[美剧赏析] 权力的游戏<Game of Thrones>完全赏析 (23-24)

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。

If I may, nephew I encountered a situation with one of my lieutenants at the Stone Mill which may have some bearing-- Why don't you shut your mouth about that damned mill? And don't call him "nephew." He is your king. Robb knows I meant him no disr-- You're lucky I'm not your king. I wouldn't let you wave your blunders around like a victory flag. My blunder sent Tywin's mad dog scurrying back to Casterly Rock with his tail between his legs. I think King Robb understands we're not gonna win this war if he's the only one winning any battles. No, there's glory enough to go around. It's not about glory. Your instructions were to wait for him to come to you. I seized an opportunity. What value was the mill? The Mountain was garrisoned across the river from it. Is he there now? Of course not. We took the fight to him. He could not withstand us. I wanted to draw the Mountain into the west, into our country where we could surround him and kill him. I wanted him to chase us, which he would have done because he is a mad dog without a strategic thought in his head. I could have that head on a spike by now. Instead, I have a mill. We took hostages. Willem Lannister. Martyn Lannister. Willem and Martyn Lannister are 14 years old. Martyn is 15, I believe. Tywin Lannister has my sisters. Have I sued for peace? No. Do you think he'll sue for peace because we have his father's brother's great-grandsons? No. How many men did you lose? 208. But for every man we lost, the Lannisters-- We need our men more than Tywin needs his! I'm sorry. - I didn't know. - You would have. Right here today at this gathering if you had been patient. We seem to be running short of patience here. You know who isn't? Tywin Lannister. Intimate. Lovely table. Better chairs than the old small council chamber. Conveniently close to your own quarters. I like it. What news of Jaime? 20,000 unwashed Northerners have known about his escape for weeks. Collectively, you control more spies and informants than the rest of the world combined. Do you mean to tell me that none of you has any notion of where he is? - We are trying, my lord. - Try harder. What do we have, then? Robb Stark and most of his bannermen are in Riverrun for the funeral of his grandfather Lord Hoster Tully. In Stark's absence, Roose Bolton holds Harrenhal, which would seem to make him Lord of Harrenhal, - in practice if not in name. - Well, let him have it. The name suits our purposes far more than that useless pile of rubble. The Lord of Harrenhal will make a worthy suitor for the widow Arryn. For which I am extremely grateful to you, my lord. Lady Arryn and I have known each other since we were children. She has always been... positively predisposed toward me. A successful courtship would make Lord Baelish acting Lord of the Vale. Titles do seem to breed titles. You'll leave for the Eyrie as soon as possible and bring Lysa Arryn into the fold. Then the young wolf can add his own aunt to the list of people who have taken up arms against him. Far be it from me to hinder true love, but Lord Baelish's absence would present certain problems. The royal wedding may end up being the most expensive event in living memory. Summer has ended, hard days lie ahead. Not a good time to leave the crown's finances unattended. Fully agreed. Which is why I'm naming you new Master of Coin. Master of Coin? It would appear to be a position that best suits your talents. I'm quite good at spending money, but a lifetime of outrageous wealth hasn't taught me much about managing it. I have no doubt you will prove equal to this challenge. Hear, hear. ? He lifted her high in the air ? ? He sniffed and roared and smelled her there ? ? She kicked and wailed, a maid so fair ? ? But he licked the honey from her hair ? ? From there to here, from here to there ? ? All black and brown and covered with hair ? ? He smelled that girl in the summer air ? ? The bear, the bear and the maiden fair... ? I hope you're pleased. If you had armed me, they never would have taken us. You were armed when we were taken. I was in chains if you recall. Our little match would have ended quite quick if my hands weren't bound. All my life I've been hearing, "Jaime Lannister, what a brilliant swordsman." You were slower than I expected. And more predictable. I've been sitting in a muddy pen wrapped in chains for the past year. And I'm a woman. I was still beating you. You were not beating me. Maybe you were as good as people said... once. Or maybe people just love to overpraise a famous name. When we make camp tonight, you'll be raped. More than once. None of these fellows have ever been with a noblewoman. You'd be wise not to resist. - Would I? - They'll knock your teeth out. You think I care about my teeth? No, I don't think you care about your teeth. If you fight them, they will kill you. Do you understand? I'm the prisoner of value, not you. Let them have what they want. What does it matter? - What does it matter? - Close your eyes. Pretend they're Renly. If you were a woman, you wouldn't resist? You'd let them do what they wanted? If I was a woman, I'd make them kill me. But I'm not, thank the gods. If I had a proper forge, I could make it good as new. Doesn't have to look pretty. It just has to keep the arrows out of my heart. Why are you helping him? He takes us prisoner and now he's our friend? You're not our prisoner, little lady. - What am I? - Our guest. No one's put any chains on you. So I can walk away, then? These woods aren't safe for Ned Stark's daughter. You're lucky we found you. You think you're good with that bow, you little twat? Better than anyone you've ever met. A coward's weapon. I like to fight up close. I like to see a man's face when I put the steel in him. Why? So you can kiss him? You remember the last time you were here? Looks like every other shit inn on the road. Now, apologies, but you're one ugly fucker and I'd rather not see you no more. Watch your head. Off we go. Walk up! What