[美剧赏析] 权力的游戏<Game of Thrones>完全赏析 (13-14)

最近阿伟看多了五毛动画，突然想看看那些成熟的动画是怎样的，于是决定看几部美剧。
GoT是阿伟选择的第一站，由于这部作品的亮点非常的多，所以会进行全面的解析，这已

经不单纯是剧透的级别了。所以如果诸位朋友没有完整的看过这部片，先去看一看吧。

Out, all of you. Bastard's been meddling where he shouldn't! I want you and your men gone. And you will make this right. Wait outside. - Lord Commander. - Now! - Lord Commander. - Leave us. What did you do? I followed him. He took the baby into the woods, the newborn. What business is that of yours? No, you don't understand. He's killing them, all the boys. You know. The wildlings serve crueler Gods than you or I. Those boys are Craster's offerings. Offerings? He's murdering his own children. He's a monster. Aye, many a time that monster has been the difference between life and death for our Rangers. Your Uncle among them. We have other wars to fight out there. Like it or not, we need men like Craster. I... I saw it. I saw... Something take that child. Yeah. Whatever it was, I daresay you'll see it again. Now ready my horse. We leave at dawn. Don't lose it again. Gilly. You're leaving. I-- I wanted to give you something. It belonged to my mother. - I can't take it. - Please. I want you to. My mother used it for sewing. She'd let me sit with her in her chamber while she sewed and I'd read to her. My father put a stop to it when he found out. It's the only thing I have of hers. She gave it to me before I left for the Wall. You-- you shouldn't give it away. I'm not giving it away. I'm giving it to you. Keep it safe for me. Till I come back. Hodor. Hodor. Rouse Bran, will you? It's time for his lessons. Bran: Every night it's the same. I'm walking and running, but... I'm not-- I'm not me. I'm running through the Godswood, sniffing the dirt, tasting blood in my mouth when I've made a fresh kill, howling. Old Nan used to tell me stories about magical people who could live inside stags, birds, wolves. That's exactly what they are, Bran-- - stories. - So she was lying? - They don't exist? - Well, they may have done. But they're gone from the world along with much else. These are dreams, Bran, nothing more. No, my dreams are different. Mine are true. I dreamt of my father dying. And Rickon had the same dream. What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? Hmm? This link is made of Valyrian steel. Only one Maester in 100 wears it on his chain. It signifies that I have studied the higher mysteries. And all who study these mysteries try their hand at spells. I was no different. I was young. And what boy doesn't secretly wish for hidden powers to lift him out of his dull life into a special one? But in the end, for all my efforts, I got no more out of it than 1,000 boys before me. Come on. All right. Maybe magic once was a mighty force in the world. But not anymore. The Dragons are gone. The Giants are dead. And the Children of the Forest forgotten. Loras! Highgarden! Get him! Crowd: Oh! Yield! I yield. Well fought. Approach. Rise. Remove your helm. You are all your father promised and more, My Lady. I've seen Ser Loras bested once or twice, but never quite in that fashion. Now, now, my love. My brother fought valiantly for you. That he did, my Queen. But there can only be one champion. Brienne of Tarth, you may ask anything of me you desire. If it is within my power, it is yours. Your Grace, I ask the honor of a place in your Kingsguard. What? I will be one of your seven, pledge my life to yours, and keep you safe from all harm. Done. Rise, Brienne of the Kingsguard. Your Grace, I have the honor to bring you Lady Catelyn Stark, sent as an envoy by her son Robb, Lord of Winterfell. Lord of Winterfell and King in the North. Lady Catelyn. I'm pleased to see you. May I present my wife Margaery of House Tyrell? You are very welcome here, Lady Stark. I'm so sorry for your loss. You are most kind. My Lady, I swear to you I will see the Lannisters answer for your husband's murder. When I take King's Landing, I'll bring you Joffrey's head. It will be enough to know that justice was done, My Lord. Brienne: Your Grace. And you should kneel when you approach the King. There's no need for that. Lady Stark is an honored guest. Has your son marched against Tywin Lannister yet? I do not sit on my son's war councils. And if I did, I would not share his strategies with you. If Robb Stark wants a pact with us, he should come himself, not hide behind his mother's skirts. My son is fighting a war, not playing at one. Don't worry, My Lady. Our war is just beginning. - Your Grace. - Gerard. - How's your foot? - Better, Your Grace. They don't know their own size is all. Good man. I have 100,000 men at my command. All the might of the Stormlands and the Reach. And all of them young and bold like your Knight of Flowers? It's a game to you, isn't it? - I pity them. - Why? Because it won't last. Because they are the Knights of summer and winter is coming. Brienne, escort Lady Catelyn to her tent. - She's tired from her journey. - At once, Your Grace. - Shall I return after? - That won't be necessary. I would pray awhile. Alone. If you'll follow me, My Lady. You fought bravely today, Lady Brienne. I fought for my King. Soon I'll fight for him on the battlefield. Die for him if I must. And, if it please you, Brienne's enough. I'm no lady. What are you doing here? I live here. - Are you angry with me, brother? - You lying bitch. It's not my fault you didn't recognize me. Recognize you? How could