[美剧赏析] 权力的游戏<Game of Thrones>完全赏析 (31-32)

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。

I want you to tell me the truth about Joffrey. He's a monster. With the Tyrells beside us, no one will think of rebelling for another century. Ser Dontos from House of Hollard Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos to celebrate my Nameday It would be bad luck to kill a man on your nameday. You'll be my new fool. Thank you, Your Grace. Do you know what it takes to unite I told them we were all going to die. If we don't get out. Let us go, my father will pay you whatever you want. Enough to buy me a new head? We need to find Sansa Stark a husband. Tyrion will do as he's bid and will marry Ser Loras. - I am not some brood mare. - You're my daughter! My feelings for you have not changed. I'm not your lady, I'm you whore. He's a Crow. He'll stab us in the back. Kill him. That's a fine little blade. Something wrong with your leg, boy? You got to carry me. Robb. The Lannisters send their regards. Too late. You know I didn't have a choice. You know nothing, Jon Snow. Your home. - Magnificent. - Mm-hmm. Looks fresh-forged. It is. No one's made a Valyrian steel sword since the Doom of Valyria. There are three living smiths who know how to rework Valyrian steel. The finest of them was in Volantis. Came here to King's Landing at my invitation. Where did you get this much Valyrian steel? From someone who no longer had need of it. You've wanted one of these in the family for a long time. - And now we have two. - Two? The original weapon was absurdly large. Plenty of steel for two swords. Well, thank you. It's glorious. You'll have to train your left hand. Any decent swordsman knows how to use both hands. You'll never be as good. No. But as long as I'm better than everyone else, I suppose it doesn't matter. You can't serve in the Kingsguard with one hand. Where's that written? I can and I will. The Kingsguard oath is for life. The war is over. The king is safe. The king is never safe. How many people in this city alone would love to see his head on a pike? Other knights protected the king while you were a prisoner. They will continue to do so when you go home. - Home? - You'll return to Casterly Rock and rule in my stead. You are the Lord of Casterly Rock. I am the King's Hand. My place is here. I don't expect to see the Rock again before I die. You know what they call me? Kingslayer. Oathbreaker. Man without honor. Now you want me to break another sacred vow. You won't be breaking anything. There is a precedent to relieve a Kingsguard of his duties. The king will exercise that prerogative. - No. - No? No. I don't believe I asked you a question. There's my answer. If you think your bloody honor comes before-- My bloody honor is beyond repair, but my answer is still no. I don't want Casterly Rock. I don't want a wife. I don't want children. What do you want? Supper would be nice. For 40 years I've tried to teach you. If you haven't learned by now, you never will. Go. If serving as a glorified bodyguard is the sum of your ambition, go serve. I suppose you want the sword back. Keep it. A one-handed man with no family needs all the help he can get. How many Dornishmen does it take to fuck a goat? Please don't. Seems to me the smart place to meet travelers is in a tavern. That way, one party is late, the other party can drink some ale inside. This is the Prince of Dorne we're waiting for, not one of your sellsword friends. If he's so damned important, how come they sent you to meet him? There's bad blood between the Martells of Dorne and the Lannisters of Casterly Rock. Has been for years. And just in case the Martells of Dorne are looking to spill some Lannister blood, - it may as well be yours, eh? - No need for cynicism. I happen to be an accomplished diplomat. Ah, here we are. Can you read the sigils? Yellow balls? Wild lemons on a purple field, House Dalt of Lemonwood. A vulture grasping a baby in its talons, House Blackmont. A crowned skull, the Manwoodys of Kingsgrave. Boy knows his Dornish Houses. I need a sigil. And House Martell, a red sun pierced by a spear? I don't see it, my lord. Well met, my lords. His Grace King Joffrey welcomes you in his name. My lord father, the King's Hand, sends his greetings as well. I am Tyrion Lannister of Casterly Rock, Master of Coin. Forgive me. I don't see Prince Doran in your company. The prince's health forces him to remain at Sunspear. He sends his brother Prince Oberyn to attend the royal wedding in his stead. Yes, the king will be delighted to enjoy the company of a warrior as renowned as Prince Oberyn at his wedding feast. Will he? And where is Prince Oberyn? Arrived before dawn. Not a man for welcome parties, our prince. Very well. My lords, these fine men from the City Watch will escort you to your quarters in the Red Keep. You must be weary after such a long journey. Some accomplished diplomacy that was. Now where? We must find Prince Oberyn before he kills somebody or several somebodies. How do you plan on finding a single Dornishman in a city this big? You're famous for fucking half of Westeros. You just arrived at the capital after two weeks of bad roads, where would you go? I'd probably go to sleep, but I'm getting old. Look at this one. How lovely is she? Beautiful. But pale. They like them pale in the capital. Shows they don't work the fields. Do I frighten you? You like? Timid. Timid bores me. You're a bit of mischief, aren't you? I think she likes you. She has good taste. You're not timid, are you? Not timid. Do you like women? When they look like her, my lord. This one will do nicely. Very good, my lady. Oh, I'm not a lady. A term of courtesy in this establishment. A lie anywhere. Why not use the right words? I'm a bastard. She is a whore. And you're what? A procurer. Any of the others? The two girls can leave. You stay. I'm afraid I'm not an offer, my lord. Everyone who works for Littlefinger is an offer. Take off your clothes. We'll be here a while. - My lord. - I am a prince, boy. Have you ever been with a prince? Can't say I have. I'm wildly expensive. Take off your clothes. Which way do you like it? My way. And so he spoke and so he spoke That Lord of Castamere - And now the rains... - Oberyn. With no one there to hear Yes, not the rains weep o'er his hall And not a soul to hear. You lost, friend? Forgive me for staring. I don't see many Lannisters where I'm from. I don't see many Dornishmen in the capital. We don't like the smell. - Come with me, lover. - Gods, look at this one. Sirs, if you follow me, I'll arrange for a private room. Why are you wasting a woman like this on a Dornishman? Bring him a shaved goat and a bottle of olive oil. Do you know why all the world hates a Lannister? You think your gold and your lions and your gold lions make you better than everyone. May I tell you a secret? You're not a golden lion. You're just a pink little man who is far too slow on the draw. Longsword is a bad option in close quarters. When I pull my blade, your friend starts