are you doing? We're about to leave. I'm staying. You're what? I baked some brown bread for the innkeep and she said she never had better. Told Thoros she's keeping me as a payment for all the free meals she's given him. Anyway, it's not me the Brotherhood wants. My brother ain't no king. I'm not a Stark of Winterhell. Winterfell. - You sure? - I'm sure. Well, I made you something. What is it? It's a wolf. Yes, it is. That's the tail? Yeah. Well, be safe. Yeah, you, too. Don't get stabbed. You don't... burn your fingers. Good-bye, Hot Pie. Good-bye, Arry. Up you go, little lady. Hey, Hot Pie. It's really good. A person could almost be forgiven for forgetting we're at war. It often comforts me to think that even in war's darkest days, in most places in the world absolutely nothing is happening. I've missed you, Uncle. Father missed you, too, from the day you left. Maybe he never said it in so many words-- Maybe? Your father was a stubborn old ox. I was surprised when he died. Didn't think death had the patience. I'm glad you were with him. I wish to the gods I had been. Did you make peace in the end? After 30 years of fighting, I don't think he remembered what started it. He asked me to stop calling myself Blackfish. He said it was an old joke and it was never funny to begin with. I told him people had been calling me Blackfish for so long, they don't remember my real name. Every time he would leave for the capital or fight in a campaign, I'd see him off. "Wait for me, little Cat," he'd say. "Wait for me and I'll come back to you." And I would sit at this window every day when the sun came up, waiting. I wonder how many times did Bran or Rickon stare across the moors of Winterfell waiting for me to return. I will never see them again. You mustn't think it. We don't know the truth. They could be in hiding. Robb believes they're alive. And he must go on believing. He's got to remain strong if he's to prevail. And you must remain strong for him. You're Robb Stark's wife. Hold still. Is it true what they say about him? I don't know. What do they say about him? That he can turn into a wolf at night. True. And he eats the flesh of his enemies. True. You're a Lannister, aren't you? Martyn Lannister. Martyn Lannister. You've nothing to fear. My husband doesn't eat children. Unless it's a full moon. It's not a full moon tonight, is it? See? Nothing to fear. Always the artists. It's only horses. No men. You said there was dead crows. There was. How many men were here? About 300. And you know what those men are now? We're all the same to them-- meat for their army. Do you think anyone got away? It's not impossible. You don't go far betting against Mormont. But dead or alive, he took a big gamble coming north. And he lost. His best fighting men are dead. And whether he's Lord Commander of the Night's Watch or a blue-eyed corpse, he's a long way from home. Tormund. Climb the Wall. Take Orell and 20 good men. And take this one. He knows Castle Black's defenses better than any of us. And if he's useful, good. If not... throw him off the Wall. See if crows can fly. We're finally going to war, old friend? Hide near Castle Black. When I give the signal, hit them in the night. They've got a big old wall to hide behind, but it only guards one side. - We'll meet again. - Aye. - If you do your job. - Ah. How will we see your signal? Send your eagle above the Wall every night. When it's time, I'm going to light the biggest fire the North has ever seen. Ghost? What have we here? Frozen crows? We've come a long way. Smaller flock than you went north with. We can talk inside. Oh, can we? They need some water. Tether it and I'll be inside. Keep your eyes where they belong. They're not for you. Bet you feed that pig better than you feed us. Aye, pig's got value to me. You should all be kissing my feet for letting you in. I'd have turned you all away if I wasn't a godly man. You are a godly man? I am. I got no fear of what's out there. When the white cold comes, your swords and cloaks and bloody fires won't help you. The only ones left will be those who are right with the gods. The real gods. Go tell her she can bite down on a rag or she can bite down on my fist. Women. That sow right there gave birth to a litter of eight. Barely a grunt. And she's almost as fat as this one here. Now why don't you dine on him? Carve off what you need as you go. Well, look at him. He's a walking feast. Here we are. Sharpen these for me, would ya? I see the head. Push. That's it. You're nearly there. One more push should do it. What is it? What is it? Keep quiet. If you can't ride, we don't stand a chance. I can ride. You're sure? Ride east. Follow the rising sun. Your sister's waiting for you. I'll make you a Lord of the Iron Islands for this. We're not in the Iron Islands. - Go. - Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on back. You refuse to tell me where you're going? I don't know yet. The fires will show me. - How long will you be gone? - I don't know. You're abandoning me. I will never abandon you. You are the Son of Fire. - I am sworn to serve you. - Then serve me. When I return, you will understand. My enemies think they've destroyed me. They're laughing at me the way Renly laughed at me. I want Joffrey dead. I want Robb Stark dead. Make me another son. I cannot. Why? You don't have the strength. It would kill you. I'm not so easily killed. Men have been trying for years. I want you. Your fires burn low, my king. There is another way. A better way. You told me your magic requires a king's blood. - Yes. - I'm the one true king. You are. But there are others with your blood in their veins. You will sit on the Iron Throne, but first there must be sacrifices. The Lord of Light demands it. The Walk of Punishment is a warning, Your Grace. - To whom? - To any slave who contemplates doing whatever these slaves did. Give me your water. Khaleesi, this man has been sentenced to death. Here, drink. Leave this place, Your Grace. Leave tonight, I beg you. And what is she to do for soldiers? We can find sellswords