I? The last time I saw you... You looked like a fat little boy. You were a fat little boy, too, but I recognized you. Why didn't you tell me? I wanted to see who you were first. ( Laughs ) And I did. The plans are made. It's time you heard them. - Father. - Father. The wolf pup has gone south with the entirety of the northern army at his back. While he's tangling with the lion in the Westerlands, the north is ripe for the taking. The Ironborn will reave and pillage as it was in the old days all along the northern coast. We'll spread our dominion across the green lands, securing the Neck and everything above. Every stronghold will yield to us one by one. Winterfell may defy us for a year, but what of it? The rest shall be ours-- forest, field and hall. Yara, my daughter, you'll take 30 longships to attack Deepwood Motte. I've always wanted a castle. And what's my role in all this? You'll take a ship to raid the fishing villages on the Stoney Shore. A ship? You give her 30 and I get one? The sea bitch. We thought she'd be perfect for you. I'm to fight fishermen? Be careful of their nets. Father, I fought with Robb Stark. I know his men. He won't give up the North so easily. They won't even know we're there until it's too late. What do you know of it, woman? I'm a proven warrior. Your brothers were warriors, both of them dead at the hands of those you seem so eager to protect. I'm not protecting anyone. I just wonder if it's not wiser to wait. Why risk going against the North if they would be our allies? Rise up against them and they could destroy us. But if we pledge fealty to them, they'll give us Casterly Rock. What are our words? Our words? - "We do not sow." - "We do not sow." We are Ironborn. We're not subjects. We're not slaves. We do not plow the fields or toil in the mine. We take what is ours. Your time with the wolves has made you weak. You act as if I volunteered to go. You gave me away, if you remember. The day you bent the knee to Robert Baratheon. After he crushed you. Did you take what was yours then? You gave me away! Your boy! Your last boy! You gave me away like I was some dog you didn't want anymore. And now you curse me because I've come home. You'd have our father bow down to your other family? I have no other family. Don't you? Make your choice, Theon, and do it quickly. Our ships sail with or without you. You won't let me leave this room. - You won't let me-- - Shh, shh, keep your voice down. Why? You think your father can hear me? He's 300 miles away! I don't intend for you to stay here. I might be able to bring you into the castle kitchens. Again, only temporary. Every man who has tasted my cooking has told me what a good whore I am. But you wouldn't be a cook. You'd pose as a scullion. Scullion? What is a scullion? Kitchen wench. - A kitchen wench? - Yes, but-- Cleaning pots? Is that how my lion wants to see me? Your lion wants to see you alive. We've come to a dangerous place. My sister wants to hurt me. She'll look for any weakness she can find. She can't know about you. I'm the weakness? It's a compliment, My Lady. How is being a weakness a compliment? Language can be a bit tricky here. Oh, I'm too stupid to understand. The stupid foreign girl. I am not a kitchen wench. When will Joffrey and Sansa be married? Soon, darling, when the war is over. Mother says I'll have a new gown for the ceremony and another for the feast. But yours will be ivory since you're the bride. The Princess just spoke to you. Pardon, Your Grace. I'm sure your dress will be beautiful, Myrcella. I'm counting the days until the fighting is done and I can pledge my love to the King in sight of the Gods. Is Joffrey going to kill Sansa's brother? He might. Would you like that? No. I don't think so. Even if he does, Sansa will do her duty. Won't you, little dove? Come in. Who are you? I'm Shae, My Lady. Your new handmaiden. I didn't know I needed a new handmaiden. - You're not from here. - No. What are you doing? Waiting for you to tell me what to do. I shouldn't have to tell you to do things. You should just do them. What things? Change my linens, wash my clothing, scrub the floor, empty my chamber pot, brush my hair. - No. - You said to brush-- Not now. Your chamber pot is empty. Clean the table. Have you ever been a handmaiden before? - Yes. - For whom? - Lady Zuriff. - Lady Zuriff? Lady Zuriff. There is no Lady Zuriff in this city. She wasn't in this city. Well, I don't know how they did things in that city, but in this city, handmaidens wait on ladies, not the other way around. And I don't have time to answer 1,000 questions and teach you how to do your job. Do you want me to leave? Just brush my hair. Oh, thank the Gods. I haven't had a proper shit in six days. I've encountered this problem before, My Lord. The stresses of power often have this insalubrious effect. Two drops with water daily. Right. I'm so grateful to have a man of your vast knowledge and wisdom on my side. - Please. - Thank you, My Lord. I can trust you, Pycelle, can I not? Why, yes, of course, My Lord. These are perilous times. And the crown must forge new alliances. And these alliances must often be sealed in matrimony. Matrimony, huh? Yes. I'm trusting the council with these plans, but the queen mustn't know. We can't have her meddling in affairs that could determine the future of the realm. There's too much at stake. Oh, yes, yes. Indeed, yes. I shall be