[美剧赏析] 权力的游戏<Game of Thrones>完全赏析 (21-22)

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。

Fall back! Brother? Did you send the ravens? Tarly, look at me. Did you send the ravens? That was your job. Your only job. We need to get back to the Wall. It's a long march. We know what's out there, but we have to make it, have to warn them or before winter's done, everyone you've ever known will be dead. First time you've seen a giant, Jon Snow? Well, don't stare too long. They're shy. When they stop being shy, they get angry. And when they're angry, I've seen them pound a man straight into the ground like a hammer on a nail. - Crow! - Crow! - Look over there! - Crow! Crow! Look over here! Look! Ah, look, crow coming! Crow! You're wearing the wrong color. Mance was a ranger. In your hearts, all you crows want to fly free. When I'm free, will I be free to go? - Crow! - Crow! Sure, you will. Oh! And I'll be free to kill you. Got no respect, this lot. Got no fathers to slap 'em when they're foul. What happened to their fathers? Some of them were killed by crows like you. Don't look so grim, Jon Snow. If Mance Rayder likes you, you'll live another day. And if he don't... I smell a crow. We killed his friends. Thought you'd want to question this one. What do we want with a baby crow? This baby killed Qhorin Halfhand. He wants to be one of us. That half-handed cunt killed friends of mine. Friends twice your size. My father told me big men fall just as quick as little ones if you put a sword through their hearts. Plenty of little men tried to put their swords through my heart. And there's plenty of little skeletons buried in the woods. - What's your name, boy? - Jon Snow. Your Grace. Your Grace? Did you hear that? From now on, you'd better kneel every time I fart. Stand, boy. We don't kneel for anyone beyond the Wall. So, you're Ned Stark's bastard. Thank you for the gift, Lord of Bones. You can leave us. The girl likes you. You like her back, Snow? That why you want to join us? Don't panic, boy. This isn't the damned Night's Watch where we make you swear off girls. This chicken eater you thought was king is Tormund Giantsbane. Can't believe this pup killed the Halfhand. He was our enemy and I'm glad he's dead. He was my brother once. Back when he had a whole hand. What were you doing with him? The Lord Commander sent me to the Halfhand for seasoning. Why? He wants me to lead one day. But here you are, a traitor kneeling before the King-beyond-the-Wall. If I'm a traitor, then you are, too. Why do you want to join us, Jon Snow? I want to be free. No, I don't think so. I think what you want most of all is to be a hero. I'll ask you one last time-- why do you want to join us? We stopped at Craster's Keep on the way north. I saw... You saw what? I saw Craster take his own baby boy and leave it in the woods. I saw what took it. You're telling me you saw one of them? And why would that make you desert your brothers? Because when I told the Lord Commander, he already knew. Thousands of years ago, the First Men battled the White Walkers and defeated them. I want to fight for the side that fights for the living. Did I come to the right place? We'll need to find you a new cloak. What if you took off that bit there? Don't you want to leave something to the imagination? Trouble is, I've never had much imagination. I want you to take it off. Mouth. Ser Bronn. Ser Bronn. I didn't hear that. - Apologies, ser. - Back away. Keep backing away till you're outside this establishment. - Then back away some more. - Lord Tyrion sent me. I will murder you, boy. He said it was a matter of life and death. - Pod? - It's your sister. The queen. What are they doing here? Protecting me, I assume. Will you let me in? No, I don't think so. If I wanted to kill you, do you think I'd let a wooden door stop me? They stay outside. I'm not afraid of you, little brother. - Why are you here? - I wanted to see your face. They said you'd lost your nose, but it's not as gruesome as all that. The man who cut me lost more than his nose. I should hope so. The rebels came for Joffrey's head, they lost their own. Thanks to Father. Thanks to Father. Of course, it wasn't a rebel who tried to kill me. No? Curious. Bit of a comedown from chamber of the Hand. But then I don't suppose you need much room. Grand Maester Pycelle made the same joke. You must be proud to be as funny as a man whose balls brush his knees. You're meeting Father today? How do you know that? Because I have hundreds of spies in my employ. The Master of Whisperers owes me a favor or two. Father told me. What do you want from him? What do I want from him? He's my father. Do I need to want something? I'm sure he loves me dearly, as any father loves his child, his baby boy. Yet he hasn't come to visit once since arriving in King's Landing. I lay here, my face split in half, but Father never came. You're going to make me cry. Why do you care what I want from him? Because you've slandered me to Father before. Slandered? When? You told him I had my guards beat that servant girl at Casterly Rock. You did have your guards beat her. A girl of nine, I believe. I was nine, too. She lost an eye, if I remember correctly. If I remember correctly, she never stole a necklace again. It's not slander if it's true. And what's this truth you plan on telling him today? Why are you so nervous about what I'm going to say to Father? Because you're a liar. I expect you'll tell lies about me, about Joffrey. Any lies in particular? You're a clever man, but you're not half as clever as you think you are. Still makes me more clever than you. Oh, look at these two shining warriors. Ser Taryn Mant and... Ser Whosit of Whocares. Ser Meryn Trant. Ser Bronn of the Blackwater. - You're no knight. - Pod. Ser Bronn of the Blackwater was anointed by the king himself. You're an up-jumped cutthroat, nothing more. That's exactly who I am. And you're a grub in fancy armor who's better at beating little girls than fighting men. Now, I have an appointment with Lord Tyrion. You put your