[美剧赏析] 权力的游戏<Game of Thrones>完全赏析 (33-34)

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。

You did this. You did this! - We have to leave. - Take him! Take him! Where is his wife? Where's Sansa? Find her. Bar the gates of the city. Seize every ship in the harbor. - Where is she?! - No one leaves the capital! No one! - Get in. - Where are we going? Somewhere safe. Up you go, my lady. You'll be fine. You're stronger than you know. - Lord Baelish? - Petyr. Are you hurt, my lady? Good. Good. I'm sure you've had quite a fright. Rest easy. - The worst is past. - Lord Baelish. I promised I'd get her to you safely. Softly, my friend. Voices carry over water. I should get back before someone thinks to look for me. First you'll want your pay. - 10,000 was it? - 10,000. Wait! Shh. You don't want the queen to hear, do you? 1,000 gold cloaks are searching for you. And if they found you, how do you think they would punish the girl who murdered the king? - I didn't murder anyone. - I know. I know. But you must admit it looks suspicious. The king who executed your father, who tormented you for years, and you fled the scene of his murder. Why did you kill him? Because he was a drunk and a fool and I don't trust drunk fools. He saved me. Saved you? My lady, he followed my orders. Every one of them. And he did it all for gold. Money buys a man's silence for a time. A bolt in the heart buys it forever. He was helping me because I saved his life. Yes, and he gave you a priceless necklace that once belonged to his grandmother. The last legacy of House Hollard. I had it made a few weeks ago. What did I once tell you about the capital? We're all liars here. Come, my lady. I know you've had a difficult day. But you're safe now. I promise you that. You're safe with me and sailing home. So am I the queen? More than you were with Renly. Less than you would have been if Joffrey had done you the courtesy of consummating the marriage before dying. In any case, this would not be an opportune moment to press the issue. Clawing at his own throat, looking to his mother to make it stop-- it was horrible. The world is overflowing with horrible things. But they're all a tray of cakes next to death. They brought me your grandfather's body when he died, you know? Made me look at it. What was it like? They took me to the Great Hall and there he was. The man I'd married and suffered to father my children. A great doughy lump I'd sat next to at endless dinners and tedious gatherings. There he was... lying on a table. One of my husbands preferred the company of men and was stabbed through the heart. Another was happiest torturing animals and was poisoned at our wedding feast. - I must be cursed. - Nonsense. Your circumstances have improved markedly. You may not have enjoyed watching him die, but you enjoyed it more than you would have enjoyed being married to him, I can promise you that. But I would have been the queen. Our alliance with the Lannisters remains every bit as necessary to them as it is unpleasant for us. You did wonderful work on Joffrey. The next one should be easier. Your brother is dead. Do you know what that means? I'm not trying to trick you. It means I'll become king. Yes, you will become king. What kind of king do you think you'll be? A good king? Mm, I think so as well. You've got the right temperament for it. But what makes a good king? Hmm? What is a good king's single most important quality? This is hardly the place or the time. Holiness? Baelor the Blessed was holy. And pious. He built this sept. He also named a six-year-old boy high septon because he thought the boy could work miracles. He ended up fasting himself into an early grave because food was of this world and this world was sinful. Justice. A good king must be just. Orys I was just. Everyone applauded his reforms. Nobles and commoners alike. But he wasn't just for long. He was murdered in his sleep after less than a year by his own brother. Was that truly just of him? To abandon his subjects to an evil that he was too gullible to recognize? - No. - No. - What about strength? - Yes. Strength. King Robert was strong. He won the rebellion and crushed the Targaryen dynasty. And he attended three small council meetings in 17 years. He spent his time whoring and hunting and drinking until the last two killed him. So, we have a man who starves himself to death, a man who lets his own brother murder him, and a man who thinks that winning and ruling are the same thing. What do they all lack? - Wisdom. - Yes! Wisdom is what makes a good king. Yes. But what is wisdom? Hmm? A house with great wealth and fertile lands asks you for your protection against another house with a strong navy that could one day oppose you. How do you know which choice is wise and which isn't? You've any experience of treasuries and granaries or shipyards and soldiers? - No. - No. Of course not. A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn't. You're young. A wise young king listens to his counselors and heeds their advice until he comes of age. And the wisest kings continue to listen to them long afterwards. Your brother was not a wise king. Your brother was not a good king. If he had been, perhaps he'd still be alive. Now, as the king, you will have to marry. Do you understand why? A king needs a queen. Yes, but why? To further the family line. - Do you know how that happens? - Yes. Yes, but has anyone explained the details to you? I don't think so. It's all relatively straightforward. - How are you? - I'm all right. You are. You will be. I'll see to that. Please give the queen a moment