in Pentos and Myr. Is it "we" already, Ser Barristan? If you want to sit on the throne your ancestors built, you must win it. That will mean blood on your hands before the thing is done. The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. How many wars have you fought in, Ser Barristan? - Three. - Have you ever seen a war where innocents didn't die by the thousands? I was in King's Landing after the sack, khaleesi. You know what I saw? Butchery. Babies, children, old men. More women raped than you can count. There's a beast in every man and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand. But the Unsullied are not men. They do not rape. They do not put cities to the sword unless they're ordered to do so. If you buy them, the only men they'll kill are those you want dead. Do you disagree, Ser Barristan? When your brother Rhaegar led his army into battle at the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him, because they loved him, not because they'd been bought at a slaver's auction. I fought beside the last dragon on that day, Your Grace. I bled beside him. Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, and Rhaegar died. Did you know him well, Ser Barristan? I did, Your Grace. Finest man I ever met. I wish I had known him. But he was not the last dragon. All? Did this one's ears mishear, Your Grace? They did not. I want to buy them all. _ _ _ _ There are 8,000 Unsullied in Astapor. Is this what you mean by all? Yes. 8,000. And the ones still in training as well. _ _ Master Greizhen says they cannot sell half-trained boys. If they fail on the battlefield, they will bring shame upon all of Astapor. I will have them all or take none. Many will fall in battle. I'll need the boys to pick up the swords they drop. _ Master Kraznys says you cannot afford this. _ Your ship will buy you 100 Unsullied. Because Master Kraznys is generous. The gold you have left is worth 10. But good Master Kraznys will give you 20. The Dothraki you have with you-- _ The Dothraki you have are not worth what they cost to feed, but Master Kraznys will give you three Unsullied for all of them. _ Master Kraznys asks how you propose to pay for the remaining 7,877 Unsullied. I have dragons. I'll give you one. You will win the throne with dragons, not slaves, Your Grace. Khaleesi, please. Three dragons. - One. - Two. One. They want the biggest one. - Done. - Done. I'll take you as well, now. You'll be Master Kraznys' gift to me. A token of a bargain well struck. _ _ Khaleesi, a dragon is worth more than any army. Aegon Targaryen proved that. You're both here to advise me. I value your advice, but if you ever question me in front of strangers again, you'll be advising someone else. Is that understood? Do you have a name? This one's name is Missandei, Your Grace. Do you have a family? A mother and a father you'd return to if you had the choice? No, Your Grace. No family living. You belong to me now. It is your duty to tell me the truth. Yes, Your Grace. Lying is a great offense. Many of those on the Walk of Punishment were taken there for less. I offered water to one of the slaves dying on the Walk of Punishment. Do you know what he said to me? "Let me die." There are no masters in the grave, Your Grace. Is it true what Master Kraznys told me about the Unsullied? About their obedience? All questions have been taken from them. They obey, that is all. Once they are yours, they are yours. They will fall on their swords if you command it. And what about you? You know that I'm taking you to war. You may go hungry. You may fall sick. You may be killed. Valar morghulis. Yes, all men must die. But we are not men. A surprising place to keep the royal ledgers. I'm surprised you're surprised. This is the safest place in the city. Not for bastards. That's all of them, my lord. Thank you, my dear. Pod. Pod. Take them outside. - I'll be there in a moment. - Yes, my lord. I hear you owe that boy a significant debt. Only my life. Not all that significant, I'm afraid. You should have him knighted. If only the Master of Coin had such power. If only. I owe you a significant debt. Our redheaded friend. You secured her release when the queen detained her. Oh, that. Of course. A simple misunderstanding. Apparently, Her Grace believed that you two had some sort of special relationship. We don't. I did fuck her once. - I know. - But we don't. I know. But how would the queen get that idea? Why don't you ask her? Any advice for me on my new position? Keep a low profile. If I had a gold dragon for every time I heard that joke, I'd be richer than you are. Well, you are richer than I am. Good point. They're only numbers. Numbers on paper. Once you understand that, it's easy to make them behave. Trivial even. You want a real challenge? Try whores. I've tried quite a few. Well, lots of work to do. Enjoy the Eyrie. Come on, I'm here later. Come on. Tonight, then. Looks like dull reading. You think all reading is dull reading. It's an opinion I share with some of the finest men I know. The secret history of the Seven Kingdoms is written in these pages. Unless Lord Twatbeard made up a bunch of numbers to hide what he's really up to. Unless he made it all up, yes. - Podrick, do keep up. - Yes, my lord. - Podrick. - Yes, my lord? After a long consultation with my colleague Ser Bronn, I finally found a suitable reward for the services you've provided over and above what might be considered reasonable. Tell me, Pod, have you ever been with a woman? - No, my lord. - Wonderful. Genna specializes in first-timers. She's not bad with second-timers, either. Uh, my lord... A fair enough repayment for putting your spear through my would-be killer's face, wouldn't you say? Now, as it happens, Marei... is quite the spear handler herself. She's here to thank you for staying by my side as the battle raged all around me. He's handsome. You didn't tell me he was handsome. Kayla is famous from here to Volantis in certain circles. One of four women in the world who can perform a proper Meereenese Knot. My lord, I don't even... She's