silent as the grave. I'm brokering an alliance with House Martell of Dorne. Princess Myrcella will wed their youngest son when she comes of age, ensuring their loyalty and their army should we need it. Myrcella sent away to Dorne? But remember, the queen mustn't know. Ooh, "the queen mustn't know." I love conversations that begin this way. I plan to marry Princess Myrcella off to Theon Greyjoy. Theon Greyjoy? Forgive me, My Lord,? He grew up a ward of Winterfell. He fights for Robb Stark. Precisely. Theon's father loathes the Starks and will convince the boy to come to our side. Greyjoy can destroy the northern army from within and we can have his father's ships. But remember, you must tell no one. Tell no one what? I plan to wed Princess Myrcella to Robin Arryn of the Vale. Lysa is not fond of me. But perhaps the promise of a royal match will convince her to let bygones be bygones. She imprisoned you. She tried to execute you. And you offer her son a princess? For men in our position, holding grudges can be an encumbrance, don't you think? And I suppose you want me to broker this agreement? Who better? Yes, I could sing this song to Lysa, if I cared to. What's in it for me? The gratitude of the people of Westeros for helping to end this war, the adoration of the King for bringing the Vale back into the fold... and Harrenhal. Harrenhal is cursed. Never took you for a superstitious man. By all means, tear it down and rebuild. You'll be able to afford it. I plan to make you Lord of the Riverlands. With a single stroke, you'd make me one of the greatest lords in the realm. You served my family well in the matter of the succession. So did Janos Slynt, and he was given Harrenhal, too. Until you snatched it away. I need you to deliver Lysa Arryn. I didn't need Janos Slynt. It's settled, then? Good. Oh, and remember-- the queen mustn't know. That must hurt. What? What is it? A member of the Kingsguard? As if I wasn't humiliated enough already. Brienne is a very capable warrior. And she's devoted to me. You're jealous. Jealous? Of Brienne the beauty? Don't make me laugh. - I'll make it up to you. - No, Your Grace. Not tonight. There's another Tyrell who requires your attention. You didn't win my father's support or his army on charm alone. Your vassals are starting to snigger behind your back. Brides aren't usually virgins two weeks after their wedding night. And Margaery's a virgin? Officially. Shall I bring her to you? I should warn you, I've had quite a bit of wine. As is your right. You are a King. You look very beautiful. Thank you, Your Grace. - It's a lovely gown. - You think so? I can't decide how I like it better. This way... or this way. You certainly don't need it. Although... some say that beauty most desired is the beauty concealed. Must be the wine. Here, let me. I'm sorry. Do you want my brother to come in and help? - What? - He could get you started. I know he wouldn't mind. Or I can turn over and you can pretend I'm him. I don't know what you're talking about. There's no need for us to play games. Save your lies for court. You're going to need a lot of them. Your enemies aren't happy about us. They want to tear us apart. And the best way to stop them is to put your baby in my belly. We can try again later. You decide how you want to do it-- with me, with me and Loras. However else you like. Whatever you need to do. You are a King. Cersei: You monster. Myrcella is my only daughter. Do you really think I'll let you sell her like a common whore? Myrcella's a Princess. Some would say she was born for this. I will not let you ship her off to Dorne as I was shipped off to Robert Baratheon. Dorne is the safest place or her. Are you mad? The Martells loathe us. That's why we need to seduce them. We're going to need their support in the war your son started. - She'll be a hostage. - A guest. You won't get away with this. You think the piece of paper father gave you keeps you safe. Ned Stark had a piece of paper, too. - It's done, Cersei. - No. - You cannot stop it. - No! Just how safe do you think Myrcella is if this city falls? Do you want to see her raped, butchered like the Targaryen children? Make no mistake. They'll mount her pretty little head on a spike right beside yours. Get out! Get out! Theon of the House Greyjoy, you would this day consecrate your faith to the drowned God? - I would. - Kneel. Let Theon, your servant, be born again from the sea as you were. Bless him with salt. Bless him with stone. Bless him with steel. What is dead may never die. What is dead may never die... But rises again harder and stronger. Stand. I don't appreciate being made a fool of, dwarf. If Myrcella marries the Martell boy, she can't very well marry Robin Arryn, can she? No, afraid not. Sorry about that. And Harrenhal-- I suppose that's off the table as well. Yes, I fear so. Sorry about that, too. Leave me out of your next deception. Oh, that's a shame. You were to be the centerpiece of my next deception. My brother Jaime rots in a Northern stockade. I would see him released. That's where you come in. Robb Stark will never release the Kingslayer. No, he won't. But his mother might. How would you like to see your beloved Cat again? - Find him? - Oh, aye. And he has company. Filthy old stoat. Almost hate to interrupt. - No, you don't. - No, I don't. What is the meaning of this? No, please, please. You disappoint me, Grand Maester. I am