alone with her son. - Yes, my lord. - All of you. It was Tyrion. He killed him. He told me he would. "A day will come when you think you are safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth." That's what he said to me. You saw it. You saw Joff point at him just before he-- I don't know what I saw. Avenge him. Avenge our son. Kill Tyrion. Tyrion's my brother. Our brother. There'll be a trial. We'll get to the truth of what happened. I don't want a trial. He'll squirm his way to freedom given the chance. I want him dead. Please, Jaime. You have to. He was our son. Our baby boy. You're a hateful woman. Why have the gods made me love a hateful woman? Jaime, not here, please. Please. Stop it. - Stop it. Stop. - No. Stop it. Stop. Stop. Stop. It's not right. It's not right. It's not right. I don't care. - Don't. - I don't care. - Don't. Jaime, don't. - I don't care. Gonna rain soon. Where are we? Near Fairmarket, I think. You think? You don't have a map? - No, I don't have a map. - Maybe we should get one. Just point out the next map shop you see and I'll buy you one. How far is it to the Eyrie? Far. And you're sure we're going the right way? Believe me, girl, I want you there as soon as I can. Get my gold, be on my way. - On your way where? - Why do you care? Might book passage across the Narrow Sea. Fight as a sellsword. Second Sons, could be. Seems like a good fit for me. I'd like to see Braavos one day. Why Braavos? I have friends there. I doubt it. Seven blessings to you. What do you want? What do I want? This is my land. If I'm standing on it, it's my land. We were just watering the horses. We'll be on our way. Forgive my father. He was wounded fighting in the war. Our cottage burned down while he was gone and my mother with it. He's never been the same. Which house did he fight for? The Tullys of Riverrun. There's a storm coming. You'll be wanting a roof tonight. There's fresh hay in the barn. And Sally here makes rabbit stew just like her mom used to do. We don't have much, but any man that bled for House Tully is welcome to it. We ask the Father to judge us with mercy accepting our human frailty. We ask the Mother to bless our crops so we may feed ourselves and all who come to our door. We ask the Warrior to give us courage in these days of strife and turmoil. We ask the Maiden to protect Sally's virtue to keep her from the clutches of depravity. You got to do all seven of the fuckers? Father! We ask the Smith to strengthen our hands and our backs so we may finish the work required of us. We ask the Crone to guide us on our journey from darkness to darkness. And we ask the Stranger not to kill us in our beds tonight for no damn reason at all. I'm so sorry. Really good. - Did you fight at the Twins? - Call that a fight? Slaughtering livestock more like. The Red Wedding they're calling it. Walder Frey committed sacrilege that day. He shared bread and salt with the Starks. He offered them guest right. Guest right don't mean much anymore. It means something to me. The gods will have their vengeance. Frey will burn in the seventh hell for what he did. Things were different when Hoster Tully ruled the Riverlands. We had good years and bad years, same as anyone. But we were safe. Now with the Freys, raiders come plundering, steal our food, steal our silver. I was gonna send Sally north to stay with my brother, but the north's no better. The whole country's gone sour. You got any ale? Afraid not. How can a man not keep ale in his home? You look like you could really swing that sword. A real warrior with proper training. Those raiders wouldn't stand a chance against you. How would it be if you stayed on till the new moon? I could use a man to help with the farmwork. Sally does what she can, but she can't lift a bale of hay. And if any thieves came looking for easy pickings, one look at you, I'd bet they'd run the other way. Meaning no offense. What'll you pay? I don't have much. But I have hidden a bit of silver from the bandits. Fair wages for fair work? Fair wages for fair work. - What did you do?! - Get your horse saddled. - You told me you weren't a thief. - I wasn't. He took us in. He fed us and you-- Aye, he took us in. He's a good man and his daughter makes a nice stew. And they'll both be dead come winter. - You don't know that. - I do know it. He's weak. He can't protect himself. They'll both be dead come winter. Dead men don't need silver. You're the worst shit in the Seven Kingdoms. There's plenty worse than me. I just understand the way things are. How many Starks they got to behead before you figure it out? Raper. Raper. Horse thief. Ninth born son. Raper. Thief. Thief and raper. There he is, Sam the Slayer. Going to visit your wildling whore? - She's not a whore. - No? Maybe I'll give her a copper tonight and find out. They all think I'm lying. About what? Killing the white walker. You're not lying. I'll never forget the way it screamed. But you're the only one that saw it. And they all think you're just a-- A what? Well, a wildling. My father hated that word. It's not a very nice word, I suppose. I don't know. It makes me sound a bit dangerous, doesn't it? So... are you all right? No one bothering you? I get a lot of looks. I hear them making their jokes. But no one's touched me if that's what you mean. I worry about it sometimes. All the time. Why do you worry about it? 100 men, one woman. They've got other things to think about. That's the only thing they think about. - You're being silly. - I'm not being silly. There's 100 men lying awake at night picturing you. What about you? What about