hand on that door, you lose the hand. As much as I appreciate a walk in the sunshine, your lordship, I am wondering why you sent for me. A number of people in this city want to kill me. You're here to protect me. I've been doing that for a while now. Do you grow bored protecting me? I grow poor protecting you. Poor? Poor? Under my patronage you've become a knight, you've served as Commander of the City Watch. - Briefly. - I'm sure you filled your pockets. And now my pockets are empty. You've given me a taste for the finer things. And if you want me to carry on protecting you, you'll need to pay more. - I thought we were friends. - We are. But I'm a sellsword. I sell my sword. I don't loan it out to friends as a favor. - How much? - Double. - Double? - I'm a knight now. Knights are worth double. I don't even know how much I'm paying you now. Which means you can afford it. Here. Here! Help me! Who are you? I was in the battle at Blackwater. I was a captain and a knight. Aye, ser, and serving which king? The one true king of Westeros-- Stannis Baratheon. I thought you were dead. Everyone thought you were dead. And your son? He may have swam ashore as you did. No, the wildfire took him. I saw it. I'm so sorry, my friend. I, too, have lost a son. There is nothing worse in this world. But, Davos, you were a good father. If I was a good father, he'd still be here. Stannis lives? He licks his wounds at Dragonstone. Will you take me there? There is nothing for me at Dragonstone. This war is not over. Not for you, maybe. But for Salladhor Saan, the war is over. We're both sworn to King Stannis. I am sworn to no man. I promised you 30 ships and you promised me riches and glory. I delivered the ships. Stannis never gives up. Never. - Now he will regroup-- - He's a broken man. His fleet lies at the bottom of Blackwater Bay. They say he sees no one-- not his generals, not even his wife. Only the Red Woman whispering in his ear, telling him what she sees in the flames and burning men alive. What? They built a great fire when Stannis returned. All those who spoke against her she called servants of darkness. They say she sang to them as they burned. I'm a pirate. You're a smuggler. Servants of darkness. I'm thinking Dragonstone is a good place for us to avoid. Take me back there, please. You cannot turn Stannis against her. Maybe not, but I could carve her heart out. You could try. If you fail, they will burn you. If you succeed, they'll burn you. And you've only just come back to life. Stay alive a little longer, my friend. You call me friend. You drank with me on my wedding day. And you drank with me on four of my wedding days, but I don't ask you for favors. I have to stop her. Please, do this for me. When you are dead, I will gather your bones in a little sack and let your widow wear them around her neck. We should set the siege lines 1,000 yards from Harrenhal. There won't be a siege. The Mountain can't defend a ruin. I imagine the Mountain will defend whatever Tywin Lannister tells him to defend. The Lannisters have been running from us since Oxcross. I'd love a fight. The men would love a fight. I don't think we're going to get one. 200 Northmen slaughtered like sheep. The debt will be repaid, my friend. For them and for your sons. Will it? They rot in the ground while their killer runs free. The Kingslayer won't remain free for long. My best hunters are after him. - A Mallister? - Ser Jeremy. My father's bannerman. Find her a chamber that will serve as a cell. She's your mother. She freed Jaime Lannister. The Lannisters robbed them of their sons and she robbed them of their justice. Water. Water. This needs to be cleaned and closed. What's your name, friend? Qyburn. You're lucky to be alive. Lucky? The badge looks good on you. Almost as good as it looked on me. Are you enjoying your new position? Am I enjoying it? I was very happy as Hand of the King. Yes. I heard how happy you were. You brought a whore into my bed. It wasn't your bed at the time. I sent you here to advise the king. I gave you real power and authority. You chose to spend your days as you always have, bedding harlots and drinking with thieves. Occasionally I drank with the harlots. What do you want, Tyrion? Why does everyone assume I want something? Can't I simply visit with my beloved father? My beloved father who somehow forgot to visit his wounded son after he fell on the battlefield. Maester Pycelle assured me your wounds were not fatal. I organized the defense of this city while you held court in the ruins of Harrenhal. I led the foray when the enemies were at the gate while your grandson, the king, quivered in fear behind the walls. I bled in the mud for our family. And as my reward, I was trundled off to some dark little cell. But what do I want? A little bloody gratitude would be a start. Jugglers and singers require applause. You are a Lannister. Do you think I demanded a garland of roses every time I suffered a wound on a battlefield? Hmm? Now, I have seven kingdoms to look after and three of them are in open rebellion. So tell me what you want. I want what is mine by right. Jaime is your eldest son, heir to your lands and titles. But he is a Kingsguard, forbidden from marriage or inheritance. The day Jaime put on the white cloak, he gave up his claim to Casterly Rock. I am your son and lawful heir. You want Casterly Rock? It is mine by right. We'll find you accommodations more suited to your name and as a reward for your accomplishments during the battle of Blackwater Bay. And when the time is right, you will be given a position fit for your talents so that you can serve your family and protect our legacy. And if you serve faithfully, you will be rewarded with a suitable wife. And I would let myself be consumed by maggots before mocking the family name and making you heir to Casterly Rock. - Why? - Why? You ask that? You, who killed your mother to come into the world? You are an ill-made, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning. Men's laws give you the right to bear