your loyal servant. So loyal that you told the Queen about my plans to send Myrcella to Dorne. No! Never! It's a falsehood. I swear it. It wasn't me. Ah, Varys. It was Varys the spider. See, I told Varys that I was giving the Princess to the Greyjoys. I told Littlefinger that I planned to wed her to Robin Arryn. I told no one that I was offering her to the Dornish. No one but you. The eunuch has spies everywhere. Cut off his manhood and feed it to the goats. - No, no, no. - There are no goats, halfman. Well, make do. How long have you been spying for my sister? All I did, I did for House Lannister. Always. Your lord father, ask him. I've always been his servant since the days of the Mad King. - I don't like his beard. - What? What? Oh, no. No. How many hands have you betrayed, Pycelle? Eddard Stark? Jon Arryn? Lord Arryn, he knew. He knew the truth about the queen. And, well, he planned to act, to tell King Robert. So you poisoned him? No. Never. But you let him die, made sure he succumbed. Lannister-- I always served Lannister. Get him out of my sight. Throw him in one of the black cells. Oh, no. No, no, no. No, please. Don't! You can't do this to me! For your trouble. You'll be pleased to know our mutual friend is doing quite well in Lady Sansa's service. Good. One of my better ideas. And it seems the Grand Maester has found his way into a black cell. Well played, My Lord Hand. But should I be worried? Janos Slynt, Pycelle-- the small council grows smaller every day. The council has a reputation for serving past Hands poorly. I don't mean to follow Ned Stark to the grave. Power is a curious thing, My Lord. Are you fond of riddles? Why, am I about to hear one? Three great men sit in a room. A king, a priest and a rich man. Between them stands a common Sellsword. Each great man bids the Sellsword kill the other two. Who lives, who dies? Depends on the Sellsword. Does it? He has neither crown nor gold nor favor with the Gods. He has a sword, the power of life and death. But if it's swordsmen who rule, why do we pretend Kings hold all the power? When Ned Stark lost his head, who was truly responsible? Joffrey? The executioner? Or something else? I've decided I don't like riddles. Power resides where men believe it resides. It's a trick, a shadow on the wall. And a very small man can cast a very large shadow. You should be sleeping. Tomorrow's a long march. 30 miles if it don't piss on us. I can't sleep. I don't like the taste. Well... You don't drink it for the flavor, to be honest. What? How do you sleep? Same as most men, I think. But you've seen things, horrible things. Aye. I've seen some pretty things, too, but not nearly so many. How do you sleep when you-- when you have those things in your head? You didn't see that. I made damn sure. I close my eyes and I see them up there. All of them standing there-- Joffrey, the Queen, and-- and my sister. You know, we've got something in common, me and you. You know that? I must have been a couple of years older than you. I saw my brother stabbed through the heart right on our doorstep. He weren't much of a villain what skewered him. Willem, the lad's name was. He ran off before anyone could spit. And I just stood there, watching my brother die. But here's the funny part. I can't picture my brother's face anymore. But Willem-- oh, he was a nice-looking boy. He had good white teeth, blue eyes, one of those dimpled chins all the girls like. I would think about him when I was working, when I was drinking, when I was having a shit. It got to the point where I would say his name every night before I went to bed. Willem. Willem. Willem. A prayer almost. Well, one day... Willem came riding back into town. I buried an ax so deep into Willem's skull, they had to bury him with it. Willem's horse got me to the Wall and I've been wearing black ever since. Well... that'll help you sleep, eh? Ho! Get up, you lazy sons of whores! Arm yourselves. - Gendry: Get up. - Arya: Get up. Keep out of sight, both of you. - No, I'm not afraid. - I can fight. Keep out of sight. If things go wrong, you run. Do you hear me? You run along North and don't look back. Hey, there's men out there who want to fuck your corpses. Outside, now! Come on, move, move! Gold Cloaks! Everyone out! Hey, you! Open the damn cage! Where's the bastard, Crow? Got more than a few bastards here. Who's asking? Ser Amory Lorch, sworn Bannerman to Lord Tywin Lannister. These men from the capital requested our assistance. Drop your weapons in the name of the King. Now, which King would that be? This is your last chance. In the name of King Joffrey, drop your weapons. I don't think I will. So be it. I always hated crossbows. Take too long to load. Jaqen: Boy, come here. Boy! - Sweet boy, help us. - Come back here! Help us, boy! A man can fight! Free us! Quick, give it to me. Give me the ax. Give me that. Put 'em on the wagon! There's more here. Come on. What do we have here? No! That's a fine little blade. Maybe I'll pick my teeth with it. I yield! I yield! Amory: Round up any survivors. We'll take them back to Harrenhal. You heard him. You're coming with us. I yield! Help! Help me! Something wrong with your leg, boy? Look at it. Can you walk? No. You got to carry me. All right. Carry him, he says. We're looking for a bastard named Gendry. Give him up or I'll start taking eyeballs. You want Gendry? You already got him. He loved that helmet. 