me? Gilly? I worry about you. Thank you. For what? For worrying about me. I don't know if you're safe here. They're my brothers, but some of them were thieves before they came here. Some of them were rapers. You saw what they did at your father's keep. So what are you saying? Maybe you'd be safer in Mole's Town. Are you bored of me? Bored of you? I... I want to protect you. I'll get these to Hobb. Keep an eye on little Sam. Your Grace. You're a literary man now. What do you make of that? - Joffrey? - The usurper Joffrey Baratheon. I said those words when I tossed a leech into the fire. A leech filled with bastard blood. A bastard you set free. I am now faced with a great opportunity and I am powerless to take advantage of it. I will find you an army, Your Grace. - I've been working day and night-- - What progress have you made? I've rallied House Peasebury to your cause. House Peasebury. - House Musgood. - House Musgood. - And House Haigh. - House Haigh. They don't have enough men between them to raid a pantry. Westeros is not the world, Your Grace. We need to look east for ships and men. 10,000 skilled soldiers fight for the Golden Company. - The Golden Company? - They've never broken a contract. They're sellswords. We're willing to use blood magic to put you on the throne, but we're not willing to pay men to fight? Now the Red Woman's magic is real. Her visions and prophecies may be, too, but I've never heard of visions and prophecies winning a war. Soldiers win wars. Soldiers on the ground. It's dirty on the ground. We don't have any gold. Not yet. If I do not press my claim, my claim will be forgotten. I will not become a page in someone else's history book. I'm running out of time, Ser Davos. Which means you're running out of time. You're late. I'm sorry, Princess. I thought you weren't coming. The Hand of the King doesn't have much leisure time. You won't be a very good Hand if you see the word knight and say "ka-nigit." That happened once, weeks ago. You're your father's daughter, no mistake. Bloody relentless, the both of you. It's a new one today. Lots of tricky words. But I think you can manage. You'll never read well if you move your lips. That's how children do it. "The Life and Adventures of Elyo Grivas First Sword of Braavos." Thank you very much. I like this one. It's full of sword fights and pirates. You were a pirate once. No, I was never a pirate. I was a smuggler. What's the difference? Well, if you're a famous smuggler, you're not doing it right. My father says a criminal is a criminal. Your father lacks an appreciation of the finer points of bad behavior. So do the Braavosi. - You've sailed to Braavos? - Of course. Almost got beheaded by a First Sword of Braavos. I tried to explain to him the difference between pirates and smugglers, but he didn't seem any more interested in the distinction than your father. I suppose if you work for the Iron Bank of Braavos and each one of your gold barges is worth half a kingdom, you tend not to be overly concerned with the kind of distinction-- - What was that for? - I need you to write a message. You should write it yourself. It's good practice. It's too important for me. I need a smart person to do it. Go on. To the offices of the Iron Bank of Braavos from Stannis Baratheon the one true king of Westeros. But that's not you. I need to get their attention. Go on. Write. He's seen some adventures, hasn't he? - Precious little thing. - Thank you. - What's his name? - Sam. Lovely. That the daddy? No. Where's the daddy? He's dead. Oh. Where you from? North of here. North of here? You a fucking wildling? - Only room and board? - That's right. She'll clean and cook and look after the other girls' babies. Could find other work for her, too. - No other work. - There'd be money. Give you a piece of it. No other work. I promise to come back and visit whenever I can. You'll be safer here. Who's gonna protect you at Castle Black? Me? You protected me north of the Wall. This is different. They're brothers of the Night's Watch and I can't just stab them in the back and I can't run away, which is what we did at Craster's. You have to trust me. It's for the best. Best for you. Oh, Gilly. Please don't. Greedy. No? I'm sorry. You're lovely, I just never acquired the taste. You're calling my beauty an acquired taste? That's quite all right, lover. It's more for you. Your loss. You like them both the same? - Boys and girls? - Does that surprise you? Everyone has a preference. Then everyone is missing half the world's pleasure. The gods made that and it delights me. The gods made this and it delights me. When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne. When it comes to love, I don't choose sides. I hope I have as much stamina when I'm your age. What are you, 25? Children. Someday, if you're lucky, you will wake up and realize you are old. That pretty ass of yours will sag. Your belly will grow soft and your back will ache in the night and gray hairs will sprout from your ears. No one will want you anymore. Make sure you fucked your fill before that day. Did you? He is a prince of Dorne. Girls and boys will line up to fuck him till the day he dies. They will all have to line up behind you. - Prince Oberyn. - Lord Tywin. May we have the room? Call my name if you need me, lover. Would you like to sit? No, thank you. Some wine? No, thank you. - I'm sorry about your grandson. - Are you? I don't believe that a child is responsible for the sins of his father. Or his grandfather. An awful way to die. Which way is that? Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin? Some believe the king choked. Some believe the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant. The king was poisoned. I hear you studied poisons at the Citadel. I did. This is why I know. Your hatred for my family is rather well known. You arrive at the capital, an expert in poisoning, some days later my grandson dies of poisoning. Rather suspicious. Why haven't you thrown me in a dungeon? You spoke with Tyrion in this very brothel on the day that you arrived. What did you discuss? You think we conspired together? What did you discuss? The death of my sister. For which you blame me. She was raped and murdered by the Mountain. The Mountain follows your orders. Of course I blame you. Here I stand unarmed, unguarded. Should I be concerned? You are unarmed and unguarded because you know me better than that. I am a man of reason. If I cut your throat today, I will be drawn and quartered tomorrow. Men at war commit all kinds of crimes without their superiors' knowledge. So you deny involvement in Elia's murder? Categorically. I would like to speak with the Mountain. I'm sure he would enjoy speaking with you. He might not enjoy it as much as he thinks he would. I could arrange for this meeting. But you want something in return. There will be a trial for my son. And as custom dictates, three judges will render a verdict. I will preside. Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge. I would like you to be the third. Why? Not long ago, the Tyrells sided with Renly Baratheon. Declared themselves enemies of the throne. Now they are our strongest allies. Well, you made the Tyrell girl a queen. Asking me to judge at your son's trial isn't quite as tempting. I will also invite you to sit on the small council to serve as one of the new king's principal advisors. I never realized you had such respect for Dorne, Lord Tywin. We are not the Seven Kingdoms until Dorne returns to the fold. The king is dead. The Greyjoys are in open rebellion. A wildling army marches on the Wall. And in the East, a Targaryen girl has three dragons. Before long, she will turn her eyes to Westeros. Only the Dornish managed to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons. You're saying you need us? That must be hard for you to admit. We need each other. You help me serve justice to the king's assassins and I will help you serve justice to Elia's. Podrick. Apologies for the stench. I brought you some wine, my lord, but they took it from me. A noble effort. They didn't find the candles, though. A quill, some parchment, duck sausage, almonds, and some hard cheese. You're a good lad. Any word of Shae? I've heard nothing, my lord. I suppose that's a good thing. What are they saying about me out there? You're to stand trial in a fortnight for murdering the king. Do you believe I murdered Joffrey? No, my lord. You didn't? No. Gods, no. The world is a better place without him, but I had nothing to do with it. I would like to think if I were arranging a royal assassination, I'd plan it in such a way that I wouldn't be standing there gawking like a fool when the king died. Trial in a fortnight. Have they announced the judges yet? - Your father. - Of course. Mace Tyrell. Who will vote exactly as my father tells him to vote. And Prince Oberyn of Dorne. Oberyn? Give it to my father. He never fails to take advantage of a family tragedy. I'm supposed to get a list of names from you, my lord. Anyone who might testify on your behalf. Oh, I can call my own witnesses? How generous of them. Very well, my wife. Sansa. My lord, she's gone. Gone? No one's seen her since the wedding. You don't think she... No one had more cause to kill Joffrey than Sansa, but the girl is no assassin. Whoever killed the king wanted me to lose my head for it. And with my wife's disappearance, it makes me seem that much more guilty. - Podrick. - Yes, my lord? - They'll be following you now. - Who will? I don't know. They. They. The ominous they. The man pulling the strings. Or woman. My father. Maybe Joffrey was too much work for him. Sweet Tommen will be so much easier to handle. Whenever something bad happens to me, I assume it's my sister that had a hand in it. But say what you will of Cersei, she loves her children. She is the only one I'm certain had nothing to do with this murder. Which makes it unique as King's Landing murders go. Any other witnesses, my lord? Varys could vouch for me if he dared. He's already been called as a witness for the queen. Of course. Fetch Bronn. I have a job for him. I've already asked, my lord. - They won't let him see you. - Why not? They say he's a known cutthroat and your close associate. He's under investigation himself. And my brother? Will they at least allow me to see Jaime? I'll ask, my lord. There's something else, my lord. A man, I didn't know his face, he came to ask if I'd testify against you. Said I'd be named Ser Podrick Payne if I told the judges you'd bought a poison called the Strangler. Ser Podrick Payne? Has a nice ring to it. What did you tell him? I didn't tell them anything, my lord. Are you going to accept their offer? My lord. Testifying against me wasn't a suggestion. If they can't tempt you with honey, they'll choose something less sweet. You've been good to me, my lord. Pod, the trial's in a fortnight. They'll want an answer before that. I already gave them an answer, my lord. I will not have you dying on my behalf. Do you hear me? If I have to take that long walk to the executioner's block, I don't want to see your head already mounted. - My lord. - Pod, I am giving you an order. Go and find my brother. Tell