bleeding. Quite a lot, I'm afraid. So many veins in the wrist. He'll live if you get him help straightaway. So, decisions. Prince Oberyn, forgive the intrusion. We heard there might be... ...trouble. Apologies, my love. I'm here to welcome you to the capital. Ellaria Sand, my paramour. The king's own Uncle Imp. Tyrion, son of Tywin Lannister. If there's anything I can do to make your stay-- What are you? His hired killer? It started that way, aye. Now I'm a knight. How did that come to pass? Killed the right people, I suppose. We'll need a few more girls. Girls, yes? You don't partake? Oh, I partook. Now I'm married. Prince Oberyn, if I may, a word in private? Seems I visited the Lannister brothel by mistake. - Oh, they take all kinds. - Even Dornishmen. The king is very grateful that you traveled all this way for his wedding. Let us speak truth here. Joffrey is insulted. I am only the second son after all. Well, speaking as a fellow second son, I have grown rather used to being the family insult. Why did you come to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn? I was invited to the royal wedding. I thought we were speaking truth. The last time I was in the capital was many years ago. Another wedding. My sister Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen, the Last Dragon. My sister loved him. She bore his children. Swaddled them, rocked them, fed them at her own breast. Elia wouldn't let the wet nurse touch them. And beautiful, noble Rhaegar Targaryen left her for another woman. That started a war and the war ended right here when your father's army took the city... I wasn't actually present. ...and butchered those children. My nephew and niece. Carved them up and wrapped them in Lannister cloaks. And my sister, you know what they did to her? I'm asking you a question. I've heard rumors. So have I. The one I keep hearing is that Gregor Clegane the Mountain raped Elia and split her in half with his great sword. I wasn't there. I don't know what happened. If the Mountain killed my sister, your father gave the order. Tell your father I'm here. And tell him the Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts. Shh. Shh. Shh. They're dragons, Khaleesi. They can never be tamed. Not even by their mother. - Ser Barristan. - Your Grace. Where's Daario Naharis? Where's Grey Worm? Gambling, Your Grace. Gambling? Mhysa. Mhysa. Mhysa... How long have they been at it? Since midnight, Your Grace. Ser Worm is stronger than he looks. But I can see his arms beginning to shake. What's the prize to winning this stupid contest? The honor of riding by your side on the road to Meereen. That honor goes to Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan as neither of them kept me waiting this morning. You two will ride in the rear guard and protect the livestock. The last man holding his sword can find a new queen to fight for. You need to eat something. Pigeon pie. No, thank you. Lemon cakes? No, thank you. You love lemon cakes. Tell her she needs to eat. My lady, you do need to eat. I don't need to eat. If I could have a moment alone with my wife. She needs to eat. I can't let you starve. I swore to protect you. My lady, I am your husband. Let me help you. How can you help me? I don't know, but I can try. I lie awake all night staring at the canopy thinking about how they died. I could get you essence of nightshade to help you sleep. Do you know what they did to my brother? How they sewed his direwolf's head onto his body? And my mother. They say they cut her throat to the bone and threw her body in the river. What happened to your family was a terrible crime. I didn't know your brother. He seemed like a good man, but I didn't know him. Your mother, on the other hand, I admired her. She wanted to have me executed, but I admired her. She was a strong woman. And she was fierce when it came to protecting her children. Sansa. Your mother would want you to carry on. You know it's true. Will you pardon me, my lord? I'd like to visit the godswood. Of course. Of course. Prayer can be helpful, I hear. I don't pray anymore. It's the only place I can go where people don't talk to me. My lion. What are you doing? What does it look like I'm doing? Come here. How many times have I told you? You can't visit me here. I know. I know. We have come to a dangerous place. Have you forgotten me? Do you know how long it's been? Of course I haven't forgotten. I want you. Don't you want me? Things are a bit tense right now. What things? My nephew the king wants to murder me. My wife hates me because my father murdered her family. Oberyn Martell wants to murder everyone whose last name is Lannister. You need to relax. Don't you want to relax? - What's wrong? - I told you. - It's not a good time. - It's never a good time. - You have your child bride now. - Shae. - Do you love her? - Love her? I barely know her. She's a child. - She despises me. - That's not an answer. Of course I don't love her. You tried to ship me away. Ship you away? Give me diamonds and make me disappear. What in the world are you talking about? If you want me to leave, just say it. - Say it! - Shh. I don't know what you're talking about. You want me to stay? A work of art, really. The craftsmanship is excellent. You like it so much, you're welcome to chop off your own hand and take it. Such an ingrate. I spent days with the goldsmith - getting the details just right. - Days? Better part of an afternoon. There, how does that feel? Uh... a hook would be more practical. Elegant, I think. Thank you for your help with the other matter. - The symptoms have abated? - Gone completely. I am in your debt, Maester Qyburn. Not a maester, Your Grace, but happy to help whenever I can. Odd little man. I've grown rather fond of him. He's quite talented, you know? What symptoms? Symptoms that are not your concern. You let him touch you? You jealous? I'm surprised. You never let Pycelle near you. You think I'd let that old lecher put his hands on me? He smells like a dead cat. I'm not sure I've ever smelled a dead cat. Well, they smell like Pycelle. You drink more than you used to. - Yes. - Why? Let's see, you started a brawl in the streets with Ned Stark and disappeared from the capital. My husband died in a tragic hunting accident. It must have been traumatic for you. My only daughter was shipped off to Dorne. We suffered through a siege. A rather short siege. A rather short siege that I didn't expect to survive. And now I'm marrying my eldest son to a wicked little bitch from Highgarden while I'm supposed to marry her brother, a renowned pillow biter. So... Father disowned me today. He can't disown you. You're all he's got. You're forgetting Tyrion. You don't really plan on staying in the Kingsguard, do you? Staying in the Kingsguard means I live right here in the Red Keep with you. - Not now. - I want-- Not now? When? I've been back for weeks. - Something's changed. - Everything's changed. You come back after all this time with no apologies and one hand and expect everything to be the same? What do