#第十三集

#本集共有单词数：203  总词数：5282

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It's got to be the Mountain. He's the biggest. - He's the strongest. - Bulls are bigger than lions. Doesn't mean I'd pick a bull in a fight. If the bull had fangs and claws, I would. Right, the Mountain or our man Jaime. - If he ever gets out. - ( Thunderclap ) Loras Tyrell? Loras Tyrell. He's prettier than the queen. I don't care about pretty. He's better with a sword than any of them. How good could he be? He's been stabbing Renly Baratheon for years, - and Renly ain't dead. - ( Laughs ) ( Horse whinnies ) The horses seem a little spooked to you? They're horses. They get spooked by their own shadows. - Shh. - ( Horse snorting ) Do you hear that? No. There's something out there. ( Neighing ) - ( Farts ) - ( Gasps ) - ( Laughing ) - Oh. Oh, you're a right little prick. You should see your face. I swear you pissed yourself. "Oh, who goes there? Ahh!" - ( Laughs ) - There is something out there. - Yeah, don't even try me. - ( Horse neighs ) - Rennick. - Do you think I'm an idiot? - Rennick! - ( Screams ) - ( Rennick screaming ) - ( Horses neighing ) - Man: King in the North! - Men: The King in the North! - ( Water running ) - ( Man groans ) ( Flies buzzing ) ( Man #2 screaming ) ( Horse neighing ) ( Man #3 shouting ) Bolton: Five Lannisters dead for every one of ours. They're dead. Take everything they've got. Bolton: We've nowhere to keep all these prisoners. Barely enough food to feed our own. We're not executing prisoners, Lord Bolton. Of course, Your Grace. The officers will be useful. Some of them may be privy to Tywin Lannister's plans. I doubt it. Bolton: Well, we'll learn soon enough. In my family we say, "A naked man has few secrets. A flayed man none." My father outlawed flaying in the North. - We're not in the North. - We're not torturing them. The high road's very pretty, but you'll have a hard time marching your army down it. The Lannisters hold prisoners of their own. I won't give them an excuse to abuse my sisters. Man: No, no, don't! Don't! - Woman: Shh, shh. - Please! - Shh. - ( Flies buzzing ) The rot's set in. No, don't! No, don't! - Shh. - Please, don't! It'll get better. It doesn't even hurt. The rot will spread. If we don't take the foot now-- No, you can't! Ser! Please, Ser. - I can't lose-- - You'll die if she does it. I don't want to be a cripple, please. Surely one of our men needs your attention more than this cub. Your men are not my men, My Lord. Put this in your mouth and lie down. You don't want to watch. - No! You can't! - Bite on it. It's better than biting your own tongue, believe me. ( Muffled screaming ) ( Sawing ) - What's your name? - Talisa. Your last name? You want to know what side my family fights on? You know my family name. You have me at a disadvantage. That boy lost his foot on your orders. They killed my father. - That boy did? - The family he fights for. Do you think he's friends with King Joffrey? He's a fisherman's son that grew up near Lannisport. He probably never held a spear before they shoved one in his hands a few months ago. I have no hatred for the lad. ( Sighs ) That should help his foot grow back. You'd have us surrender, end all this bloodshed. I understand. The country would be at peace and life would be just under the righteous hand of good King Joffrey. - You're going to kill Joffrey? - If the Gods give me strength. - And then what? - I don't know. We'll go back to Winterfell. I have no desire to sit on the Iron Throne. So who will? I don't know. You're fighting to overthrow a king, and yet you have no plan for what comes after? First we have to win the war. You never told me where you're from. - Volantis. - Volantis? You're far from home. The boy was lucky you were here. He was unlucky that you were. You're here to answer for your brother's latest treasons. Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part. You know that. I beg you-- Ser Lancel, tell her of this outrage. Lancel: Using some vile sorcery, your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves. ( Crowd murmuring ) Thousands of good men were butchered. After the slaughter, the northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain. ( Crowd gasping, murmuring ) Killing you would send your brother a message. ( Crying ) But my mother insists on keeping you alive. Stand. So we'll have to send your brother a message some other way. Meryn. Leave her face. I like her pretty. - ( Blow lands ) - ( Sansa gasps ) ( Groans ) Meryn, My Lady is overdressed. Unburden her. If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder. ( Sobbing ) Tyrion: What is the meaning of this? What kind of knight beats a helpless girl? The kind who serves his king, Imp. Careful, now. We don't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak. Tyrion: Someone get the girl something to cover herself with. She is to be your queen. Have you no regard for her honor? - Joffrey: I'm punishing her. - Tyrion: For what crimes? She did not fight her brother's battle, you half-wit. You can't talk to me like that. The king can do as he likes! The Mad King did as he liked. Has your Uncle Jaime ever told you what happened to him? No one threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard. I'm not threatening the King, Ser. I am educating my nephew. Bronn, the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him. That was a threat. See the difference? ( Crowd whispering ) Tyrion: I apologize for my nephew's behavior. ( Crowd murmuring ) Tell me the truth. Do you want an end to this engagement? I am loyal to King Joffrey, my one true love. Lady Stark, you may survive us yet. The little king's backed up. Clogged from balls to brains. You think dipping his wick will cure what ails him? There's no cure for being a cunt. But the boy's at that age. And he's got nothing to do all day but pick wings off flies. Couldn't hurt to get some of the poison out. What are you