my name and display my colors since I cannot prove that you are not mine. And to teach me humility, the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father's sigil and his father's before him. But neither gods nor men will ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock into your whorehouse. Go, now. Speak no more of your rights to Casterly Rock. Go. Oh, one more thing. The next whore I catch in your bed I'll hang. Dorne. It's going to Dorne. - Why Dorne? - It's carrying silk and it's supposed to bring back wine in exchange. But it's not coming back. The captain's tired of risking his life so King's Landing lords and ladies can get drunk on better wine than they deserve. He's going to stay in Dorne. Wait out the winter where it's beautiful and warm. I met some people in Dorne who weren't so beautiful and warm. Don't ruin the game. I told you, I don't want to play. What about that one there? That one? It's going to Volantis. Why? Because when I got on a ship in Volantis, it looked like that one. That's not how the game works. You're not supposed to just blurt out the right answer. You've got to invent a story about where the ship is going and why. Why should I make up a story when I know the truth? Because the truth is always either terrible or boring. Lovely day for it. Watching the ships. Lord Baelish. Might I speak with Lady Sansa alone for a moment? I saw your mother not long ago. She's very eager to see you. And your sister. Arya's alive? You said you'd take me home. You said King's Landing was your home. You are the property of the crown. Stealing you would be treason. If you were to tell just one person-- - I won't tell anyone. - How do I know? Because I'm a terrible liar. You said so yourself. Please, Lord Baelish. Tell me what to do. Tell me when. I'm waiting for word on an assignment that will take me far away from the capital. When I set sail, I might be able to take you with me. But you'll need to be ready to leave on a moment's notice. You're her handmaiden? Yes. And you're his...? I help manage his affairs. - He's an important person. - So is she. I grew up in the shadow of her father's castle. The day she was born, they rang the bells from sunrise till sunset. We've both done rather well, you and I. Yes. Given where we started. And where is that? It's not easy for girls like us to dig our way out. Watch out for her. I always do. Watch out for her with him. They're growing fast. Not fast enough. I can't wait that long. I need an army. We'll be in Astapor by nightfall. Some say the Unsullied are the greatest soldiers in the world. The greatest slave-soldiers in the world. The distinction means a good deal to some people. Do those people have any better ideas about how to put you on the Iron Throne? It's too beautiful a day to argue. You're right. Another lovely day on the high seas. Don't mock them. They're the first Dothraki who have ever been on a ship. They followed me across the poison water. If they'll do it, others will. And with a true khalasar-- The Dothraki follow strength above all, khaleesi. You'll have a true khalasar when you prove yourself strong. And not before. Your Grace. I heard you were dead. Not yet. I had hoped to speak to you alone, Your Grace. We are alone. Your Grace, you are the rightful king. Not only by blood. You're an honorable man, a just man. And there is still a war to fight. I am fighting. By burning prisoners alive? How would you punish the infidels, Ser Davos? I do not judge people for the gods they worship. If I did, I'd have thrown you in the sea before you ever set foot on Dragonstone. - I'm not your enemy. - You are my enemy. Was it me you fought on Blackwater Bay? Did I set your ships ablaze? I wasn't there when the wildfire killed our men by the thousands. I could have saved those men. You would have taken the city, Stannis would now sit upon his rightful throne, and you would stand beside him. But I wasn't there because you convinced your king to leave me behind. Do you hear them screaming? All those burning men in the water crying for their mothers, for their gods for help? Until the moment the Blackwater swallowed them. Don't despair, Ser Davos. What I told your son is true. Death by fire is the purest death. This woman is evil! She's the mother of demons. Take him to the dungeon and lock him in a cell. - Your Grace! - Come on. You've chosen the darkness, Ser Davos. - She will destroy us all! - I will pray for you. Your Grace! Halt. Down. Halt. Down. Why have we stopped? It's Lady Margaery, Your Grace. What is she doing? Who gave her permission? My lady. We should have guards, my lady. Why? Pardon me. Stop, my lady. You'll ruin your dress. I have others. Would you like to speak with her, Your Grace? No. He was a soldier. He went to fight on the walls when the ships came into Blackwater Bay. He never came back. And your mother? She died when she had me. Bad men wanted to come into this city and do terrible things, but your father stopped them. Whenever you look at this knight, I want you to remember your father. He wasn't a knight. He was just a soldier. And what do knights swear to do? Protect the weak and uphold the good. Your father did that. Be proud of him. Was your father a soldier, too? You should be proud, too. Under King Joffrey's leadership, your fathers saved the city. They saved us all. From now on, we're going to take care of you. All of you. Come to me for whatever you need to feed them, clothe them, or house them. Directly to me. - Your Grace. - Your Grace. Please, sit. Sit. I do apologize, my lady. Small council meetings. At what point does it become treason to waste the king's time? That's a lovely gown, my lady. Yes, it suits you perfectly. I imagine you might be rather cold. The climate is a bit more forgiving back in Highgarden, Your Grace. Shall I have them bring you a shawl, my lady? I am touched by your concern, Your Grace. Luckily for us Tyrells, our blood runs quite warm. - Doesn't it, Loras? - Yes. Loras, isn't the queen's gown magnificent? The fabric, the