you want me to apologize for? For leaving me. You think I wanted to be taken prisoner? Don't know what you wanted. You weren't here. You left me alone. Every day I was a prisoner, I plotted my escape. Every day. I murdered people so I could be here with you. - You took too long. - I... - What are you saying? - I'm saying you took too long. - Come in. - Go away. Forgive me, Your Grace. You told me to come at once if there was anything important. You plan on killing all the crows yourself? Do you plan on sitting here scratching your balls till winter? We wait for Mance's orders. You sent a man over the Wall at the full moon. If he's not back yet, he's not coming back. And what is it you want? March on Castle Black with just this lot? Your pretty crow said 1,000 men are nesting there. Yeah, well, he's a liar. He is? Shouldn't it be "he was"? You said you put three arrows in him. I did. I've seen you slip a shaft through a rabbit's eye at 200 yards. If that boy's still walking, it's 'cause you let him go. Thenns. I fucking hate Thenns. Mance sent you? How did you find us? You came from the south, not the north. Took a detour. Got some supper from a village down that way. Why does the meat down here taste so much better than it does on our side of the Wall? Help yourself. Maybe everything's just better fed down here. Fat and lazy. Easier for us, hmm? You didn't see us coming? Lost your warg? And that baby crow you had with you, lost him too? I'll answer to Mance. I won't answer to you. She yours? I'm not anybody's. Too scrawny. Not like those crows at Castle Black. Think of them stuck in their larders stuffing their faces with ham and blood sausage and stew, getting nice and fat and marbled. I know we've had our differences, Tormund, but just one time before you die, you really ought to try crow. Draw. Loose. Last time I saw him, he was in the courtyard at Winterfell. He said, "Next time I see you, you'll be all in black." I was jealous of Robb my whole life. The way my father looked at him, I wanted that. He was better than me at everything-- fighting and hunting and riding and girls. Gods, the girls loved him. I wanted to hate him, but I never could. Sometimes I want to hate you. Well, you're better than me at everything. Except reading. They're-- they're ready for you. He's wanted to hang me for a while. Now's his chance. No one's going to hang you. You've done nothing wrong. I've done plenty wrong. So you admit you murdered Qhorin Halfhand? I didn't murder him. No? You put your sword through a brother of the Night's Watch. What do you call that? He wanted me to kill him. A bastard son of a traitor. What would you expect? The Halfhand believed our only chance to stop Mance was to get a man inside his army. Don't talk about the Halfhand as if you knew him. He was my brother. Then you'd know he'd do anything to defend the Wall. The free folk would have boiled him alive, but letting me kill him... The free folk? Listen to him. He even talks like a wildling now. Aye, I talk like a wildling. I ate with the wildlings. I climbed the Wall with the wildlings. I-- I laid with a wildling girl. You admit to breaking your vows, then? I do. The law is the law. The boy must die. If we beheaded every ranger who lay with a girl, the Wall would be manned by headless men. There's a difference between sneaking off to the Mole's Town brothel and sleeping with the enemy. While we sit here debating which rules I broke, Mance Rayder marches on the Wall with an army of 100,000. Impossible. You can't get 50 wildlings together before they start killing each other. 100,000. He's united the Thenns, the Hornfoots, the ice-river clans. He has giants fighting for him. Giants? Have you ever been beyond the Wall, ser? I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing, boy. And now you're here. You must not have been very good at your job. How dare you?! There's a band of wildlings south of the Wall already led by Tormund Giantsbane. I killed their warg and three others. They shot me full of arrows. Their orders are to attack Castle Black from the south when Mance hits it from the north. The signal for the attack will be a bonfire. Mance said it would be the greatest fire the North has ever seen. That's the truth. All the truth. Do you intend to execute me or am I free to go? None of us are free. We are men of the Night's Watch. But we won't be taking your head today, Jon Snow. Go on. I am acting commander here, Maester Aemon. Yes, you are. And I don't trust the bastard. He told the truth. And you always know when a man's telling a lie? How did you acquire this magical power? I grew up in King's Landing. No. No. You're a queen, not an ox. Your grandfather gave me a necklace just like this one for my 51st nameday. The wedding is in a fortnight, Grandmother. You can't say no to everything. Nonsense. My little dears. Go and speak to the jewelers of King's Landing. Tell them who you are, tell them who sent you. The one who brings me the best necklace will get to keep the next best. The Margaery Tyrell who walks into the sept a fortnight from now will inspire 1,000 songs. Now, how sad it will be if she's wearing rubbish like that. Perhaps I should just let Joffrey choose it for me. End up with a string of dead sparrow heads around my neck. You watch that. Even here, even with me. My word. My lady. My lady. Please pardon me for interrupting. My name is Brienne of Tarth. We know who you are. We've heard all about you. But hearing is one thing. Aren't you just marvelous? Absolutely singular. I hear you knocked my grandson into the dirt like the silly little boy he is. My lady, I know this is a very busy time for you, but if I could just have a moment. You dare not refuse. A shadow? A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon. I swear to you by all the gods it was Stannis. He plunged his sword through Renly's heart and disappeared. One day, my lady, I will avenge our king. Joffrey is our king now. I meant no offense. And you've given none. All the Kingsguard will be on duty, of course. Ser Boros will be stationed here. Ser Preston will be stationed here beside the primary entertainment. Your Grace? Yes, yes, one guard at the-- the thing. Go on. Ser Meryn will guard Lady Margaery and Tommen. I've always guarded the king himself, my lord. Ever since your absence. And I thank you for it, Ser Meryn. All very good. I don't expect any trouble. The people love their king. They know who keeps them fed. Margaery Tyrell, I've heard. By my leave. They know I saved the city. They know I won the war. The war's not won. Not while Stannis lives. I broke Stannis on the Blackwater. Pity you weren't there to help, Uncle. My apologies, Your Grace. I was rather busy. Busy getting captured. So this is the famous "Book of Brothers"? All the great deeds of all the great Kingsguard. Ser Arthur Dayne. The Sword of the Morning. Led the attack on the Kingswood Brotherhood. Defeated the Smiling Knight in single combat. Ser Duncan the Tall. Four pages for Ser Duncan. He must have been