here to thank you for being a thoroughly respectful fellow who's never once failed to address me as "my lord." Be back in time for my supper. Pace yourself, lad. For years I've heard that Littlefinger is a magician. Whenever the crown needs money, he rubs his hands together and, poof, mountains of gold. Let me guess. He's not a magician. No. - He's stealing it? - Worse, he's borrowing it. What's wrong with that? We can't afford to pay it back, that's what's wrong with it. The crown owes millions to my father. Seeing as it's his grandson's ass on the throne, I imagine he'll forgive that debt. Forgive a debt, my father? For a man of the world, you're strangely naive. I've never borrowed money before. I'm not clear on the rules. Well... Ahem! The basic principle is I lend you money, and after an agreed upon period of time, you return it with interest. And what if I don't? Well, you have to. But what if I don't? This is why I don't lend you money. Anyway, it's not my father I'm worried about. It's the Iron Bank of Braavos. We owe them tens of millions. If we fail to repay these loans, the bank will fund our enemies. One way or another, they always get their gold back. Ah, the return of the conquering hero. Does he have a little jaunt in his step? The lad's practically skipping. You were gone a long time. I trust you got your money's worth. Or should I say my money's worth? Oh, it was a gift, Podrick. This is more than I give you in a year. He's a squire. You don't pay him. Oh, then it's much more than I give you in a year. They wouldn't take it, my lord. Maybe they're trying to curry some favor with the new Master of Coin. Have you ever known a whore to turn down gold? They were happy enough to take it when I gave it to them. What did you tell them? I didn't tell them anything. - What did you do to them? - Lots of things. And they seemed to like these things? Yes, my lord. Of course they seemed to like it. They're paid to seem to like it. Only they weren't paid. What are you saying? These ladies enjoyed him so much, they gave him the time for free? Is that what you're telling us? Sit down, Podrick. We're going to need details. Copious details. Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on. Ha! Ha! You know how we deal with runaways here, do you? Take off his pants. No! No! No, no, no! I'm gonna fuck you into the dirt. No, please! No, no, no! No, don't! No, please! No! No! You little bastard. Come, my lord. You're a long way from home and winter is coming. I'll take the big bitch first. When she's good and wet, you lot can finish her off. My lord, I am Brienne of Tarth. Lady Catelyn Stark commanded me to deliver Ser Jaime to King's Landing. Catelyn Stark's a treasonous cunt. Orders were to take the Kingslayer alive. Nobody said shit about you. You're only making it worse. Take her over there where it's dark. I'd like a little privacy. Come on! You know who she is, don't you? A big dumb bitch from who cares where. Never been with a woman that big. She's Brienne of Tarth. Her father is Lord Selwyn Tarth. Heard of Tarth? I'm gonna cut your throat! They call it the Sapphire Isle. Do you know why? Every sapphire in Westeros was mined on Tarth. Sapphires are gemstones. - The blue ones. - I know what they are. Lord Selwyn would pay his daughter's weight in sapphires if she's returned to him. But only if she's alive, her honor unbesmirched. Bring her back here. Yes, my lord. - Get up. - Come on. Come on, on your feet. Unbesmirched. Not defiled. Fancy word for a fancy man. I hated to read as a child, but my father forced me to study the books every morning before I could practice with sword or horse. Two hours every day holed up in the maester's chambers. I learned a lot of fancy words. I bet you did. Your father, he'd pay your weight in gold to get you back? You'll be a rich man till the end of your days. And your sons will be rich men and their sons after them. Lands, titles-- you'll have them all. The North can't win this war. You're a smart man. You understand that. We have the numbers. We have the gold. Aye, you have both. Fighting bravely for a losing cause is admirable. Fighting for a winning cause is far more rewarding. Hard to argue with that. Now that we're speaking together man to man, I wonder if you need to keep me chained to this tree. I'm not asking to be freed from my constraints, but if I could sleep lying down, my back would thank you for it. I'm not as young and resilient as I was once. None of us are. Unchain Ser Jaime from the tree. Come on, men. Suppose you'll be wanting something to eat. I'm famished, actually. I think we've got a spare partridge on the fire. Well, I do like partridge. Bring the bird over here and the carving knife. Will this work as a table, my lord? Oh, yes. Yes, this will do nic-- ah! On the stump. You think you're the smartest man there is. That everyone alive has to bow and scrape and lick your boots. - My father-- - And if you get in any trouble, all you've got to do is say "my father" and that's it, all your troubles are gone. - Don't. - Have you got something to say? Careful. You don't want to say the wrong thing. You're nothing without your daddy, and your daddy ain't here. Never forget that. Here, this should help you remember. ? All black and brown and covered with hair ? ? Three boys, a goat, and a dancing bear ? ? They danced and spun right to the fair ? ? How sweet she was, so pure and fair ? ? The maid with honey up in her hair ? ? He smelled her all in the summer air ? ? The maid with honey up in her hair ? ? From there to here, from here to there ? ? All black and brown and covered in hair ? ? He smelled that girl in the summer air ? - ? The bear, the bear ? - ? The maiden fair ? ? Oh, I'm a maid and I'm pure and fair ? ? I'll never dance with a hairy bear ? ? I called a knight, but you're a bear ? ? All black and brown and covered in hair ? ? From there to here, from here to there ? ? All black and brown and covered in hair ? ? He smelled that girl in the summer air ? - ? The bear, the bear ? - ? The maiden fair. ? 