embroidery, the metalwork. I've never seen anything like it. You might find a bit of armor quite useful once you become queen. Perhaps before. Joffrey tells me you stopped your carriage at Flea Bottom on your way back from the sept this morning. Yes. I paid a visit to an orphanage the High Septon told me about. Margaery does a great deal of work with the poor back in Highgarden. The lowest among us are no different from the highest if you give them a chance and approach them with an open heart. An open heart is what you'll get in Flea Bottom if you're not careful, my dear. Not long ago, we were attacked by a mob there. We had a full complement of guards that didn't stop them. The king barely escaped with his life. My mother's always had a penchant for drama. Facts become less and less important to her as she grows older. Our lives were never truly in danger. You're right, of course. But you are your father's son. We can't all have a king's bravery. Hunger turns men into beasts. I'm glad House Tyrell has been able to help in this regard. They tell me 100 wagons arrive daily now from the Reach. Wheat, barley, apples. We've had a blessed harvest. And, of course, it's our duty to assist the capital in time of need. Well, as Ser Loras said, Lady Margaery has done this sort of... charitable work before. I'm sure she knows what she's doing. I'm sure she does. The Unsullied have stood here for a day and a night with no food or water. They will stand until they drop. Such is their obedience. They may suit my needs. Tell me of their training. They begin their training at five. Every day they drill from dawn to dusk until they have mastered the shortsword, the shield, and the three spears. Only one boy in four survives this rigorous training. Their discipline and loyalty are absolute. They fear nothing. Even the bravest men fear death. My master says the Unsullied are not men. Death means nothing to them. He begs you attend to this carefully, Your Grace. Tell the good master there is no need. My master points out that men don't need nipples. To win his shield, an Unsullied must go to the slave marts with a silver mark, find a newborn and kill it before its mother's eyes. This way, my master says, we make certain there is no weakness left in them. You take a babe from its mother's arms, kill it as she watches, and pay for her pain with a silver coin? My master would like you to know that the silver is paid to the baby's owner, not the mother. How many do you have to sell? 8,000. Master Kraznys asks that you please hurry. Many other buyers are interested. 8,000 dead babies. The Unsullied are a means to an end. Once I own them, these men-- They're not men. Not anymore. Once I own an army of slaves, what will I be? Do you think these slaves will have better lives serving Kraznys and men like him or serving you? You'll be fair to them. You won't mutilate them to make a point. You won't order them to murder babies. You'll see they're properly fed and sheltered. A great injustice has been done to them. Closing your eyes will not undo it. The warlocks. I owe you my life, ser. The honor is mine, my queen. You know this man? I know him as one of the greatest fighters the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen and as the Lord Commander of Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard. King Robert is dead. I have been searching for you, Daenerys Stormborn, to ask your forgiveness. I was sworn to protect your family. I failed them. I am Barristan Selmy, Kingsguard to your father. Allow me to join your Queensguard and I will not fail you again. 

#第二十一集

#本集共有单词数：145  总词数：6804

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Don't think too much, Bran. Relax your bow arm. And which one of you was a marksman at 10? Father? You can't kill it, you know. Why not? Because the raven is you. Hodor. It's all right, Hodor. Hodor. Were you inside the wolf again, little lord? No, it was the three-eyed raven. He's back. I tried to kill it, but I couldn't. - There was a boy. - I don't want to hear about it. - But you asked. - We've got plenty of worries. We don't need to pour black magic on top of them. I didn't ask for black magic dreams. I know you didn't, little lord. We need to move. We don't know who might be after us. No one even knows we're alive. And who told you that? The three-eyed raven tell you? - No. - Some good he is, then. I don't know what other people know and what they don't. I only know the Wall is a long way off. My mother always told me you Westerosi were a grim lot. Grim, bearded, stinking barbarians that would row across the Narrow Sea and steal us from our beds. Did you ever think you'd marry one? I never thought I'd marry anyone at all. Never? Not until I met the king of the grim, bearded, stinking barbarians. Pardon me, Your Grace. - My queen. - Lord Bolton. Let me guess which one is the good news. Word from Riverrun and Winterfell. I hadn't seen him in years. I don't even know how many. We'll travel to the funeral together. Lord Bolton will garrison here until we return. Will I be wearing manacles when I lay my father to rest? Something else? By the time Bolton's bastard got to Winterfell, the ironborn were gone. They massacred everyone and put the castle to the torch. And Bran and Rickon have not been found. They may have escaped. Or Theon may have taken them back to the Iron Islands as hostages. Have you received any demands? Have you heard anything from Theon at all? Where am I? Who are you? What do you want? I want to do this. Do you know how long it's going to take us to get to King's Landing walking through fields and forests? Yes. So how shall we pass the time? By putting one foot in front of the other. It's going to be a very dull walk. I'm here to take you to King's Landing and bring back Lady Stark's daughters in exchange. Dull is fine. You know, it doesn't matter how loyal a servant you are, no one enjoys the company of a humorless mute. Trust me on this. People have been serving me since I was born. You think Lady Stark is