quite a man. So they say. Ser Jaime Lannister. Someone forgot to write down all your great deeds. - There's still time. - Is there? For a 40-year-old knight with one hand? How can you protect me with that? I use my left hand now, Your Grace. Makes for more of a contest. Have you ever been to Meereen? Several times, Your Grace, with Master Kraznys. And? They say 1,000 slaves died building the Great Pyramid of Meereen. And now an army of former slaves is marching to her gates. You think the Great Masters are worried? If they're smart, Your Grace. You were told to ride at the back of the train. Yes, my queen. But I need to speak to you about something important. A matter of strategy. Your Grace. All right, what is this matter of strategy? A dusk rose. Would you like to walk at the back of the train instead of riding? And this one's called lady's lace. Would you like to walk without shoes? You have to know a land to rule it. Its plants, its rivers, its roads, its people. Dusk rose tea eases fever. Everyone in Meereen knows that. Especially the slaves who have to make the tea. If you want them to follow you, you have to become a part of their world. Strategy. Harpy's Gold. No tea from this one. Beautiful but poisonous. You are a gambler, aren't you? Your Grace. There's one on every mile marker between here and Meereen. How many miles are there between here and Meereen? 163, Your Grace. I'll tell our men to ride ahead and bury them. You don't need to see this. You will do no such thing. I will see each and every one of their faces. Remove her collar before you bury her. There she is. Yes, there she is. - And? - You made a promise. To return the Stark girls to their mother who is now dead. To keep them safe. Well, Arya Stark hasn't been seen since her father was killed. Where do you think she is? My money's on dead. There's a certain safety in death, wouldn't you say? And Sansa Stark is now Sansa Lannister. Bit of a complication. A complication does not release you from a vow. What do you want me to do? Kidnap my sister-in-law? And take her where? Where would she be safer than here? Look me in the eye and tell me that you think she'll be safe in King's Landing. Are you sure we're not related? Ever since I've returned, every Lannister I've seen has been a miserable pain in my ass. Maybe you're a Lannister, too. You've got the hair for it if not the looks. It's all right. It's all right. It's all right. - You're drunk. - Yes. I have good reason to be. Once I was a knight. Now I'm only a fool. Don't you know me? Ser Dontos. The king's nameday celebration. I'm sorry. I should have remembered. I can't accept your apology. I may be a fool, but I'm a living fool, thanks to you. Anyone would have done the same. But only you did. I can never repay you. You gave me my life. But this, this is worth more than my life. It belonged to my mother and her mother before her. House Hollard was strong once. House on the rise. That's all that's left of those days, thanks to a few sad, fat drunks like me. I can't take it. It's very, very kind of you, but I can't. I don't have anything else left. That's all. Take it. Wear it. Let my name have one more moment in the sun before it disappears from the world. I'll wear it with pride, Ser Dontos. Yeah. When am I going to get a horse of my own? The little lady wants a pony. The little lady wants away from your stench. Horses aren't easy to come by. Even if they were, you think I'm gonna put you on your own horse? Watch the only thing of value I've got in the world ride away? Why don't you have any money? Didn't you steal anything from Joffrey before you left? No. You're not very smart, are you? I'm not a thief. You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you? A man's got to have a code. You think I'm gonna escape? Where would I go? I'd be dead by nightfall without you. My family's gone. I've got no one. You've got an aunt in the Vale. Your rich Aunt Lysa. After I sell you to her, maybe she'll have enough left over to buy you that pony you want so much. I'm hungry. You're hungry. Five horses, five men. More than I feel like killing on an empty stomach. I know him. The small one. His name is Polliver. He captured us and took us to Harrenhal. He killed Lommy. What the fuck's a Lommy? He was my friend. Polliver stole my sword and put it right through his neck. He's still got it. Got what? My sword Needle. Needle? Of course you named your sword. Lots of people name their swords. Lots of cunts. What are you-- get back here. My brother gave me that sword. - Get back here. - He killed my friend. I don't care if he ate your friend. We're not going in there. Come on, give it up. Come here. - Let's have a feel there. - Leave it. Come here. Please, she's a good girl. Shut your mouth and pour us more ale and we may not take her with us when we're done with her. I know you. You're the Hound. Pour our new friend some ale. What brings you so far north? I could ask the same of you. What are you doing up here? Just keeping the king's peace. No need. The war's over. So I've heard. Stannis defeated at the Blackwater. Robb Stark killed at the Twins. And where am I for all of it? Stuck with your brother. - Meaning no offense. - None taken. He's good, the Mountain is. Best at what he does. But torture, torture, torture, torture. You spend enough time putting the hammer to people, you start to feel like a carpenter making chairs. Drains the fun right out of it. And what's life without a little fun? But I don't need to tell you that, eh? She's all right. I've had better. You know what? You should come with us. His kind, they've always got something hidden away somewhere. Gold, silver, more daughters. Always something if you know how to make them talk. And there's plenty of him between here and King's Landing. You could do well for yourself. We certainly have been. I'm not going to King's Landing. Think about it. We could do whatever we like wherever we go. These are the king's colors. No one's standing in his way now. Which means no one's standing in ours. Fuck the king. When I heard that Joffrey's dog had tucked tail and run from the Battle of the Blackwater, I didn't believe it. - But here you are. - Here I am. Bring me one of those chickens. - You got money to pay for it? - You paid for it? No. But we're the king's men. So, you got money? Not a penny. I'll still take that chicken. Tell you what. We'll trade you. One of our little chickens for one of yours. Give us a go at your friend. Lowell there likes them a bit broken in. You're a talker. Listening to talkers makes me thirsty. And hungry. Think I'll take two chickens. You don't seem to understand the situation. I understand that if any more words come pouring out of your cunt mouth, I'm gonna have to eat every fucking chicken in this room. You lived your life for the king. You're gonna die for some chickens? Someone is. Something wrong with your leg, boy? What? What do you mean? Can you walk? I've got to carry you? Carry me? Fine little blade. Maybe I'll pick my teeth with it. 