#第二十三集

#本集共有单词数：176  总词数：7152

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How many of those fingers do you think we could shove up his ass? Depends if he's had any practice. Is that the sort of thing you and your sister go in for, Kingslayer? She loosened you up for us? He's going to fall. He's going to fall off his horse. Someone help him. Water. Water. Please, water. Wa-water. Water, please. Please. Please. If I die, you won't be getting-- Oh, enough. Here. Can't say that I've ever seen a man drink horse piss that fast. Stop! Far enough. Do that again and I'll take your other hand. Come on, you. Oh, Lord Tyrion. Come in, come in. I hope we might speak. In confidence. Oh, always in confidence. About the events of the Blackwater. Perhaps this is the wrong time? Oh, no. It's a wonderful time. I thought one of your little birds might have knowledge of my sister's intentions to-- End your life? I didn't inherit Littlefinger's spies along with his position, I'm afraid. Which is why I'm coming to you. - I need proof. - Proof? - Will there be a trial? - I need to know. I have no proof, only whispers. Before all this nastiness, I was going to tell you the story of how I was cut. Do you want to hear it still? I don't know. Do I? As a boy, I travelled with a troupe of actors through the Free Cities. One day in Myr, a certain man made my master an offer too tempting to refuse. I feared the man meant to use me as I'd heard some men used small boys. But what he wanted was far worse. He gave me a potion that made me powerless to move or speak, yet did nothing to dull my senses. With a hooked blade he sliced me, root and stem, chanting all the while. He burned my parts in a brazier. The flames turned blue and I heard a voice answer his call. I still dream of that night. Not of the sorcerer, not of his blade. I dream of the voice from the flames. Was it a god? A demon? A conjuror's trick? I don't know. But the sorcerer called and a voice answered. And ever since that day, I have hated magic and all those who practice it. But you can see why I was eager to aid in your fight against Stannis and his Red Priestess. A symbolic revenge of sorts. Yes, ahem. I feel the need for actual revenge against the actual person who tried to have me killed. Which will require a degree of influence, which-- You do not possess at the moment. But influence is largely a matter of patience, I have found. Once I had served the sorcerer's purpose, he threw me out of his house to die. I resolved to live to spite him. I begged. I sold what parts of my body remained to me. I became an excellent thief and soon learned that the contents of a man's letters are more valuable than the contents of his purse. Step by step, one distasteful task after another, I made my way from the slums of Myr to the small council chamber. Influence grows like a weed. I tended mine patiently until its tendrils reached from the Red Keep all the way across to the far side of the world where I managed to wrap them around something very special. The sorcerer. Hello, my old friend. It's been a long time. I have no doubt the revenge you want will be yours in time... if you have the stomach for it. When people talk about the Night's Watch, they never mention the shoveling. Or the shit. They tell you about honor, pardoning crimes, and protecting the realm, but shoveling really is most of it. And getting attacked or killed or worse. And that. But when you're not getting attacked or killed, usually you're shoveling. Oh, look. More shit. I was starting to wonder what to do with the rest of my day. We need to get out of here. When the Lord Commander says we go, we go. The Lord Commander told us to go to the Fist of the First Men. - How'd that turn out for us? - He had no way of knowing. We do now. We know what's out there. Craster's been out here surviving. So he's your new protector now? Our good friend Craster? We're like the sons he never had. Mormont isn't gonna save you. This lummox here isn't gonna save you. When the walkers come calling, Craster will serve us up like so many pigs. If we want to live... we'll have to look out for ourselves. Shh, shh, shh. - You woke him. - I'm sorry. - He's beautiful. - Shh! He's beautiful. Does he have a name? - No. - Are you going to give him one? Why? Here. Gilly. You said to hold it for you until you came back. - You're back. - I wanted you to have it. I don't want your stupid thimble. I want to save my baby's life. Can you do that? Can you? I don't have time for you. I don't have time for anyone but him because he doesn't have much time. You have to go after him. How? You know how. Brandon. Mother. How many times have I told you? - No climbing. - Mother, I need to find it. - It's here. It's calling me. - I want you to promise me. No more climbing. Promise me. Promise me! Promise me! - Mother! Mother! - Promise me! Promise me, Bran! Promise me! Is he very large? No larger than usual, apparently. - And yet they said that he was-- - Extraordinary. The most extraordinary man they've ever had. And they've had a lot of men. We're talking about the same Podrick? The quiet boy in Lord Tyrion's service? Seems a bit simple? What did he do to them? I don't know, my lord. The girls are usually quite descriptive. So what did they say? They said it was hard to describe. Huh. Prodigies appear in the oddest of places. And what did Littlefinger say about this loss of income? He was too preoccupied to notice. He's leaving for the Eyrie soon. I'm helping him prepare for his journey. Ah, yes, to pursue his enduring love of the Lady Arryn and the title that comes with her. Sad, really. Is that all it takes to make our friend lose interest in poor Sansa Stark? He hasn't spoken to her since the last time, as far as I know. But I don't think he's lost interest. What makes you say so? - His shipboard inventory. - Ah. You can read. Rare for a woman in your profession. - Former profession. - Of course. I'm missing something obvious you're about to point out? Two featherbeds. He's bringing two featherbeds for the cabin. Who is important enough to