doing here, dog? Your uncle left your nameday present and asked me to see that you got it. And? What is it? Look inside, Your Grace. Your Grace. - Happy nameday, Your Grace. - My nameday has passed. We won't tell if you won't. No. Her. Touch her. ( Women giggle ) ( Breathing heavily ) Could you hit her? ( Laughs ) My uncle sent you? Yes, Your Grace. He chose us himself. Hmm. - ( Slapping ) - ( Laughing ) Use this. Harder. ( Whimpers ) I said harder. He'd want me to get his money's worth. ( Crying ) ( Screaming ) ( Whimpering, crying ) Your Grace, too much pain will spoil the pleasure. ( Woman whimpering ) Please, please, please, Your Grace. Your Grace, if your uncle finds out-- Oh, I want him to find out. You will bring her to his chambers when you're finished and show him what you've done. Or the same thing will happen to you. Begin. - ( Thuds ) - ( Screams ) Harder! ( Horse whinnies ) Well, if it isn't my favorite whoremonger. Pray I haven't kept you waiting long. Your Grace. Now you do the Lannisters' bidding, is that it? Tell me, was my brother's body even cold before you secured your newest patron? I'm a practical man. Just not a loyal one. And who would you have me be loyal to? Your brother's corpse? ( Chuckles ) I don't like you, Lord Baelish. I don't like your face. I don't like the words that come oozing out of your mouth. I don't want you in my tent one minute more than necessary. So tell me, why are you here? Renly: You can trust Brienne. Her loyalty comes without charge. You still have many friends at court, Your Grace, many who believe Ned Stark erred by not supporting your claim. Now I understand. You know I have the numbers. You know I'm marching on King's Landing. When I take the throne, you hope to retain your position. And your head. I would give priority to my head. I understand that you don't like me, and while that saddens me greatly, I did not come here today seeking your affection. When you march on King's Landing, you may find yourself facing a protracted siege or... open gates. Your Grace. Lord Baelish. All of these tents look the same to me. - Would you be so kind-- - It would be my pleasure. It took me weeks to learn way around the camp. Twice I walked in on officers in stages of undress. And the moment I learn which tent is mine, we're on the move again. Your tent? Not our tent? The King snores, perhaps? Or simply prefers solitude? Pressures of command, no doubt. Four kings vying for the throne. I am not tutored in warfare, but basic arithmetic favors the side with the greater numbers. If war were arithmetic, the mathematicians would rule the world. But I did notice your brother entering His Grace's tent the just now. The place of a Kingsguard is by the King's side. And on the night of the your wedding, who was by the King's side then? You seem quite interested in our marriage. Your marriage is quite interesting... Not only to me, but to the realm. The marriage of a wealthy girl always breeds interest, if nothing else. You've never married, have you? I've been unlucky in my affections, sadly. That is sad. Though perhaps it's for the best. The whole notion of marriage seems to confuse you, so allow me to explain. My husband is my King, and my King is my husband. Here is your tent, Lord Baelish. Good night. ( Hoofbeats ) ( Horse whinnies ) ( Speaking Dothraki ) What do you know of this place? Only that the desert around their walls is called the Garden of Nes. Every time the Qartheen shut their gates on a traveler, the garden grows. - ( Man coughing ) - ( Man #2 groans ) - Man #3: Go on! - Man #4: You, keep moving! ( Woman crying ) - ( Screams ) - Man: Bring her about! What kind of fire melts stone? Dragon fire. There's dragons here? No, all the dragons are dead. What's that smell? Dead people. Move. Man: Please, please, no, no! ( Screaming ) ( Screaming ) ( Sobbing ) No. ( Screaming ) ( Screaming stops ) ( Chains rattle ) ( Heavy thud ) Woman: He's dead. He was my son. My sister was three days ago. My husband, the day before that. They take someone every day? Does anyone live? ( Thunder rumbling ) Arya: Joffrey. Cersei. Ilyn Payne. The Hound. Joffrey. Cersei. Ilyn Payne. The Hound. Joffrey. Cersei. Ilyn Payne. The Hound. How dare you? You may have heard false reports. - You betrayed Ned. - Betrayed? I wanted him to serve as Protector of the Realm. I begged him to seize the moment. I trusted you. My husband trusted you. And you repaid our faith with treachery. - No, My Lady. - Get out! Cat, I've-- I've loved you since I was a boy. It seems to me that fate has given us this chance-- Have you lost your mind? Get out! Do you want to see your girls again? Sansa, more beautiful than ever. And Arya, just as wild as ever. You have Arya, too? Both girls are healthy and safe... for now. But you know the Queen and you know Joffrey. I fear for their longevity if they remain in the capital. ( Knife clinks ) What do you want? The Lannisters will trade your daughters for the Kingslayer. Of course they will. Jaime Lannister for two girls? Robb will never agree to those terms. I'm not bringing these terms to him. I'm bringing them to you. You think I'd keep secrets from my son? Robb has surprised them all with his skills in battle, but he's not a mother. Consider it, Cat. You may not get another chance. - I've brought you a gift. - I don't want your gifts. A token of Tyrion Lannister's goodwill. He wants you to understand that this exchange of prisoners is offered in good faith. Good faith? What's this? Your husband was an honorable man. He should rest beside his family in the crypts beneath Winterfell. - You may not believe-- - Get out. ( Groans ) - ( Men shouting ) - Man: Get up, you dogs! ( Wood banging ) That's him, the one who picks. The Mountain. What are you doing? He told me he stares at him every day. That's why he doesn't get picked. You. Man: Move, boy! Move! ( Liquid trickling ) Tickler: Is there gold and silver in the village? - I don't