The Lannisters have my sisters.

The man I considered my closest friend has seized my home and my brothers.

I’m fighting a war and I don’t know if I should march south or north.

I’m sorry.

It was a stupid question.

I’m sorry.

No.

Forgive me.

You’re being kind.

I have no right.

You have every right.

You’re a king.

That’s not the kind of king I want to be.

What kind do you want to be?

I don’t know.

The good kind.

Most kings grew up as princes.

They spend their whole lives preparing for the crown.

I was raised to be Lord of Winterfell.

I was raised to be a proper little lady, to play the harp and dance the latest steps and recite Valyrian poetry.

I’d like to hear you play the harp.

No.

No, you would not.

How did you go from reciting Valyrian poetry to sawing off men’s feet?

When I was , my mother and father went to a wedding.

Weddings in Volantis last for days, you know.

And they left me with my little brother.

The second afternoon they were gone was the hottest day in the threeyear summer.

We couldn’t bear to be inside, so we ran down to the Rhoyne.

Every child in Volantis was in the Rhoyne that day.

The rich, the poor, we were all there.

Naked, screaming, racing to the little islands.

Drummers were playing for coppers on the east bank.

I was treading water, talking to a friend, when I realised I hadn’t seen my brother.

I called his name.

Then I started screaming his name.

And then I saw him…

floating face down.

My heart just…

stopped.

I was…

I dragged him from the water.

My friend helped me, I think.

I don’t even remember.

He was so little.

Then we pulled him onto the riverbank.

And I screamed at him and I shook him.

And he was dead.

Just dead.

A man ran over.

He had a fish tattoo on his face.

In Volantis, the slaves have tattoos.

So you know what they are without having to talk to them.

And this man worked on a fishing boat.

And he pushed me out of the way.

You have to understand, for a slave to push a highborn girl, that’s death for the man, a terrible death.

But he pushed me out of the way, and he started pressing on my brother’s chest again and again and again, until my brother spat out half of the Rhoyne and cried out.

And the man cradled his head and told him to be calm.

I decided two things that day.

I would not waste my years planning dances and masquerades with the other noble ladies.

And when I came of age, I would never live in a slave city again.

I’m sorry, Your Grace.

You told me of your problems and I’ve blathered on.

I don’t want to marry the Frey girl.

I don’t want you to marry her.

But you needed that bridge.

I hope it’s a very beautiful bridge.

The sour cherries was all crushed up and ready.

Shut up.

Probably in the piecrust by now.

In the oven.

The nice, warm oven.

Shut up.

What did you bring?

The cheese could be better.

I did get some nice sausages.

What did he want us to do about those guards?

He didn’t say.

He just said, “Walk through the gates.

” What about the guards?

He didn’t say anything about the guards.

What, he left that bit out?

It’s a pretty important part, don’t you think?

We have to trust him.

Trust him?

You trusted him to fight with us when you set him free and he ran.

I want to go back to the kitchens.

Shut up.

Stay here if you’re afraid.

Arry, don’t.

Away!

Reset!

If the wind holds, we’ll reach King’s Landing in a day.

Will it hold?

Can’t make promises for the wind, Your Grace.

Again, pull!

I admire you, Ser Davos.

I thank you, Your Grace.

Pleased to hear it.

Some highborn fools call you Onion Knight and think they insult you.

So you take the onion for your sigil, sew it on your coat, fly the onion flag.

My son wishes me to change it.

Three mermen with tridents, something like that.

I understand why the older families look down at me.

Do you?

Why?

My father was a crabber.

And?

Well, sons of lords don’t like to break bread with sons of crabbers.

Our hands stink.

And where were those lords when Storm’s End starved?

Many fought bravely for your brother.

Many fought for the Mad King.

You defend these men who insult you behind your back.

Some are happy to do it to my face.

We were forgotten.

Robert and Ned Stark, they were the heroes.

The glorious rebels marching from battle to battle, liberating towns from the yoke of the Mad King, while I held Storm’s End with men.

No one has forgotten, Your Grace.

No?

Robert did.

He gave Storm’s End to Renly after the war.

Renly never fought a day in his life.

He was only a boy.

Then why’d he give him Storm’s End?

First, we ate the horses.

We weren’t riding anywhere, not with the castle surrounded.

We couldn’t feed them, so fine, the horses.

Then the cats.

Never liked cats.

So fine.

I do like dogs.

Good animals.

Loyal.

But we ate them.

Then the rats.

The night before you slipped through, I thought my wife was dying.

She couldn’t speak any more, she was so frail.

And then you made it through the lines.