Littlefinger to merit a featherbed besides Littlefinger? Could he be bringing one of his girls? He's not interested in them, my lord. How do you know? Because I'm one of his girls. Prodigies in odd places indeed. Rhaenyra Targaryen was murdered by her brother, or rather his dragon. It ate her while her son watched. What's left of her is buried in the crypts right down there. The ceremony is traditionally held in the main sanctum, which seats 700 comfortably. There appears to be a good deal of room elsewhere on the premises for everyone else. There aren't more than 700 people of any importance. No, the rest are there to look adoringly upon the 700 to remind them how superior they must be to have the best seats. Over there in that urn, the ashes of Aerion Targaryen. Aerion Brightflame they called him. He thought drinking wildfire would turn him into a dragon. He was wrong. And, of course, there's the Mad King, killed by my uncle. Would you like to see where the last Targaryens are buried? Are you sure Lady Margaery doesn't find all this a bit macabre? Oh, no, it's quite all right, Your Grace. I'd love to see their tombs, really. It's like taking a walk through history. - The tomb's just up here. - This is so exciting. You were married here, Your Grace? - Yes. - Must seem like only yesterday. Seems like a lifetime ago. Your husband, was he buried here as well? No, he wanted his remains returned to Storm's End. - Such a tragedy. - A fairly predictable tragedy. Hunting and drinking don't mix. I should say not. My son's a hunter. It helps him forget he's never been within a mile of a real battle. I seem to recall he laid siege to Storm's End for the better part of a year. All he laid siege to was the banquet table in the command tent. I told him to stay out of Robert's rebellion. He had no business fighting an actual warrior. We mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave. But they do seem to yearn for it. We shower them with good sense, and it slides right off like rain off a wing. And yet the world belongs to them. A ridiculous arrangement, to my mind. The gods have seen fit to make it so. My father didn't want them here. He was going to have their bodies burned and thrown in the Blackwater, but the High Septon convinced him otherwise. I'm glad he did. I'm sorry, Your Grace. I know they did terrible things at the end, but their ancestors built this. Sometimes severity is the price we pay for greatness. I couldn't agree more. Shall we go and see them? If you give them your love, they will return it a thousandfold. I've spoken with them. I know how they feel about you. You led the defense of King's Landing. They adore you. Open the doors. Joffrey. Wait. - Lady Margaery! - Lady Margaery! Bless you, Lady Margaery! - Lady Margaery! - Lady Margaery! - Margaery! - Long live Lady Margaery! King Joffrey! King Joffrey! King Joffrey! King Joffrey! Gods bless King Joffrey! How far is it to Deepwood Motte? Not far, my lord. Your sister is waiting for you there. - She sent you to save me? - Yes. I served them, the men who were torturing you. I did what they told me and waited for the right moment. Why would you risk your life for me? I grew up on Saltcliffe, my lord. I was only a boy when they took you away. My father brought me and my brothers up to the bluffs so we could watch the ship that carried you off. I remember the look on my father's face when he told us, "That's Balon Greyjoy's last living son." And those are the words I heard over and over again when I saw what they were doing to you. Those men, they said my father knew what they were doing to me. Did he? I-- I don't know, my lord. They-- they never told me much. My sister's men are loyal to her. We don't need to hide from them. Not all those are your sister's men. Some of them are loyal to your father. What is it? I was just thinking how jealous I was when my father told Yara to take this place. What did he tell you to do? Raid fishing villages. He didn't trust me. Thought I was a Stark. Ha. I could never be a Stark. Robb Stark always reminded me of that. - He lorded it over you? - Didn't have to. All he had to do was be. Be who he was born to be. His life fit him better than his clothes. How could someone like that ever be a brother to me? He's the King in the North. And me... my father gave me a choice and I made it. I could never be a Stark. But ironborn, that's what I was born to be. I paid the iron price for Winterfell. I murdered those boys. The Stark boys? Never found them. Just some poor orphans living with a farmer. I let Dagmer slit their throats and I let him burn the bodies... so I could keep Winterfell... and make my father proud. Maybe it's not too late. It is. My real father lost his head at King's Landing. I made a choice... and I chose wrong. And now I've burned everything down. Not everything, my lord. She's up here. - Yara. - Shh. Wait. I brought him back. He killed the others. What? No, I didn't. You can't! No, please stop! No! Put him back where he belongs. Eat. What are you doing? I'm dying. You can't die. You need to live to take revenge. I don't care about revenge. You coward. A little misfortune and you're giving up. Misfor-- misfortune? You lost your hand. My sword hand. I was that hand. You have a taste-- one taste of the real world where people have important things taken from them and you whine and cry and quit. You sound like a bloody woman. I know what you did for me. You told them Tarth was full of sapphires. It's called the Sapphire Isle because of the blue of its water. You knew that. Why did you help me? You wanted to speak to me? Yes, about Jaime. What about him? I wanted to make sure we're doing everything we can to get him back. When Catelyn Stark took Tyrion prisoner... what did I do in response? - You started a war. - And if I would start a war for that lecherous little stump, what do you think I am doing for my oldest son and heir? Whatever you can. Whatever I can. - You're still here. - Yes. Why? Did it ever occur to you that I might be the one who deserves your confidence and your trust, not