going to want a giant towheaded plank following her around for the rest of her life? A week's journey with you and she'll order you to fall on your sword. If Lady Stark is unhappy with any aspect of my service, I'm sure she'll let me know. She's an honest woman. All the good it's done her. How did you come into Lady Stark's service? There's something we can talk about. Not your concern, Kingslayer. It had to be recently. You weren't with her at Winterfell. How would you know? Because I visited Winterfell. I would have noticed your dour head smacking into the archways. Move. - Were you pledged to Stannis? - Gods, no. Ah, Renly. Really? He wasn't fit to rule over anything more important than a 12-course meal. - Shut your mouth. - Why? I lived with him at court since he was a boy, don't forget. Could hardly escape the little tulip. Skipping down the corridors in his embroidered silks. I knew him far better than you. I knew him as well as anyone. As a member of his Kingsguard, he trusted me with everything. He would have been a wonderful king. Sounds like you quite fancied him. I did not fancy him. Oh, gods, you did. Did you ever tell him? No, of course not. You weren't Renly's type, I'm afraid. He preferred curly-haired little girls like Loras Tyrell. You're far too much man for him. I'm not interested in foul rumors. Unless they're about me. It's all true about Renly. His proclivities were the worst kept secret at court. It's a shame the throne isn't made out of cocks. - They'd have never got him off it. - Shut your mouth! I don't blame him. And I don't blame you, either. We don't get to choose who we love. - Where are you headed, then? - South. - You? - Riverrun. Staying off the kingsroad, are you? They get you no matter where you go. - You can't win. - No, you really can't. Looks like you're safe enough, though. Meaning no offense, my lady, but... I wouldn't tangle with you. - Seven blessings to you. - And you. He knows who I am. - He doesn't. - Maybe you're right. But what if you're not? What if he tells someone? We're not doing it. He's an innocent man. More innocent than Lady Stark's daughters? Make it tighter here. That's better. It makes you look very strong. No flowers. I said no flowers. All these are wrong. Bring others. Yes, Your Grace. Bloody flowers. On the king. Looks like a Tyrell rose. Give it to Margaery for her wedding gown. Should be more than enough fabric. Tell me what you think of her. Who? Margaery. She's an ideal match. With the Tyrells beside us, we'll crush the Northerners. Hang their lords, burn their strongholds, sow their fields with salt, and no one will think of rebelling for another century. It is a good match, but what do you think of her? She's beautiful and intelligent. Yes, she is. Her concern with the well-being of the common people is interesting. Not to me. I only meant that to go out of your way to endanger yourself-- This is becoming one of the most boring conversations I've ever had. Margaery Tyrell dotes on filthy urchins for a reason. She dresses like a harlot for a reason. She married a traitor and known degenerate like Renly Baratheon for a reason. She married Renly Baratheon because she was told to. That's what intelligent women do-- what they're told. - You need to ask yourself-- - I don't need to do anything. Better. Much better. I still don't believe it. He didn't. He didn't want anything. He just takes an interest because he loved my mother. Men only want one thing from a pretty girl. Littlefinger's not in love with me. Love is not the thing he wants. He's too old. They never see it that way. He didn't ask you to do something for him? Spy on someone or...? No. If he does ask you for anything or try anything or touch you, I want you to tell me. Why? What will you do? I will make him stop. Ser Loras Tyrell, my lady. Send him in. Lady Sansa. Ser Loras. My sister Margaery invites you to take the air with her and our grandmother the Lady Olenna in the gardens. May I escort you to them? I believe you grow more beautiful every day, Lady Sansa. You are too kind, Ser Loras. You probably don't remember the first time we met. At the Hand's tourney, you gave me your favor. A rose, a red rose. Of course I did. It's more your color. - You take it. - Thank you. You're such a dear. I'll take my leave. Lady Sansa. Thank you, Ser Loras. Come. Lady Sansa, it is my honor to present my grandmother... the Lady Olenna of House Tyrell. Kiss me, child. It's so good of you to visit me and my foolish flock of hens. We're very sorry for your losses. And I was sorry when I heard of Lord Renly's death, Lady Margaery. - He was very gallant. - Gallant, yes. And charming and very clean. He knew how to dress and smile and somehow this gave him the notion he was fit to be king. Renly was brave and gentle, Grandmother. Father liked him and so did Loras. Loras is young and very good at knocking men off horses with a stick. That does not make him wise. As to your fathead father-- Grandmother! What will Sansa think of us? She might think we have some wits about us. One of us, at any rate. It was treason. I warned them. Robert has two sons and Renly has an older brother. How could he possibly have any claim to that ugly iron chair? We should have stayed well out of all this if you ask me. But once the cow's been milked, there's no squirting the cream back up her udders. So here we are to see things through. What do you say to that, Sansa? Shall we have some lemon cakes? Lemon cake's my favorite. So we've been told. Are you going to bring the food or do you mean to starve us to death? Here, Sansa, come sit with me. I'm much less boring than these others. Do you know my son? The Lord of Highgarden? I haven't had the pleasure. No great pleasure, believe me. A ponderous oaf. His father was an oaf as well. My husband, the late Lord Luthor. He managed to ride off a cliff whilst hawking. They say he was looking up at the sky and paying no mind to where his horse was taking him. And now my son is doing the same, only this time he's riding a lion instead of a horse. Now... I want you to tell me the truth about this royal boy, this Joffrey. I... I... You, you. Who else would know better? We've heard some troubling tales. Is there any truth to them? Has this boy mistreated you? Has he ripped out your tongue? Joff-- King Joffrey, he-- His Grace is very fair and handsome and as brave as a lion. Yes, all Lannisters are lions. And when a Tyrell farts, it smells like a rose. But how kind is he? How clever? Has he a good heart, a gentle hand? I'm to be his wife. I only want to know what that means. Bring me some cheese. The cheese will be served after the cakes, my lady. The cheese will be served when I want it served. And I want it served now. Are you frightened, child? No need for that. We're only women here. Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. My father always told the truth. Yes, he had that reputation. And they named him traitor and took his head. Joffrey. Joffrey did that. He promised he would be merciful and he cut my father's head off. And he said that was mercy. Then he took me up on the walls and made me look at it. Go on. I-- I can't. I never meant-- my father was a traitor. My brother as well. I have traitor's blood. Please don't make me say anymore. She's terrified, Grandmother. - Just look at her. - Speak freely, child. We would never betray your confidence, I swear it. He's a monster. Ah. That's a pity. Please, don't stop the wedding. Have no fear. The Lord Oaf of Highgarden is determined that Margaery shall be queen. Even so, we thank you for the truth. Ah, here comes my cheese. We're at war. This march is a distraction. My grandfather's funeral is not a distraction. - Are we riding to battle at Riverrun? - No. Then it's a distraction. My Uncle Edmure has his forces garrisoned there. We need his men. Unless he's been breeding them, he don't have enough to make a difference. Have you lost faith in our cause? If it's revenge, I still got faith in it. If you no longer believe-- I can believe till it snows in Dorne. Don't change the fact that we've got half the men. You don't think we can win? May I speak my mind, Your Grace? Have you not been speaking your mind, Lord Karstark? I think you lost this war the day you married her. Whoa, whoa. Your Grace. You're afraid of her. - And she knows it. - I'm not afraid of her. May I help you, Lady Stark? No. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-- You can't help because a mother makes one for her children to protect them. Only a mother can make them. You've made them before? Twice. Did they work? After a fashion. I prayed for my son Bran to survive his fall. Many years before that, one of the boys came down with the pox. Maester Luwin said if he made it through the night, he'd live. But it would be a very long night. So I sat with him all through the darkness. Listened to his ragged little breaths, his coughing, his whimpering. Which boy? Jon Snow. When my husband brought that baby home from the war, I couldn't bear to look at him. I didn't want to see those brown stranger's eyes staring up at me. So I prayed to the gods, take him away. Make him die. He got the pox. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I'd condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death all because I was jealous of his mother. A woman he didn't even know. So I prayed to all seven gods, let the boy live. Let him live and I'll love him. I'll be a mother to him. I'll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it, to make him one of us. And he lived. And he lived. And I couldn't keep my promise. And everything that's happened since then... all this horror that's come to my family... it's all because I couldn't love a motherless child. Was it hard for you to kill the Halfhand? Yes. You liked him? I like you, but if you're playing us false, it won't be hard for me to kill you. I've got wildling blood in my veins. - These are my people. - I understand. Well, how could you understand? You want to protect your people. Do you know what it takes to unite 90 clans, half of whom want to massacre the other half for one insult or another? They speak seven different languages in my army. The Thenns hate the Hornfoots. The Hornfoots hate the ice-river clans. Everyone hates the cave people. So you know how I got moon worshippers and cannibals and giants to march together in the same army? No. I told them we were all going to die if we don't get south. Because that's the truth. Shouldn't be long now. What's wrong with him? He's a warg. He can enter the mind of animals, see through their eyes. He's scouting for us. What, you've never met a warg? Orell. Where were you this time? The Fist of the First Men. What did you see? Dead crows. What's the matter, Piggy? You crying 'cause you're cold? There's 200 brothers killed by dead men and you're still here whimpering. That seem fair to you? I seen 'em torn to pieces fighting while you was off somewhere hiding in a hole. Why don't you lie down and rest for a while, eh? You know you want to. Hey. Get up, Sam. - No. - Get up. I can't. If you stop, you'll die. 'Course if you don't stop, you'll probably die, too. - You don't care. - 'Course we care. You left me. When the white walkers came, you left me. Aye, we left you. You're fat and you're slow. We didn't want to die. Help me get him up. Looks like that piggy is done for. - Help us get him up. - He's slowing us down. Just get him up! Why? So the rest of us can die? We'll move faster without him. What is this? Get up, Tarly. - Is he all right? - Aye, I think so. If he can't, we may as well just go without him. That's enough. Tarly, I forbid you to die. Do you hear me? - Why should the rest of us-- - Rast... you're responsible for him. What am I supposed to do? Make sure he gets back alive. If he doesn't, you don't. Move on! I'm not dying for you, Piggy. You hear me? Where's Rickon and Hodor? Looking for food. What's out there? Not another step, boy. Unless you want to drown in your own blood. I'm unarmed. That was poor planning. My sister carries the