know. - Gems? I didn't see any. - Where is the Brotherhood? - I don't know. ( Rats squeaking ) ( Squeaking ) - Tickler: Where is the Brotherhood? - I don't know. Please. - Where is the Brotherhood? - I don't know. - ( Rat squeaking ) - ( Whimpering ) Which of the villagers aided them? - I don't know. - Who? I-- - Who? - I never saw. - Who? - I never saw. Please. Please, stop. Please, it's starting to-- - Who? - I didn't see anyone help him. - ( Rat shrieking ) - Take it off! Take it off! - Who helped him? - Ganes the butcher - and his son. - That's better. - You've been very helpful. - No, stop, please! What are you doing? Please, stop! Please, stop! No! No! I told you everything! No! - No! ( Screaming ) - ( Rat clattering ) Joffrey. Cersei. Ilyn Payne. The Hound. Woman: Please, Polliver. Some food. Just a crust of bread. ( Woman crying ) Polliver. The Mountain. Lady Stark, I had not thought to find you in the Stormlands. I had not thought to be here, Lord Stannis. - Can that truly be you? - Who else might it be? When I saw your standard, I couldn't be sure. - Whose banner is that? - My own. I suppose if we used the same one, the battle would be terribly confusing. Why is your stag on fire? The King has taken for his sigil the fiery heart of the Lord of Light. Ah, you must be this fire priestess we hear so much about. Mm, brother, now I understand why you found religion in your old age. Watch yourself, Renly. Renly: No, no, I'm relieved. I never really believed you're a fanatic. Charmless, rigid, a bore, yes, but not a godly man. You should kneel before your borther, he's the Lord's chosen, born amidst salt and smoke. Born amidst salt and smoke? Is he a ham? Stannis: That's twice I've warned you. Listen to yourselves. If you were sons of mine, I would knock your heads together and lock you in a bedchamber until you remembered that you were brothers. It is strange to find you beside my brother, Lady Stark. Your husband was a supporter of my claim. Lord Eddard's integrity cost him his head. And you sit beside this pretender and chastise me. We share a common enemy. The Iron Throne is mine by right. All those that deny that are my foes. The whole realm denies it, from Dorne to the Wall. Old men deny it with their death rattle and unborn children deny it in their mother's wombs. No one wants you for their King. You never wanted any friends, brother. But a man without friends is a man without power. For the sake of the mother who bore us, I will give you this one night to reconsider. Strike your banners, come to me before dawn, and I will grant you your old seat in the council. I'll even name you my heir until a son is born to me. Otherwise I shall destroy you. Look across those fields, brother. Can you see all those banners? You think a few bolts of cloth will make you King? No. The men holding those bolts of cloth will make me King. We shall see, Renly. Come the dawn, we shall see. Look to your sins, Lord Renly. The night is dark and full of terrors. Would you believe I loved him once? I thought we were welcome. If you heard a Dothraki horde was approaching your city, you might do the same, Khaleesi. Horde? My name is Daenerys-- Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen. You know me, My Lord? Only by reputation, Khaleesi. And I'm no lord, merely a humble merchant. They call you the Mother of Dragons. And what should I call you? Oh, my name is quite long and quite impossible for foreigners to pronounce. I am simply a trader of spices. But we are the Thirteen, charged with the governance and protection of Qarth, the greatest city that ever was or will be. The beauty of Quarth is legendary-- Qarth. Qarth. Might we see the dragons? My friend, we have travelled very far. We have no food, no water. Once I see my people fed, I would be honored-- Forgive me, Mother of Dragons, but no man alive has seen a living dragon. Some of my more skeptical friends refuse to believe your children even exist. All we ask is the chance to see for ourselves. I am not a liar. Oh, I don't think you are. But as I've never met you before, my opinion on the matter is of limited value. Where I come from, guests are treated with respect, not insulted at the gates. Then perhaps you should return to where you come from. We wish you well. What are you doing? You promised to receive me. We have received you. Here we are, and here you are. If you do not let us in, all of us will die. Which we shall deeply regret. But Qarth did not become the greatest city that ever was or will be by letting Dothraki savages through its gates. Khaleesi, please be careful. Thirteen! When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who have wronged me. We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground. Turn us away and we will burn you first. Ah. You are a true Targaryen. Only, as you said a moment ago, if we don't let you into the city, you will all die. And so... Retreating in fear from a little girl is unbecoming of the greatest city that ever was or will be. The discussion is over, Xaro Xhoan Daxos. The Thirteen have spoken. I am one of the Thirteen and I am still speaking. The girl threatens to burn our city to the ground and you would invite her in for a cup of wine? She is the Mother of Dragons. Do you expect her to watch her people starve without breathing fire? I believe we can allow a few Dothraki through our gates without dooming our city. After all, here I am, a savage from the Summer Isles, and Qarth still stands. Our decision is final. Very well. I invoke Soumai. I will vouch for her, her people, and her dragons in accordance with the law. Be it on your head. Welcome to Qarth, My Lady. Mountain: You. Tickler: Is there gold or silver in the village? - I'm not from the village. - Where is the Brotherhood? I don't know what that is. ( Squeaking ) ( Horses neigh ) Man: You two, take Lord Lannister's things to his quarters. What's this? We weren't expecting you till