your sons? Not Jaime or Tyrion, but me. Years and years of lectures on family and legacy-- the same lecture, really, just with tiny, tedious variations-- did it ever occur to you that your daughter might be the only one listening to them? Living by them? That she might have the most to contribute to your legacy that you love so much more than your actual children? All right. Contribute. The Tyrells are a problem. The Tyrells helped us defeat Stannis Baratheon. The Tyrells saved your life, your children's lives. Margaery has her claws in Joffrey. She knows how to manipulate him. Good. I wish you knew how to manipulate him. I don't distrust you because you're a woman. I distrust you because you're not as smart as you think you are. You've allowed that boy to ride roughshod over you and everyone else in this city. Perhaps... you should try stopping him from doing what he likes. I will. Do you like it, Nana? Another golden rose. How original. I eat from plates stamped with roses. I sleep in sheets embroidered with roses. I have a golden rose painted on my chamber pot, as if that makes it smell any better. Roses are boring, dear. "Growing strong." Ha! The dullest words of any house. "Winter is coming!" Now that's memorable. "We do not sow." Strong. Strong. Those are houses you watch out for. Direwolves and krakens, fierce beasts. But a golden rose growing strong-- ha, that strikes fear in the heart. Look, little loves. A spider in the garden. Run along now. Grow strong. My lady. I wanted to personally welcome you to King's Landing. The city has been made brighter by your presence. The city is made brighter by my presence? Is that your usual line, Lord Varys? Are you here to seduce me? A little obvious, perhaps. Oh, no, please. Seduce away. It's been so long. Though I rather think it's all for naught. What happens when the nonexistent bumps against the decrepit? A question for the philosophers. But you've come mincing all this way for something. - So? - Might I sit? No. Come, I've heard you're such a clever man. I'm curious why you've sought me out. You've taken an interest in Sansa Stark. Have I? Because I spoke to her once in this garden and one of your little spies came running to tell you? Why shouldn't I take an interest? - She's an interesting girl. - Is she? No, not particularly. But she's had an interesting childhood. She has, sadly. Well, forgive me for wasting your time, then. I thought we shared certain hopes for her well-being. Come, come. You surrender rather easily. Walk with me. I know the walls have ears, but apparently the shrubbery does, too. I choose my allies carefully and my enemies more carefully still. Which is Sansa Stark? Neither. A babe in the woods. - I admired her father. - Yes. Ned Stark had many admirers, and how many stepped forward when the executioner came for his head? I could not help Lord Stark. - Perhaps I can help his daughter. - How? You're not the only one who has taken an interest in her. That's hardly surprising. She's a beautiful girl with a famous name. Indeed. She'd make a lovely match for the right suitor. It almost feels as if you're about to arrive at the point. Littlefinger is not long for the capital. A confidant of mine has told me that when he goes, Sansa Stark goes with him. And why have you come to me with this matter? Littlefinger was born with no lands, no wealth, no armies. He has acquired the first two. How long before he has the army? Perhaps you'll laugh, but I know him better than most and this is the truth. Littlefinger is one of the most dangerous men in Westeros. If Robb Stark falls, Sansa Stark is the key to the North. And if Littlefinger marries her, he'll have the key in his pocket. Which seems such a shame. Why should a man with such a low reputation steal away such a lovely bride? You must despise him. You're working so hard to undermine him. Actually, I rather enjoy him. But he would see this country burn if he could be king of the ashes. You are a clever man, Lord Varys. You are too kind. I believe I have a possible solution. One doesn't need to be clever for that. It's all rather obvious, isn't it? Ahem. I didn't mean to disturb you. You haven't. We'd like some privacy, please. If you wouldn't mind waiting back inside the keep. Or if you'd be kind enough to give me your names, I'll ask the king to speak with you himself. What did you pray for? - I can't tell you. - Why not? I'll tell you what I prayed for in the sept this morning. Let's see, for my family's health and happiness, for an end to the war, for a short winter. Boring and traditional, I'm afraid. - And you? - I'm sorry, I just can't. My cousin Alanna was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. When I was 12, I was all elbows and knees and Alanna looked like a goddess sent to torture me. Pig-face, she called me. Pig-face? That's ridiculous. I think it had something to do with my nose. Whenever she passed me in the halls, she'd oink. So I prayed that she'd catch a horrible skin disease. A week after that, she came down with porridge plague. - Porridge plague? - You don't have it in the North? Your skin starts to look like boiled oats and eventually your face slides off and you diein agony. But that's awful. You're-- I believed you! Porridge plague. I'm an idiot. Don't say that. No, you're not. So what happened to Alanna? Oh, she grew up to be the most beautiful woman and married a handsome lord and they have darling children and live in a castle by the sea. It's all terribly frustrating. I'm sure she's jealous of you now. You'll be married here in the capital and she'll have to come watch and pretend to be happy that you're queen. I want us to be friends, good friends. That would make me very happy. You must see Highgarden. You'd love it there. I know you would. We have a great masquerade the night of the harvest moon. You should see the costumes. People work on them for months. I-- I don't think the queen would let me leave King's Landing. The Queen Regent, you mean. Once I marry Joffrey, I'll be queen. And if you were to marry Loras... Oh, your place would be