#第三十一集

#本集共有单词数：156  总词数：8208

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Why did you come to King's Landing, Price Oberyn? If the Mountain killed my sister, your father gave the order. The Lannisters aren't the only ones that pay their debts. Ser Dontos... Once I was a knight, now I am only a fool. But a living fool, thanks to you. - It's not a good time. - It's never a good time. You have your child bride. If you want me to leave, just say it. You told me to come at once if there was anything important. I'm Jojen Reed. This is my sister, Meera. We've come a long way to find you, Brandon. You're a warg. It's in your blood. I don't want you talking to him anymore, until we get to Castle Black. We're not going to Castle Black. Bran needs to find the raven beyond the Wall. I thank God for bringing Melisandre to us. She gave you a son. I gave you nothing. That's not true. I want to see my daughter. I am marrying my eldest son to a wicked little bitch from Highgarden. You don't really plan on staying in the King's Guard, do you? Ser Jaime Lannister, a 40 year old knight with one hand. I use my left hand now, Your Grace. Makes it more of a contest. - Winterfell is in ruins. - What happened out there? I heard the Greyjoy boy seized the place. I sent my bastard Ramsay to root him out. - Please... - What is your name? Reek... Tansy! Tansy! Tansy! Tansy! Tansy! There you are. I can't see her, Ramsay. Tansy! If you make it out of the woods, you win! Run, Tansy, run! - Tansy. - Where is she? Tansy, Tansy, Tansy! Good girls. Down, girls. Down. Well done. You, too. - I only wounded her. - You brought her down. That's what matters. A fine shot. Wasn't it, Reek? A fine shot, master. My lady. Please, my lord. It hurts. Oh, sweet. Don't cry. It will be over soon. She thinks she's pretty. Let me put one through her face. We have to reward the hounds, love. They did all the hard work. Why? I did whatever you asked. But you made Myranda feel jealous. - Me jealous of her? - My lord, please. You can see that your presence has become a bit of a problem. Rip her! Rip her! Rip her! Not so pretty now. Your new hand, it's nicer than the old one. Wouldn't you agree, Pod? Is it solid gold? Gilded steel. You're not eating. Why is no one eating? My wife wastes away and my brother starves himself. - I'm not hungry. - You lost a hand, not a stomach. Try the boar. Cersei can't get enough of it since one killed Robert for her. A toast. To the proud Lannister children. The dwarf, the cripple, and the mother of madness. - Oh! - I'll clean it up. No, I'll do it. Leave us. It's only wine. I can't fight anymore. What about your left? I can hold a sword, but all my instincts are wrong. How can I protect the king when I can hardly wipe my own ass? You're the Lord Commander now. Command. Let others do the fighting. When was the last time Father used a sword? I'm not Father. I'm the Kingslayer. When people find out I can't slay a pigeon... Train, then. Learn to fight with your other hand. With whom? You? Men talk. Soon as someone discovers I can't fight, he'll tell everyone. You need a proper, discreet swordsman. As it happens, I have just the one. My brother tells me you can keep your mouth shut. Unusual talent for a sellsword. He tells me you shit gold just like your father. Is this place safe? There's this knight, Leygood, - got thunderbolts on his shield. - Uh-huh. Right here is where I fuck his wife. She's a screamer, that one. If they don't hear her, they won't hear us. I've never seen Valyrian steel before. She's a beauty. The problem is, if you fight with an edged blade, I'll have to. And if I fight with an edged blade, I'll have no one left to pay me. I haven't used a sparring sword since I was nine. Bold warrior you are, attacking a man when his guard's down. Best time to attack a man. Mind yourself. - If I still had my right hand... - Plan on growing it back? Come on, then. Open the gates! Riders coming in! Let's get these horses seen to! Father. Welcome home. Walda, this is Ramsay Snow, my bastard. A pleasure, Mother. Hello. See that the horses are fed, watered, and rubbed down. And take Lady Walda to her chambers. This way, my lady. Where is your prize? With the hounds. I'll have a look at him. I hear you took a hand from the Kingslayer. Word travels. How he screamed. You would have loved it. Father. What did you do to him? I trained him. He was a slow learner, but he learned. You flayed him. Peeled a few bits. Removed a few others. This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir. We've been flaying our enemies for 1,000 years. The flayed man is on our banners. My banners, not yours. You're not a Bolton. You're a Snow. Tywin Lannister has given me the North. But he won't lift a finger to help me take it. As long as the ironborn hold Moat Cailin, our armies are trapped south of the Neck. Theon was a valuable hostage, not your plaything. I wanted to trade him for Moat Cailin. I already asked. Lord Greyjoy refused. Savages have no-- You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy without my consent? You made me acting Lord of the Dreadfort. I acted. I had to smuggle myself into my own lands thanks to the Greyjoys. I needed Theon. I needed him whole. Theon was our enemy. But Reek, Reek will never betray us. I placed far too much trust in you. Reek, how could you let me stand before my father unshaven? - It's disrespectful. - I'm sorry, my lord. Give him the razor. If I'm not a Bolton, Father, what does it matter? Go on, Reek. A nice close shave. Reek, tell Father where are Bran and Rickon Stark? I don't know, my lord. You murdered them and displayed their corpses at Winterfell. Reek, did you murder the Stark boys? No, my lord. Just two farm boys. And crisped them so no one would know. Yes, my lord. The Starks have always ruled the North. If Bran and Rickon are alive, the country will rally to their side now that Robb Stark is gone. Oh, that's right, Reek. Robb Stark is dead. Sorry. I know he was like a brother to you. But my father put a knife through his heart. How do you feel about that? - You ready for a hunt? - Always. Find those boys and I'll give you 