him I need him. And get yourself out of King's Landing before it's too late. Pod! This is farewell. Farewell, my lord. Pod. There has never lived a more loyal squire. Mother says it's time to eat. What's she got boiling? Wait. Wait. Let me guess. - Potatoes. - Potatoes. Well, no one boils a potato better than your mom. Has she got-- The wildlings! Guymon! Hide. Hide! You know how to get to Castle Black? Yes. Yes. Those your parents? Open your eyes. I'm going to eat them. Do you hear me? I'm going to eat your dead mama and I'm going to eat your dead papa. Go tell the crows at Castle Black. We need to teach them a lesson about the way we deal with their kind. Aye! Aye! Three dozen bodies with slit throats tossed off the top of the Wall. Seems like that would be a good lesson. Aye! If we go after them, we'll be giving them what they want. They want to draw us out, pick us off a few at a time. We have just over 100 men. And that's including stewards and builders. And me. We can't afford to lose a single man. We must remember our first responsibility. We are the watchers on the Wall. There's got to be a way to protect them. You're a champion of the common people, Lord Snow. What do you say to Brother Pyp's proposition? Mance Rayder is coming. If the wildlings breach the Wall, they'll roll over everything and everyone for 1,000 miles before they reach an army that can stop them. We need to shore up Castle Black and we need to defend the Wall. That is our job. Rangers returning. Help him. Thought you'd have blue eyes by now. What took you so long? - We were held up. - By what? Chains. We were guests of the mutineers at Craster's Keep. - And the mutineers stayed? - They're not going anywhere. They've got Craster's food and his wives. Poor girls. Never thought they'd miss their daddy. Karl's running things now. He's the one who put a knife through Craster's mouth. We need to ride north and kill them all. We just went over this, boy. - Justice can wait. - It's not about justice. I told the wildlings we had over 1,000 men at Castle Black alone. Karl and the others know the truth as well as we do. How long do you think they'll keep that information to themselves when the wildlings are peeling their fingernails off? Mance has all he needs to crush us, he just doesn't know it yet. As soon as he gets his hands on them, he will. Then he'll throw his full strength at us. And even if every one of us kills 100 wildlings, there's still not a thing we can do to stop them. I don't think I can kill 100 wildlings. Are they attacking? A single rider. A champion of Meereen. They want you to send your own champion against him. What is he doing? I believe he means to... He says that we're an army of men without man parts. He claims you are no woman at all, but a man who... hides his cock in his own asshole. Ignore him, Your Grace. These are meaningless words. They're not meaningless if half the city you intend to take is listening to them. I have something to say to the people of Meereen. First, I will need this one to be quiet. Do I have a champion? Your Grace, I've won more single combats than any man alive. Which is why you must remain by my side. I've been by your side longer than any of them, Khaleesi. Let me stand for you today as well. You are my most trusted advisor, my most valued general, and my dearest friend. I will not gamble with your life. I was the last to join your army. I'm not your general or a member of your Queensguard or the commander of your Unsullied. My mother was a whore. I come from nothing. And before long, I will return to nothing. Let me kill this man for you. Very well. You have quite an audience. Make it worth their while. He is very brave, Your Grace. Yes, win or lose, as long as the whole city is watching. You sure you don't want a horse? Why would I want a horse? Horses are faster than men. Horses are dumber than men. 

#第三十三集

#本集共有单词数：159  总词数：8505

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My name is Grey Worm. I come from the Summer "Ills." Isles. Summer Isles. Summer Isles. I am from an island called Naath. When they took you? "When did they take me?" I was five years old. You remember your home? I remember when they rowed us away from shore. How white the beaches were. How tall the trees. And I remember my village burning. Smoke rising into the sky. Do you remember your home? Unsullied. Always Unsullied. Before Unsullied, nothing. That's not true. Perhaps one day you will return to the Summer Isles. I don't want return. Kill the masters. Kill the masters. How are the lessons coming? Very well, Your Grace. Missandei is teacher good, my queen. You'll have to continue later. It's time. Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa! Mhysa! Remind me, Ser Jorah, how many children did the Great Masters nail to mileposts? 163, Khaleesi. Yes, that was it. Your Grace, may I have a word? The city is yours. All these people, they're your subjects now. Sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy. I will answer injustice with justice. What the hell was that? That was me knocking your ass to the dirt with your own hand. You're a rare talent. When you're fighting cripples, anyway. You learned to fight like a good little boy. I'll bet that thrust through the Mad King's back was pretty as a picture. You want to fight pretty or you want to win? You talk to my brother this way? All the time. He got used to it. Do you think he did it? No. Oh, he hated the little twat, sure. But who didn't? And poison's not his style. Or murder, for that matter. You want to know for sure, why don't you ask him? You haven't been to see him yet, eh? We're done for today. Your brother ever tell you how I came into his service? You stood for him in his trial by combat at the Eyrie. Aye. But only when Lady Arryn demanded the trial take place that day. You were his first choice. He named you for his champion because he knew you would ride day and night to come fight for him. You gonna fight for him now? To tell you the truth, this isn't so bad. Four walls. A pot to piss in. I was chained to a wooden post covered in my own shit for months. Is that supposed to make me feel better? Maybe a bit. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. It's complicated, yes. - So how is our sister? - How do you think? Her son died in her arms. Her son? Don't. You know what's coming? My trial for regicide. Yes, I know. I know the whole bloody country thinks I'm guilty. I know that one of my three judges has wished me dead more times than I can count. And that judge is my father. As for Cersei, well, she's probably working on a way to avoid a trial altogether by having me killed. Now that you mention it, she did ask. So, should I turn around and close my eyes? Depends. Did you do it? The Kingslayer brothers. You like it? I like it. You're really asking if I killed your son? Are you really asking if I'd kill my brother? How can I help you? Well, you could set me free. You know I can't. Then there's really nothing else to say. What do you want me to do? Kill the guards? Sneak you out of the city in the back of a cart? I'm the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Sorry, I'd forgotten. I'd hate for you to do something inappropriate. Inappropriate? You're accused of killing the king. Freeing you is treason. Except I didn't do it. Which is why we're having a trial. A trial. If the killer threw himself before the Iron Throne, confessed to his crimes, and gave irrefutable evidence of his guilt, it wouldn't matter to Cersei. She won't rest until my head's on a spike. Not just yours. She's offering a knighthood to whomever finds Sansa Stark. Sansa couldn't have done this. She had more reason than anyone in the Seven Kingdoms. Do you think it's a coincidence she disappeared the same night Joffrey died? No, but... Sansa's not a killer. Not yet, anyway. Where are you taking me? I'm getting married to your Aunt Lysa. She's waiting for us at the Eyrie. You'll be safe there. Did you kill Joffrey? Did I kill Joffrey? I've been in the Vale for weeks. I know it was you. And who helped me with this conspiracy? Well, there was Ser Dontos. You used him to get me out of King's Landing, but you would never trust him to kill the king. Why not? Because you're too smart to trust a drunk. Then perhaps it was your husband. No. How do you know? I just do. You're right. He wasn't involved in Joffrey's death. But you were. Do you remember that lovely necklace Dontos gave you? I don't suppose you noticed that a stone was missing after the feast. The poison. I don't understand. The Lannisters gave you wealth, power. Joffrey made you the Lord of Harrenhal. A man with no motive is a man no one suspects. Always keep your foes confused. If they don't know who you are or what you want, they can't know what you plan to do next. I don't believe you. If they catch you, they'll put your head on a spike just like my father's. You'd risk that just to confuse them? So many men, they risk so little. They spend their lives avoiding danger. And then they die. I'd risk everything to get what I want. And what do you want? Everything. My friendship with the Lannisters was productive. But Joffrey, a vicious boy with a crown on his head, is not a reliable ally. And who could trust a friend like that? Who could trust you? I don't want friends like me. My new friends are predictable. Very reasonable people. As for what happened to Joffrey, well, that was something my new friends wanted very badly. Nothing like a thoughtful gift to make a new friendship grow strong. I can't believe you're going. Leaving me alone here with these people. The time has come, my dear. There's nothing more tedious than a trial. Except perhaps these gardens. If I have to take one more leisurely stroll through these gardens, I'll fling myself from the cliffs. Have you been to see Tommen yet? No. Have they even agreed to the match? No one tells me anything. I wasn't originally meant to marry your grandfather Luthor, you know. He was engaged to my sister, your great-aunt Viola. I was to be given to some Targaryen or other. Marrying a Targaryen was all the rage back then. But the moment I saw my intended, with his twitchy little ferret's face and ludicrous silver hair, I knew he wouldn't do. So the evening before Luthor was to propose to my sister, I got lost on my way back from my embroidery lesson and happened upon his chamber. - How absentminded of me. - Mm-hmm. The following morning, Luthor never made it down the stairs to propose to my sister 'cause the boy couldn't bloody walk. And once he could, the only thing he wanted was what I'd given him the night before. I was good. I was very, very good. You are even better. But you need to act quickly. Cersei may be vicious, but she's not stupid. She'll turn the boy against you as soon as she can. And by the time you're married, it'll be too late. Luckily for you, the Queen Regent is rather distracted at the moment. mourning her dear departed boy. Accusing her brother of his murder, which he didn't commit. Well, he could have done. He could have done, but he didn't. - You don't know, Grandmother. - But I do know. You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you? What? I