at Highgarden, wouldn't it? We would be sisters, you and I. Would you like that? His name was Bannen. He was a good man, a good ranger. He came to us from-- where did he come from? Down White Harbor way. He came to us from White Harbor. Never failed in his duty. He kept his vows the best he could. He rode far, fought fiercely. We shall never see his like again. And now his watch has ended. And now his watch has ended. Didn't think a broke foot could kill a man. It wasn't his foot that killed him. That bastard Craster starved him to death. Craster's got his daughters to feed. You on his side? We can't just show up and steal all his food. We're brothers of the Night's Watch, not thieves. The day we leave, Craster will tap a barrel of our wine and sit down to a feast of ham and potatoes and laugh at us starving in the snow. He's a bloody wildling is all he is. Never knew Bannen could smell so good. You have one son, don't you, Mormont? I had my 99th. You ever meet a man with 99 sons? And more daughters than I can count. - I'm glad for you. - Are you now? Me, I'll be glad when you and yours have gone. As soon as our wounded are strong enough. Ah. They're as strong as they're gonna get. Them that's dying, why don't you cut their throats and be done with it? Hmm? Or leave them if you've not the stomach and I'll sort them myself. Whose throat you gonna cut, old man? Wait outside. It's cold outside and there's nothing to eat. My wives gave you bread. There's sawdust in the bread. You don't like it, you go out there and eat the snow. I'd rather eat what you've got hidden away. I told you to wait outside. He's sitting there drinking our wine, eating his fill while we die. I gave you crows enough. I've got to feed my women! So you admit you've got a hidden larder, then? How else'd you make it through winter? Enough! Out! I am a godly man. You're a stingy bastard! Bastard? Out with you, you little thief. And you! And you! Go sleep in the cold on empty bellies. I'll chop the hands off the next man who calls me bastard. You are a bastard. A daughter-fucking, wildling bastard. The gods will curse us for this. By all the laws-- There are no laws beyond the Wall. Now show us where he hides the food or you'll get the same as he did. Unhand her. I shall have your head for this. - Quickly. Quickly. - What's happening? - I'm not going out there. - No, we have to go. Now! Follow me. I know the best way. Come on. Run fast, Piggy, and sleep well! I'll be cutting your throat one of these nights. Can I take this hood off yet? I do apologize, little lady, but it's better for you if you don't see where we're going. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Halt! - What is it? - Blackstrap rum. Ugh! Not easy finding molasses in wartime. I'd have some. Let's go home. What is this place? Somewhere neither wolves nor lions come prowling. You look like a bunch of swineherds. Some of us were swineherds. And some of us tanners and masons. That was before. You're still swineherds and tanners and masons. You think carrying a crooked spear makes you a soldier? No. Fighting in a war makes you a soldier. Beric Dondarrion? You've seen better days. And I won't see them again. Stark deserters. Baratheon deserters. You lot aren't fighting in a war. You're running from it. Last I heard, you were King Joffrey's guard dog. But here you are 1,000 miles from home. Which of us is running? Untie these ropes and we'll find out. What are you doing leading a mob of peasants? Ned Stark ordered me to execute your brother in King Robert's name. Ned Stark is dead. King Robert is dead. My brother's alive. You're fighting for ghosts. That's what we are-- ghosts waiting for you in the dark. You can't see us, but we see you. No matter whose cloak you wear-- Lannister, Stark, Baratheon-- you prey on the weak, the Brotherhood without Banners will hunt you down. You found god? Is that it? Aye. I've been reborn in the light of the one true god. As have we all. As would any man who's seen the things we've seen. If you mean to murder me, then bloody well get on with it. You'll die soon enough, dog. But it won't be murder, only justice. And a kinder fate than you deserve. Lions you call yourselves. At the Mummer's Ford, girls of seven years were raped and babes still on the breast were cut in two while their mothers watched. I wasn't at the Mummer's Ford. Dump your dead children at some other door. House Clegane was built upon dead children. I saw them lay Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaenys before the Iron Throne. Do you take me for my brother? Is being born Clegane a crime? - Murder is a crime. - I never touched the Targaryen babes. I never saw them, never smelled them, never heard them bawling. You want to cut my throat, get on with it! But don't call me murderer and pretend that you're not. You murdered Mycah. The butcher's boy. My friend. He was 12 years old. He was unarmed. And you rode him down. You slung him over your horse like he was some deer. Aye, he was a bleeder. You don't deny killing this boy? I was Joffrey's sworn shield. - The boy attacked the prince. - That's a lie! I hit Joffrey. Mycah just ran away. Then I should have killed you. Not my place to question princes. You stand accused of murder. But no one here knows the truth of the charge, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by combat. So, who will it be? Should we find out if your fire god really loves you, priest? Or you, archer? What are you worth with a sword in your hand? Or is the little girl the bravest one here? Aye. She might be. But it's me you'll fight. The master says they are untested. He says you would be wise to blood them early. There are many small cities between here and there, cities ripe for sacking. Should you take captives, the masters will buy the healthy ones and for a good price. And who knows? In 10 years, some of the boys you send them may be Unsullied in their turn. Thus all shall prosper. Is it done, then? They belong to me? It is done. You hold the whip. Dracarys. 

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