1,000 acres and a holdfast. Your pet rat have any thoughts on which way they went after Winterfell? Jon Snow is at Castle Black. Who the fuck is Jon Snow? Their bastard brother. He could be sheltering them. He may know where they are. Even if he doesn't, he's half Stark himself. Could be a threat. You want to prove yourself a Bolton? Gather whatever men you can and ride for Moat Cailin. Bring this creature of yours. Maybe he'll be of some use. Take the Moat for the family, for our family, and I'll reconsider your position. Lord Varys. Breakfasting with the king? I'm afraid foreigners aren't welcome at such exclusive affairs. - Oh, to be foreign. - Ahem. Shae has been noticed. Sansa's maid saw you with her. She already told your sister. It's only a matter of time before your father hears. So I'm guilty of being seen with my own wife's handmaiden. My father will ask you if there's anything more and you'll tell him some clever lie. No, I will not. How long do you imagine your father and sister would let me live if they suspected me of lying? I have no pet sellsword to protect me. No legendary brother to avenge me. Only little birds who whisper in my ear. Forgive me if I don't weep for you. No one weeps for spiders or whores. I have friends across the sea who could help her. She won't leave. I've told her this is a dangerous place so many times, she no longer believes it. Your father has promised to hang the next whore he finds you with. Have you ever known your father to make an idle threat? From House Tyrell and the people of the Reach, Your Grace, it is my honor to present you with this wedding cup. May you and my daughter Margaery drink deep and live long. A handsome goblet, my lord. Or shall I call you Father? I shall be honored, Your Grace. She's the whore I told you about. The dark-haired one. Have her brought to the Tower of the Hand before the wedding. A book? "The Lives of Four Kings." Grand Maester Kaeth's history of the reigns of Daeron the Young Dragon, Baelor the Blessed, Aegon the Unworthy, and Daeron the Good. A book every king should read. Now that the war is won, we should all find time for wisdom. Thank you, Uncle. One of only two Valyrian steel swords in the capital, Your Grace, freshly forged in your honor. Careful, Your Grace. Nothing cuts like Valyrian steel. So they say. Such a great sword should have a name. - What shall I call her? - Stormbringer. - Terminus. - Widow's Wail. - Wolfsbane. - Widow's Wail. I like that. Every time I use it, it'll be like cutting off Ned Stark's head all over again. Don't. You want me on the desk? - What's wrong, my lion? - Don't call me that. What should I call you? I'm afraid our friendship can't continue. Our friendship? There's a ship waiting in the harbor bound for Pentos. What? You'll have your own cabin, of course, and across the Narrow Sea a house, servants. What is this? I'm a married man. My wife has suffered a great deal, as you well know. I don't want her to suffer anymore on my account. I need to uphold my vows. She doesn't want you. - I need to do right by her. - You don't want her. By our children. - What are you afraid of? - I'm not afraid. You are. You are afraid of your father and your sister. - You're going to run from them all your life? - I need you to leave. I'm not afraid of them. I'm not going to run. - Shae. - We will fight them together. It's like you said, I am yours and you are mine. You're a whore! Sansa is fit to bear my children and you are not. I can't be in love with a whore. I can't have children with a whore. How many men have you been with? 500? 5,000? 500 5000 How many whores have you been with? I have enjoyed my time with all of them and I have enjoyed my time with you most of all. But now that time is over. You'll have a comfortable life in Pentos. Bronn will escort you to your ship. Hear us now. Accept these tokens of our faith, my lord, and lead us from the darkness. Sire, I served you well. Lord of Light, show us the way... Selyse, you're my sister! Yours are the stars that guide us. Tell him! Tell him! Lord of Light, protect us, for the night is dark and full of terrors. Did you see? Their souls. It was their souls. Our lord took them. Did you see? Lord Florent was your brother by law. He was an infidel. He worshipped the gods of his fathers and their fathers before him. They were the gods of your fathers, too. I ordered him to tear down his idols. He disobeyed. How many ships did he bring to your cause? How many men? A good deal more than you. Did you see, Ser Davos? They're with our lord now. Their sins all burned away. Did you see? I'm sure they're more than grateful, my queen. Meat's off. Our larders are almost empty. Serve fish, then. We're on an island. You hate fish. I hate a good many things, but I suffer them all the same. When Storm's End was under siege and I was starving, Stannis boiled soup for me from books. The binding glue is made from horses. One morning, he shot two seagulls on the beach. I've never tasted anything as good as grilled seagull. - Do you remember? - Of course I remember. Have you ever known true hunger, my lady? It's all I knew when I was a child. Until you found the Lord of Light? Until he found me. I fear for our daughter's soul. Every mother should fear for her child's soul. - She's a stubborn little beast. - She's a child. You barely know her. You think she's sweet because she smiles when you visit. She's sullen and stubborn and sinful. Why else would the Lord of Light have seen fit to mark her face? She needs the rod. She's my daughter. You will not strike her. As you command. Perhaps the Lady Melisandre could speak with her. Come in. Were you sleeping, Princess? Did you watch the ceremony on the beach? I heard it. And it frightened you? Ser Axel was my uncle. He was always kind to me. They're in a better place now, Princess. The fire cleansed them of the sins of the world. But they screamed. Women scream when they give birth. Afterward they are filled with joy. Afterward they aren't ash and bone. You have so many questions, don't you? So did I when I was a child. I was much like you. Only I wasn't a princess. And you didn't have