don't understand. Shh. Don't you worry yourself about all that. You just do what needs to be done. Bring it through! And again. Very nice. Good. A lot of wildlings fight with a weapon in each hand. First thing you want to do is disarm them to try and even the odds. Let's see what you can do. Olly, you just watch for now. I can fight. Have you ever held a sword before? I was the best archer in our hamlet. I was! I believe you. We'll go hunting for rabbits one day. Rit now, watch and learn. You two. Take it slow, try and disarm each other. You know how to fight. You could have gone easier on him. He wouldn't have learned anything that way. What do you think you're doing? Grenn and I were helping them. Grenn's a ranger. You're a steward. Maybe you forgot that while you were off with your wildling bitch, but I didn't. Someone has to train them. And that someone isn't you. Go find a chamber pot to empty. Go on. Do it. You traitor's bastard. Give me an excuse. Mormont's not here to protect you now. Get back to work. Now! I said now! The bastard's well-liked. You're not. You think I care if they like me? We're at war. For now. But you can't be acting commander forever. There will be a choosing. The old maester will insist on it. You might reconsider his request to march on Craster's. Let the mutineers take care of Snow. Or you might be taking orders from him the rest of your life. A bastard, eh? Took you for highborn. My father was highborn. My mother wasn't. Name's Locke. Jon Snow. You fight well. What brought you up here? A sense of duty. I wanted to do my part for the safety of the realm. I was a game warden in the Stormlands. Fed a prized partridge to my hungry kids. I was stupid enough to get caught. Chose the Wall over losing my hand. Figured I wouldn't have to suck up to any highborn cunts here. Come on, get on with it. What are you waiting for? Summer? Guess I was wrong. You sent for me, Your Grace? Your Grace. How formal of you. How many Kingsguards are posted outside Tommen's door? Ser Boros is on duty tonight. - Tomorrow I believe-- - So one? You have one man guarding the future king? I promise you Tommen's safe. We're protecting him. The way you protected Joffrey? Why did Catelyn Stark set you free? - What? - I've been wondering for months. Ever since that great cow brought you back to the capital. Why did she set you free? You know why. She'd hoped I'd send her daughters back to her. She hoped or did you promise? I swore by all the gods that if her daughters were alive, I'd return them to her. So you made a sacred vow to the enemy. I wanted to get back to you. Should I have told her to fuck off? You didn't mean it, then? You have no loyalty to Catelyn Stark? Catelyn Stark's dead. So if I told you to leave the capital right now and find Sansa, if I told you to find that murderous little bitch and bring me her head, would you do it? I know you went to see Tyrion. That creature who murdered our son. I had to see him. I had to know for myself. And? He didn't do it, Cersei. You've always pitied him. Our poor little brother. Abused by the world. Despised by his father and sister. He'd kill us all if he could. I want four men at Tommen's door day and night. That will be all, Lord Commander. Ser Pounce? How did you get past the Kingsguard? Kingsguard. I don't think you're supposed to be here. Mother doesn't allow me to have visitors at night. I'm not a visitor, Your Grace. Word has it I'm to be your bride. Did you know that people in arranged marriages often never meet until their wedding day? Before we decide to spend our lives together, we ought to get to know one another. Don't you think? Yes. But if my mother found out-- It can be our secret. Hmm? If we're going to be man and wife, we'll have a few secrets from her, I hope. So, Your Grace... Yes? Tell me a secret. Hello. Aren't you a proper fellow? That's Ser Pounce. Very handsome. Joffrey didn't like him. He threatened to skin him alive and mix his innards up in my food so I wouldn't know I was eating him. That's very cruel. You don't strike me as cruel. No. I don't think I am. That's a relief. Because you know what happens when we marry? We say our vows in front of the high septon. And after the ceremony, there's a feast. When we marry, I become yours. Forever. It's getting late. I should go. May I come and visit you again? All right, then. Remember, our little secret. "Ser Jaime Lannister. Knighted and named to the Kingsguard in his 16th year. At the sack of King's Landing, murdered his king Aerys II. Pardoned by Robert Baratheon. Thereafter known as the Kingslayer." It's the duty of the Lord Commander to fill those pages. And there's still room left on mine. Valyrian steel. Mmm. It's yours. I can't accept this. It was reforged from Ned Stark's sword. You'll use it to defend Ned Stark's daughter. You swore an oath to return the Stark girls to their mother. Lady Stark's dead. Arya's probably dead, too, but there's still a chance to find Sansa and get her somewhere safe. I've got something else for you. I hope I got your measurements right. I'll find her. For Lady Catelyn. And for you. I almost forgot. I have one more gift. I don't need a squire. Of course you do. He'll slow me down. My brother owes him a debt. He's not safe here. You're keeping him from harm. It's chivalry. I won't slow you down, ser-- my lady. I promise I'll serve you well. See? He's a good lad. You'll get along. Compliments of Lord Tyrion. His axe from the Blackwater. What are you waiting for, a kiss? Ready the lady's horse. They say the best swords have names. Any