weapons. I'm better with them. Drop the spear. Drop it. If you kill me, that wolf will tear you to bits. You must be Summer. I'm Jojen Reed. This is my sister Meera. We've come a long way to find you, Brandon. And we have much farther to go. I'm just trying to understand. Would you please shut up about it? Jaqen H'ghar offered you three kills. - I'm not listening. - But just explain it to me. He offered to kill any three people you wanted. Dead. All you had to do was give him the names. Anyone. You could have picked King Joffrey. - Shut up. - You could have picked Tywin Lannister. Jaqen got us out of Harrenhal, so why are you complaining? But you could have ended the war. - Where are we going? - North. If we were going north, we should have come to the Red Fork River by now. Maybe we already passed it. It's 100 feet wide. How could we have passed it? If we hit the Red Fork, we can follow it west to Riverrun. My mother grew up there. My grandfather's a lord. He'll protect us. Could be a minstrel. Shut up. ? A lion still has claws... ? A minstrel's got gold sometimes. We could jump him, tie him up, steal his gold, - and buy some food. - Shh. ? 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. ? What's lurking behind that wall? A lion? A wolf? Just a dirty little cub, I think. - Loose a few more shafts. - Don't. Put the sword down, girl. You go on down the road. Just keep on singing so we know where you are. Leave us be and I won't kill you. Generous. You're a dangerous person. I like dangerous people. Why are your friends so shy? What friends? The fat one to your left and the lad beside him. Three young ones on the run carrying castle-forged swords. You escape from Harrenhal? - Who are you? - Thoros of Myr. And the fellow here with the bow is Anguy. No, who do you fight for? The Brotherhood without Banners. Now come along. I want to hear how two boys and a very dangerous girl escaped Harrenhal. I'm not going with them. The Brotherhood? That's who the Mountain and them lot were looking for. They'll bring us back and put rats in us. You've got nothing to fear from us, son. The lords of Westeros want to burn the countryside. We're trying to save it. Now come on. We'll talk some more over brown bread and stew. And then you can go on your way. Here's the thing, fat boy. When I'm done talking, that arrow's falling down on your fat head. So I advise you move, because I'm done talking. Half the country's starving and look at this one. Maybe he's the reason half the country's starving. My lion. We've spoken of this. You cannot come here. But you said I should come to you with any problems. Did anyone see you? - No. - You sure? My father does not make idle threats. Having you killed would be the high point of his week. You have to be absolutely certain. All right. What is this problem? I'm worried about Sansa. When she spoke with Lord Baelish, his friend warned me about him. Baelish doesn't have friends. I don't know her name. - Oh, Ros? The redhead? - How do you know her? I try to know as many people as I can. You never know which one you'll need. She's a whore. Yes, well, we shouldn't be judgmental about these things. - You fucked her. - Oh, please. All right, yes, I fucked her once. Twice. But since I met you, my lady, I've been with no one else. And was she good? Did you like her? Not as much as I like you, obviously, or she'd be the one torturing me right now. What did she say about Littlefinger? That Sansa shouldn't trust him. Is there an idiot in any village who trusts Littlefinger? We have to protect her. We can't. Now that the Lannisters have discarded her, Sansa will have many suitors. A great beauty with a very old name. A great beauty? Oh, a great beauty? Yes, she is, objectively, very. Her face is quite pleasing-- to other men and to women, people in general. But not to me, of course. I only have eyes for you. You pervert. You want her? - This child? - I don't even want to talk about her. - But you are. - Only because you're making me. I didn't force you to open your mouth and make words come out. This is cruel and unfair. Cruelly unfair. "Oh, the cruelty. Shae is so cruel to me." Hmm, yes. Now do you think I'm cruel? Only if you stop. But you mustn't come here again. Do you hear me? You've come to a dangerous place full of dangerous people. Dangerous people. Lady Tyrell, my king. Send her in. You wanted to see me, Your Grace? I'm leaving on a hunting trip. I just wanted to make sure you had everything you need before I left. That's very thoughtful, Your Grace. I have everything I could want. Good. Good. How are you finding life in the capital? It must be quite a change after Renly's camp. A welcome one. A military encampment is no place for a lady. And the bedside of a traitor? Is that a place for a lady? Your Grace, I tried to do my duty as a wife, that is all. What was your duty to this traitor as you saw it? The duty of any wife to any husband-- to provide him with children. You failed to do this. - Why? - I-- I would not speak ill of the dead, Your Grace. You think one ought to speak kindly of a traitor merely because he's had a sword put through his heart? No. I do beg your pardon. The subtleties of politics are often lost on me. Renly... I don't believe he was interested in the company of women. What makes you say this? Whenever I wanted to make a child with him, he-- he had so many excuses, so many late-night war councils. He never wanted to try. Except one evening, after he'd had far too much wine to drink, he suggested something-- something that sounded very painful and couldn't possibly result in children. Maybe the fault was with me. No, he was a known... degenerate. It's such a relief to hear you say so, Your Grace. Mmm. I've considered making his perversion punishable by death. As is your right. You must do whatever you need to do. You are the king. Yes. I am. Do you like it? I just had it made. Probably one of the finest weapons in the Seven Kingdoms. It's beautiful. Will you show me how it works? It's a new design. Much easier to