this. No. But I suffered in other ways, sweet girl, believe me. What do you know of the gods? I read "The Seven-Pointed Star." Lies and fables. Septons speak of seven gods. There are but two-- a god of light and love and joy and a god of darkness, evil, and fear. Eternally at war. There are no seven heavens and no seven hells? There's only one hell, Princess. The one we live in now. Hodor. Why did you wake me? You've been gone for hours. I was hungry. We're all hungry. I was just eating. Summer was eating. Your body can't live on the food your wolf consumes. Spending too much time in Summer's skin is dangerous. You're not a direwolf, Bran. Must be glorious, though. To run, to leap, to hunt. To be whole. I know that's tempting, but if you're trapped in Summer for too long, you'll forget what it was to be human. You'd forget us, Bran. You'd forget your mother and father. You'd forget your brothers and sisters. You'd forget Winterfell. You'd forget you. And if we lose you, we lose everything. Hodor, take me to the tree. Look for me... ...beneath the tree. He saw us. North. I know where we have to go. Let it be known that Margaery of House Tyrell and Joffrey of the Houses Lannister and Baratheon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. With this kiss, I pledge my love. We have a new queen. Better her than you. - Bit much, wouldn't you say? - It feels proportionate. - Proportionate to what? - The expected extravagance. People who spend their money on this sort of nonsense tend not to have it for long. You ought to try enjoying something before you die. You might find it suits you. Not now, Mace. Lord Tywin and I are speaking. Anyway, I don't know what you're complaining about. I'm paying my share. Shall we stick golden roses in half the meat pies to commemorate your generosity? No, your heartfelt thank-you is its own reward. I would imagine I'd be hearing it again before long. Wars are rather expensive. "The Iron Bank will have its due." How they love to remind everyone. Almost as much as you Lannisters with your debts. I'm not worried about the Iron Bank. We both know you're smarter than that. Come, Tywin, let us celebrate young love. All taken care of. - You saw her board the ship? - Aye, she's on it. You saw the ship sail away? No one knows she's there but you, me, and Varys. How do you know? Because if someone follows me without an invitation, I'm the last person they ever follow. There's someone following you? She's gone. I know you don't want to believe it, but she is. Now, go drink till it feels like you did the right thing. Hello. - Hello. - Not you. You look exquisite, child. The wind has been at you, though. I haven't had the opportunity to tell you how sorry I was to hear about your brother. War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid. What sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reasons to fear marriage. My lady. My lady. Lord Tyrion, you see? Not as bad as all that. Perhaps if your pauper husband were to sell his mule and his last pair of shoes, he might be able to afford to bring you to Highgarden for a visit. Now that peace has come and all is right with the world, it would do you good to see some of it. You must excuse me. It's time I ate some of this food I paid for. A coat of gold Or a coat of red A lion still has claws And mine, my lord... Very good. Very good. Off you go. My love, why don't we make the announcement? Everyone. The queen would like to say a few words. We are so fortunate to enjoy this marvelous food and drink. Not all among us are so lucky. To thank the gods for bringing the recent war to a just end, King Joffrey has decreed that the leftovers from our feast be given to the poorest in his city. You're an example to us all. Ser Jaime, I'm very sorry. Ser Loras, it's quite all right. Your sister looks very beautiful. As does yours. So, looking forward to your wedding? Yes, very much. Our fathers are both rather keen on the prospect. They certainly are. Perhaps they should get married. If you were to marry Cersei, she'd murder you in your sleep. If you somehow managed to put a child in her first, she'd murder him, too, long before he drew his first breath. Luckily for you, none of this will happen because you'll never marry her. And neither will you. Your Grace. My king. - My queen. - Lady Brienne. So good of you to come. I'm no lady, Your Grace. Did you just bow? Apologies, Your Grace. I never did master the curtsy. You're the one who put a sword through Renly Baratheon. That's not true, my love. Brienne had nothing to do with it. A shame. I'd knight the man that put an end to that deviant's life. I just wanted to congratulate you both and wish you good fortune. The country has been at war too long. I hope your reign is long and peaceful. - Yes, yes. - Thank you. I hope we see more of you. Lady Brienne. You're Lord Selwyn Tarth's daughter. That makes you a lady whether you want to be or not. As you say, Your Grace. I owe you my gratitude. You returned my brother safely to King's Landing. In truth, he rescued me, Your Grace. More than once. Did he? Haven't heard that story before. Not such a fascinating story, I'm afraid. I'm sure you have many fascinating stories. Sworn to Renly Baratheon. Sworn to Catelyn Stark. And now my brother. Must be exciting to flit from one camp to the next serving whichever lord or lady you fancy. I don't serve your brother, Your Grace. But you love him. Your Grace. No, no, come to my chambers and I will examine you personally. - She'll do no such thing. - Oh, Your Grace. Yes, well, this young lady sought my advice-- You should see Qyburn. He's quite good. - Your Grace. - Qyburn? Deplorable man. Brought shame on the Citadel with his repugnant experiments. More repugnant than your gnarled fingers on that girl's thighs? Your Grace, I am a man of learning. My little brother had you sent to the Black Cells when you annoyed him. What do you think I could do to you if you annoyed me? I never meant to annoy anyone. But you are. You annoy me right now. Every breath you draw in my presence annoys me. So here's what I want you to do. I want you to leave my presence. Leave this wedding right now. Go to the kitchens and instruct them that all the leftovers from the feast will be brought to the kennels. Your Grace, Queen Margaery-- The queen is telling you the leftovers will feed the dogs or you will. A gold dragon to whoever knocks my fool's hat off. You're in rather a good mood. - I suppose I am. - I won't ask why. - Small pleasures. - Your Grace. Lord Tywin. Prince Oberyn. I don't believe you have met Ellaria. This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister the Queen Regent. I suppose it is former Queen Regent now. Lord Hand and Lady Cersei, - Ellaria Sand. - My lord. My lady. Charmed. Can't say I've ever met a Sand before. We are everywhere in Dorne. I have 10,000 brothers and sisters. Bastards are born of passion, aren't they? We don't despise them in Dorne. No? How tolerant of you. I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities. Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked. I suppose you'll never know, Prince Oberyn. It's a shame your older brother couldn't attend the wedding. Please give him our regards. With any luck, the gout will abate with time and he will be able to walk again. They call it the rich man's disease. A wonder you don't have it. Noblemen in my part of the country don't enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne. People everywhere have their differences. In some places the highborn frown upon those of low birth. In other places the rape and murder of women and children is considered distasteful. What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place. Everyone, silence! Clear the floor. There's been too much amusement here today. A royal wedding is not an amusement. A royal wedding is history. The time has come for all of us to contemplate our history. My lords... my ladies... I give you King Joffrey... ...Renly, Stannis, Robb Stark, Balon Greyjoy. The War of the Five Kings. I'm the rightful king. - King in the North! - Yes! Traitor. You're a traitor. For the Seven Kingdoms! Let the war begin. Renly, you're no king. Away, degenerate. Away. Away. Ooh, careful. - Go on. - I want you to be my prince. Stannis! Who's got the gold now, Stark? I am the rightful king. Challenge me, ruffian. - Take that. - I'm drowning. I'm drowning. I am the King in the North! Not wildfire! Pay each of them 20 gold when this is done. Yes, my lord. We'll have to find another way to thank the king. Charge! Ready, again. I am the King in the North! - Charge! - Charge! Fine gentlemen. Well fought. Well fought. Here you are. Champion's purse. Though you're not the champion yet, are you? A true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign. Uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume. One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace. I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne. Be careful, though. This one is clearly mad with lust. It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night. A fine vintage. Shame that it spilled. It did not spill. My love, come back to me. It's time for my father's toast. Well, how does he expect me to toast without wine? Uncle, you can be my cupbearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight. Your Grace does me a great honor. It's not meant as an honor. Bring me my goblet. What good is an empty cup? Fill it. Kneel. Kneel before your king. Kneel. I said... kneel! Look, the pie. My queen. Wonderful. Wonderful. My hero. - Can we leave now? - Let's find out. Uncle. Where are you going? You're my cupbearer, remember? I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace. No, no, no. No, you're perfect the way you are. Serve me my wine. Well, hurry up. This pie is dry. Mm, good. Needs washing down. If it please Your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired. No. No, you'll wait here... Your Grace? It's nothing. - He's choking! - Help the poor boy. - Idiots, help your king. - Move away! - Joffrey! Joffrey! - Help him! - Someone help him! - Joffrey! - Come with me now. - Joffrey! Joffrey! If you want to live, we have to leave. Don't touch him! Joffrey. Joffrey, what is it? Help him! My son. He's gone. Our king is gone. He did this. He poisoned my son, your king. Take him. Take him! Take him! Take him! In a coat of gold Or a coat of red A lion still has claws And mine are long And sharp, my lord As long and sharp as yours And so he spoke and so he spoke That Lord of Castamere And now the rains Weep o'er his hall With no one there to hear Yes, now the rains Weep o'er his hall And not a soul to hear. 

#第三十二集

#本集共有单词数：138  总词数：8346

a = ['Accept', 'Afterward', 'Bastards', 'Blessed', 'Bold', 'Breakfasting', 'Brought', 'Challenge', 'Champion', 'Charge', 'Charmed', 'Command', 'Cursed', 'Daeron', 'Deplorable', 'Eternally', 'Gather', 'Gilded', 'Idiots', 'Kaeth', 'Leygood', 'Lies', 'Meat', 'Needs', 'Peeled', 'Plan', 'Pointed', 'Price', 'Proportionate', 'Ready', 'Removed', 'Rip', 'Savages', 'Septons', 'Sire', 'Spending', 'Star', 'Stormbringer', 'Sworn', 'Tansy', 'Terminus', 'Train', 'Unusual', 'Unworthy', 'Wail', 'Wearing', 'Widow', 'abate', 'account', 'acres', 'amusement', 'announcement', 'annoy', 'annoyed', 'annoys', 'asunder', 'challengers', 'cleansed', 'commemorate', 'consumes', 'contemplate', 'costume', 'counterparts', 'crisped', 'decreed', 'desk', 'deviant', 'discovers', 'displayed', 'due', 'edged', 'exquisite', 'fables', 'fascinating', 'firsthand', 'flit', 'fortune', 'freshly', 'frown', 'gentlemen', 'glue', 'gnarled', 'goblet', 'gout', 'grilled', 'hat', 'heartfelt', 'heavens', 'horrid', 'hunger', 'imitation', 'infidel', 'instincts', 'instruct', 'island', 'keen', 'latter', 'leftovers', 'lifestyle', 'mule', 'nicer', 'pauper', 'peaceful', 'pies', 'pleasures', 'poorest', 'proportionate', 'razor', 'regal', 'reigns', 'repugnant', 'rescued', 'rubbed', 'ruffian', 'ruled', 'screamer', 'seagull', 'sheltering', 'sinful', 'smarter', 'smuggle', 'sparring', 'spilled', 'starves', 'sullen', 'suspected', 'thighs', 'thunderbolts', 'toast', 'tokens', 'tolerant', 'trapped', 'unshaven', 'washing', 'wastes', 'watered', 'weeps', 'wipe']

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