ideas? Oathkeeper. Good-bye, Brienne. Come on, move. I should never have taken her away. - She wasn't safe here. - She's not safe out there. I should have known. You told us there were wildlings south of the Wall. If they're raiding the smaller villages, Mole's Town could be next. - Castle Black could be next. - I should go back for Gilly. We have orders. No one's to leave the castle. I remember when you disobeyed orders and rode south to help Robb. And I remember who came after me and brought me home. I know how hard it is, Sam, believe me. When you told me about Bran going beyond the Wall, all I could think about was getting my strength back so I could go and find him. I wish I could have convinced him to come back with me. I tried. Really, I did. How fast could they travel? A crippled boy being pulled on a sledge by a simpleton? I don't know. They'd pass wildling villages. They could try to find shelter at one of them. The wildlings have joined up with Mance. Every village or sheltered place will be deserted. Except... Craster's? You think Bran might have found-- Snow. I don't mean to interrupt. Thorne wants to see you. Your foray to Craster's Keep, I'll sanction it. But I won't order anyone to go with you. Volunteers only. Thank you, Ser Alliser. Ahem, brothers. I'm going beyond the Wall to Craster's Keep. I'm going to capture the mutineers holed up there or kill them. I'm asking for volunteers to come with me. There's 60 miles of wilderness between here and Craster's and Mance Rayder has an army bearing down on us, but we have to do this. Our survival may depend on us getting to these mutineers before Mance does. They know the Wall. They know our defenses. If Mance learns what they know, we're lost. But if that's not enough, then consider this. If the Night's Watch are truly brothers, then Lord Commander Mormont was our father. He lived and died for the Watch and he was betrayed by his own men. Stabbed in the back by cowards. He deserved far better. All we can give him now is justice. Who will join me? I can't let a recruit come north of the Wall. Then let me say my vows. If it's a fight you're heading for, then you need men who know how. Thank you, brothers. No, don't. Don't, please. Please don't. Ow! You're hurting me. Karl Tanner from Gin Alley drinking wine from the skull of Jeor fucking Mormont. Any command for us, Lord Commander? What's that? Fuck 'em till they're dead? Did you hear that, boys? Fuck 'em till they're dead. Rast. Go outside and feed the beast. We should kill that thing. You should shut your fucking hole, ugly little cunt. You look like a fucking ballsack. Ugly. Look at your stupid cunt face. I could piss in any gutter and soak five of you. Know how much they paid me to kill a man in King's Landing? Seven silvers. They told me a man's name and that man never saw daylight again. None of them cocksuckers got away from me. Haven't lost a fight since I was nine. Maybe it's time. What do you think, eh? Maybe you're the man. Eh, cunt? I wouldn't stand a chance. None of us would. I was a fucking legend in Gin Alley. A fucking legend! I would take any knight-- any knight, any time. Fucking cunts in steel plate. Fucking cowards. - A gift for the gods. - A gift for the gods. A gift for the gods. What the fuck is that? Craster's last child. A boy. What am I supposed to do with him? What did Craster do with 'em? Kill 'em before they could grow up and do the same to him? All right. Don't need another mouth to feed. - Hand him over. - He didn't kill them. - He offered them. - To who? To the gods. The white walkers. A gift for the gods. A gift for the gods. A gift for the gods. A gift for the gods. A gift for the gods. A gift for the gods. Shut up! So... if it worked for him... Let's give the walkers what they want. Rast is headed that way. Pink-eyed fuck. You thirsty? Fuck! Hodor. Do you hear that? Is that a baby? It's coming. I'm going out there. No, we need to stay together. I'm going. - Bran. Bran. - Hodor. Hodor. - Hodor. - Bran, what happened? Summer, he's hurt. They've caught him in a trap. Who? I didn't see, but they have my brother's wolf. They have Ghost. They're Night's Watch. Look. Jon might be here. If Jon was here, why would they put his wolf in a cage? They might have been Night's Watch once, not anymore. We're not safe here. We need to go. No. Bran, we need to go now. I'm not leaving without Summer. Can you remember where the cage was? The east side of the keep. If I'm not back soon, we'll meet-- Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. If I was your size, I'd be king of the fucking world. Help him up. This is nice. Fine leather. You're no wildling. Important. Highborn. Who are you? You see, where I come from, a commoner like me slaps a little lord like you, I'd lose my right hand. But we're a long way from home, aren't we? And the two of you, fancy-looking folks north of the Wall creeping through the woods. Isn't that a bit odd? I like your curly hair. My mom had curls like that. Beautiful brown curls. Why'd you drag a crippled boy all the way up here? See you haven't played this game before. A highborn hostage, that's valuable. But three of them, that's a lot of mouths to feed. What the fuck's wrong with him? Come here. No, please. Please. Please, let me help him. - Who are you? - Pleas. - Who are you? - I'm Brandon Stark! I'm Brandon Stark of Winterfell. It's Jon Snow's brother. It's Meera. It's Meera. I'm right here. And I thought this was gonna be another boring day. I'm right here. 

#第三十四集

#本集共有单词数：78  总词数：8583

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