load. There's no crank. You use this lever to draw the string. The bolt goes here. And then you just aim... and... Would you take me hunting sometime? Forgive me, Your Grace. I know a hunt is no place for a woman. It's not unheard of. My father would never let me before-- You no longer belong to him. Do you want to hold it? May I? Please. I imagine it must be so exciting to squeeze your finger here and watch something die over there. Could you do it? Could you... kill something? I don't know, Your Grace. Do you think I could? Yes. Would you like to watch me? Yes. Stop! Stop! - Tell us the truth. - About what? I don't know what you want. I want the truth. What truth? Why'd you take Winterfell? I took it to-- I took it-- - Who gave the orders? - No one. - I took it on my own. - Why? To take the North while it was vulnerable. What were you going to do once you took it? Hold it. Rule it. Good. That's very good. Why did you do that? I told you. Why did you take Winterfell? I took it to bring glory to my house and my father. Wait. Wait, wait, wait. I took it because I hated the Starks. I hated them for holding me prisoner. I wanted to hurt them. What are you doing? Please. I'll tell you anything. Just take it off. Please. Please, just take it off. - Your sister sent me. - Yara? I'll come for you tonight when the castle sleeps. No, don't go. Please, please. No, please don't leave me. Please, please. Please, please don't go! Please. Please. Don't leave me. Please don't go. Rickon, stay with us. It's all right. The wolves will protect him. You can get inside his head, see through his eyes. Only when I'm asleep. That's how it begins until you learn to control it. You're a warg. It's not just wolves. Sometimes in my dreams there's a-- - A three-eyed raven? - You've seen it? We saw him together. You haven't forgotten? Does it have anything to do with warging? No, the raven is something different, something deeper. The raven brings the sight. Seeing things that haven't happened yet? Or things that happened long before you were born or things that are happening right now thousands of miles away. What's he telling him? Why don't you ask? Isn't he ashamed, your brother, needing you to protect him? Where's the shame in that? Any boy his age who needs his sister to protect him is gonna find himself needing lots of protecting. Some people will always need help. That doesn't mean they're not worth helping. When my father died, I dreamt it. You didn't dream it. You saw it. So did I. You have the sight, too? When I told my father about your father... for the first time in my life, I saw him cry. Your father is Howland Reed? Yeah. He saved my father's life during the rebellion. Your father told you about the rebellion? Mine never did. But I saw that, too. What else have you seen? Only one thing that matters-- you. I never liked the skinny ones. Like drinking from a puddle. Not that I'm averse to drinking from a puddle every now and again, you understand. I don't drink ale. There's no story so good a drink won't make it better. - Yeah! - You see? They've all suffered through my bouts of sobriety. It's very tedious for all concerned. Now, how did three children-- We're not children. How did three young persons such as yourselves, untrained in the art of war, escape from Harrenhal? Gendry's a smith. He was apprenticed in the armory. A smith, eh? Where'd you train? King's Landing. Tobho Mott's shop. That criminal. He charges twice as much as every other armorer in the city. That's because he's twice as good. Aha! A smith and a salesman. Gendry stole us weapons. Ah, fought your way out of Harrenhal, I see. He knows how to use a sword and so do I. My brothers taught me. Ooh! To your brothers! You can finish your meals before you go. It may be awhile before you see another. - You'll free us? - I gave you my word. But before you go, allow me to raise a cup to your-- Hey, hey. Now that is an uncommonly large person. How does one manage to subdue such an uncommonly large person? One waits for him to drink until he passes out. Poor man. You have my sympathy. Aha, not a man at all. A Hound! So good to see you again, Clegane. Thoros? The fuck you doing here? Drinking and talking too much. Same as ever. - A pretty prize, lads. - Yeah! Girl. What in seven hells are you doing with the Stark bitch? It's a tough decision-- take the bridge and risk being seen or cross the great water. - Silence, Kingslayer. - Anyone can see us on the bridge, but cross by water and the current could take us or I could escape down the river. Good luck. It's wonderful to watch you wrestle with these dilemmas. Which will she choose? Gambler at heart. Wouldn't have guessed. Be quick about it. - I need to rest. - Get up. I have these, you know, on your feet when you walk too far. - What do you call them? - Get up now. Corns. I never used to get corns. Of course I used to ride everywhere, not march around like a common foot soldier wearing the same shit boots for over a year. This heel is ruined. There's no way-- I never understood why some knights felt the need to carry two swords. Ooh. You move well... for a great beast of a woman. You shouldn't grimace before you lunge. It gives away the game. Bit of a quandary for you. If you kill me, you fail Lady Stark. But if you don't kill me, I'm going to kill you. You're good. Graceless, but good. See? If you were willing to hurt me, you might have had me there. Looks like your woman's getting the better of you, if you can call that a woman. We enjoy a good fight. Gets our juices flowing. The Flayed Man of House Bolton. A bit gruesome for my taste. - You sure he's the one? - That's him, all right. I saw him fight at the tourney for Ser Willem Frey's wedding. Give the man his silver. Let us go and my father will pay you whatever you want. Enough to buy me a new head? If the King in the North hears I had the Kingslayer and let him go, he'll be taking it right off. I'd rather he takes yours. 

#第二十二集

#本集共有单词数：172  总词数：6976

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