Slipped right through in your little black sailboat with your onions.

And potatoes.

Some salted beef, I believe.

Every man in Storm’s End wanted to kiss you that night.

I was relieved they did not.

Robert told me to hold Storm’s End, so I held it.

Then he told me he was giving it to Renly, so I gave it up.

Insult or no, I gave it up.

Because Robert was my older brother, and he was the king and I’ve always done my duty.

But now, I’m the rightful king by every law of Westeros.

And when I sit the Iron Throne, you’ll be my Hand.

Your Grace, I pray I serve you well.

I expect you’ll be the first crabber’s son to wear the badge.

You’re the Master of Whisperers.

You’re supposed to know everything.

No man can be in all rooms at all times.

I have many little birds in the North, my lord, but I haven’t heard their songs since Theon Greyjoy captured Winterfell.

The Stark forces are distracted.

Now is the time to strike.

To strike?

My dear nephew, you do see these men preparing the walls for siege?

You do understand Stannis Baratheon sails this way?

If my Uncle Stannis lands on the shores of King’s Landing, I’ll ride out to greet him.

A brave choice, Your Grace.

I’m sure your men will line up behind you.

They say Stannis never smiles.

I’ll give him a red smile from ear to ear.

Imagine Stannis’ terror.

I am trying.

You’re an intelligent man.

I’d like to think I’m an intelligent man.

Oh, no one disputes that, my lord, not even the multitudes who despise you.

I wish we could converse as two honest, intelligent men.

I wish we could, too.

What do you want?

Tell me.

If we’re going to play, you’ll have to start.

My brother was the youngest Kingsguard in history.

My sister became queen at the age of .

When I reached manhood, my father put me in charge of all the drains and cisterns in Casterly Rock.

A most highborn plumber.

The water never flowed better.

And all the shit found its way to the sea.

I never expected to have any real power.

So when my father named me acting Hand…

You’re quite good at being Hand, you know?

Jon Arryn and Ned Stark were good men.

Honourable men.

But they disdained the game and those who played.

You enjoy the game.

I do.

Last thing I expected.

And you play it well.

I’d like to keep playing it.

If Stannis breaches the gates, the game is over.

They say he burns his enemies alive to honour the Lord of Light.

The Lord of Light wants his enemies burned, the Drowned God wants them drowned.

Why are all the gods such vicious cunts?

Where is the god of tits and wine?

In the Summer Isles, they worship a fertility goddess with teats.

We should sail there immediately.

This morning, I heard a song all the way from Qarth beyond the Red Waste.

Daenerys Targaryen lives.

A girl at the edge of the world is the least of our problems.

She has three dragons.

But even if what they say is true, it’ll be years before they are fully grown.

And then there will be nowhere to hide.

One game at a time, my friend.

Careful, Khaleesi.

Xaro owns this city and the warlocks have a thousand eyes watching for you.

I found one.

A ship with a good captain.

She leaves for Astapor tomorrow.

Astapor?

We cannot stay here.

They have my dragons.

A mother does not flee without her children.

They’re not your children.

I know they call you the Mother of Dragons and I know you love them, but you didn’t grow them in your womb.

They didn’t suckle at your breast.

They are dragons, Khaleesi.

And if we stay in Qarth, we’ll die.

You should sail to Astapor.

I’m sure you’ll be safe there.

You know I would die for you.

I will never abandon you.

I’m sworn to protect you, to serve.

Then serve me.

If my dragons are in the House of the Undying, then take me there.

That’s what the warlock wants.

He told you so himself.

If you enter that place, you will never leave again.

His magic is strong.

And what of my magic?

You saw me step into the fire.

You watched the witch burn.

What did the flames do to me?

Do you remember?

Until my last breath, I will remember.

After I have forgotten my mother’s face.

They are my children.

And they are the only children I will ever have.

Take me to them.

We should bury them.

I’d leave ’em up a few more days.

Sends a message.

If they haven’t got the damn message yet, a few more days won’t help.

As you say.

But it don’t hurt to let ’em rot a while longer.

What’s this?

Gold for the farmer.

For his trouble.

His troubles are done.

He’s feeding the crops now.

His wife, too.

You want to keep a man silent, you silence him.

Got as far as the farm and then doubled back.

Walked through the stream to throw off the hounds.

Hoped this would be the last place they’d think to look.

You’re right so far.

Who was that out there hung up at the gates?

Must have been the farmer’s boys.

He killed them and burned them and passed them off as the little lords?

They mustn’t know.

Bran would blame himself.

They’ll never hear it from me.

The little lads have suffered enough.