tomorrow, Lord Tywin. ( Chuckles ) Evidently not. Why are these prisoners not in their cells? Mountain: Cells are overflowing, My Lord. Polliver: This lot won't be here long. Don't need no permanent place. After we interrogate 'em, we usually just... Are we so well-manned that we can afford to discard able young bodies and skilled laborers? You, do you have a trade? Gendry: Smith, My Lord. What are you looking at? Kneel! Kneel or I'll carve your lungs out, boy. He'll do no such thing. This one's a girl, you idiot, dressed as a boy. - Why? - Safer to travel, My Lord. Smart. More than I can say for this lot. Get these prisoners to work. Bring the girl. I need a new cupbearer. Mountain: My Lord. ( Knocking on door ) Your visits are too few, cousin. Her Grace, the Queen Regent, commands you to release Grand Maester Pycelle. - Here's your warrant. - So it is. Will you take a cup with me? I find that mulled wine helps me sleep. I am here at Her Grace's behest, not to drink with you, Imp. If my sister was so concerned for Pycelle, I would have thought she'd come herself. Instead she sends you. What am I to make of that? I don't care what you make of it, so long as you release your prisoner immediately. And you've received these instructions directly from Cersei? As I said several times. And you've waited this long to deliver the information? When the Queen Regent gives me a command, I carry it out without delay. Cersei must have great trust in you, allowing you into her chamber during the hour of the wolf. The Queen Regent has a great many responsibilities. She often works from dusk till dawn. She must be very glad to have you helping her from dusk till dawn. Ah, lavender oil. She always loved lavender oil, even as a girl. I am a knight! An anointed knight, yes. Tell me, did Cersei have you knighted before or after she took you into her bed? What? Nothing to say? No more warnings for me, Ser? You will withdraw these filthy accusations. Have you ever given any thought to what King Joffrey will have to say when he finds out you've been bedding his mother? It's not my fault! Did she take you against your will? Can you not defend yourself, knight? Your own father, Lord Tywin, when I was named the King's squire, he told me to obey her in everything. Did he tell you to fuck her, too? I only meant I did as I was bid. Hated every moment of it, is that what you'll have me believe? A high place in court, a knighthood, my sister's legs spreading open for you at night. Oh, yes, it must have been terrible. Wait here. His Grace will want to hear this. Mercy! Mercy, My Lord! I beg you. Save it for Joffrey. He loves a good grovel. My Lord, it was your sister's bidding-- the Queen. I'll leave the city at once, I swear. - No, I think not. - My Lord? You heard me. My father told you to obey my sister. Obey her. Stay close to her side. Keep her trust. Pleasure her whenever she requires. No one ever need know as long as you keep faith with me. I want to know what Cersei is doing, where she goes, who she sees, what they talk of-- everything. And you will tell me. Yes, My Lord, I will. I swear it, as you command. Oh, rise, rise. Let us drink to our understanding. Oh, you don't have a cup. Oh, well. Smile, cousin. My sister is a beautiful woman. And it's all for the good of the realm. Go back and tell her that I beg her forgiveness, that I want no more conflict between us and that henceforth I shall do nothing without her consent. But her demands. Oh, I'll give her Pycelle. - You will? - Yes, I'll release him in the morning. Cersei can keep him as a pet if she wants, but I will not have him on the council. I could swear that I had not harmed a single hair on his head, but that would not, strictly speaking, be true. ( Wood creaking ) ( Waves crashing ) Man: Stay within one table length. Your Grace. Do your knucklebones bring you luck? Well, life's been good since you hacked them off, Your Grace. And it's four less fingernails to clean. - Fewer. - Pardon? Four fewer fingernails to clean. Never understood why you had to wear them. It reminds me of where I come from and where I am now. It reminds me of your justice. It was an honest punishment and you were good with the cleaver. You were a hero and a smuggler. A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad the good. A lesson I've tried to teach my son. - Does he listen? - To me? Gods, no. But if your red woman told him to leap from the crow's nest-- She has a name. I trust you've not forgotten your smuggler's tricks. I've lived within the law for 17-- I want you to be a smuggler this time. Any shore, any night. What am I bringing ashore? The red woman. No one must know what you do and we'll not speak of this again. I am true to Your Grace and always will be, but surely there are other ways, cleaner ways. Cleaner ways don't win wars. Are you afraid, onion knight? Someone once told me the night is dark and full of terrors. You've carried more unpleasant cargo in your time. Are you a good man, Ser Davos Seaworth? I'd say my parts are mixed, My Lady-- good and bad. If half an onion is black with rot, it's a rotten onion. A man is good or he is evil. - And which are you? - Oh, good. I'm a knight myself of sorts, a champion of light and life. Well, that must be very nice for you. - Do you love your wife? - I do. Yet you have known other women. Don't talk about my wife. I'm not. I'm talking about other women. Like me, Ser Davos. You want me. You want to see what's beneath this robe. And you will. Strange that this Lord of Light asks you to work in the shadows. Shadows cannot live in the dark, Ser Davos. They are servants of light, the children of fire. And the brighter the flame, the darker they are. These weren't here before. They've barred the passage. ( Chuckles ) They can't bar our passage. Gods protect us. There's only one God, Ser Davos, and he only protects those who serve him. 

#第十四集

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