[美剧赏析] 权力的游戏<Game of Thrones>完全赏析 (35-36)

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。

May the Warrior grant him courage and protect him in these perilous times. May the Smith grant him strength that he might bear this heavy burden And may the Crone, she that knows the fate of all men, show him the path he must walk and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead. In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim Tommen of the House Baratheon First of His Name King of the Andals and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Long may he reign! LONG may he reign! Special day. Your Grace. Your Grace. - Your Grace. - Your Grace. Your Grace. YOUR Grace. There he is. Long may he reign. -Long may he reign. He sits the throne like he was born to it. Yes. He wasn't, though, was he? No, he wasn't. You still mourn for Joffrey? He was my husband. My king. He would have been your nightmare. Your Grace, I feel- You knew exactly what he was. I did, too. You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child. Doesn't matter what they do. And what he did, it shocked me. Do you think I'm easily shocked? No. The things he did shocked me. He's only a boy. A good boy. A decent boy. He always has been. Who was the last decent king, I wonder? He could be the first man who sits on that throne in 50 years to actually deserve it. It would be some consolation, wouldn't it? For all the horror that put him there. He will need help... if he's going to rule well. He has you. A mother is not enough. You're still interested in being queen, I take it? After all that's happened- it sounds strange, I know, but I am- I haven't even given any thought to it, what comes next. It would be a great honor, of course. But I will have to speak to my father about it. Yes, speak to your father. I'll speak to mine. We may be faced with an alarming number of weddings soon. I won't even know what to call you. Sister? Or Mother? King Joffrey Baratheon is dead. Murdered at his own wedding. And we have taken the Meereenese navy, Your Grace. The Second Sons took the Meereenese navy. Who told you to take the navy? No one. So why did you do it? I heard you liked ships. How many ships? 93, Your Grace. How many men can they carry? 9,300, not counting sailors. Would that be enough to take King's Landing? The Lannisters have more. They've been fighting Joffrey's wars for years. They're tired, dispersed. And now their king is dead. 8,000 Unsullied, 2,000 Second Sons sailing into Blackwater Bay and storming the gates without warning. It's hard to say. It could be enough. But we're not fighting to make you queen of King's Landing. 10,000 men can't conquer Westeros. The old houses will flock to our queen when she crosses the Narrow Sea. The old houses will flock to whichever side they think will win, as they always have. There's other news. From Yunkai. Without the Unsullied to enforce your rule, the Wise Masters have retaken control of the city. They've reenslaved the freedmen who stayed behind and sworn to take revenge against you. And in Astapor, the council you installed to rule over the city has been overthrown by a butcher named Cleon who's declared himself "His Imperial Majesty." Please leave me. Not you, Jorah. It appears my liberation of Slaver's Bay isn't going quite as planned. You could sail for Westeros and leave it all behind. A boy sits on the Iron Throne. A boy many believe to be a bastard with no right to it. They've never been more vulnerable. You counseled me against rashness once in Qarth. I didn't listen. That all worked out well. How can I rule seven kingdoms if I can't control Slaver's Bay? Why should anyone trust me? Why should anyone follow me? You're a Targaryen. You're the Mother of Dragons. I need to be more than that. I will not let those I have freed slide back into chains. I will not sail for Westeros. What, then? I will do what queens do. I will rule. Pull up your hood. A memorable shade. But how would they know? You know what kind of stories poor men enjoy the most? Ones about rich girls they'll never meet. Is this the only way into the Eyrie? The mountains are impassable. If you want to get to the Eyrie, you need to go through the Bloody Gate. It doesn't matter how large your army is, if you attack this gate, you do it on this road, three men abreast and get slaughtered like goats. The first Lords of the Vale didn't have much, but they had these mountains and they knew how to use them. And the fortress they built here has never been overcome. Not once in 1,000 years. Know your strengths, use them wisely, and one man can be worth 10,000. Who would pass the Bloody Gate? Lord Petyr Baelish and his niece Alayne. Stand to. - Stand to! - Stand to! Welcome back, Lord Baelish. Uncle Petyr! My lord. I have brought you a gift. Lord Baelish. - My lady. - Look what Uncle Petyr brought me. A beautiful gift for a beautiful boy. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Arryn. My name is Al- Oh, do take down that hood, child. Don't you think know who you are? You think I'd let my intended leave the Eyrie on urgent business without knowing what that business was? I let him go so he could bring you here to me. My flesh and blood. It's wonderful to meet you, Aunt Lysa. You mustn't call me that in front of anyone else. Of course. I understand. No one can know you're here. It would put us in a very precarious position. I would never say a thing. The Lannisters want to destroy us. They've been trying for years. Now they know what it feels like. Mummy said they killed your mother and they chopped off your brother's head. They did, and my father's. They killed my father, too, with poison. I wanted to make the little Lannister baby man fly, but Mother said I couldn't. Make him fly? Through the Moon Door. And on top of everything else, they made you marry that filthy troll. They did. They made us both. Lord Tyrion didn't want to. I don't believe that for a moment. Did he force himself on you? No. - We never- Good. Robin, this is your cousin Sansa. But you're not to call her Sansa in front of anyone but Uncle Petyr and myself. Do you understand? Sansa, this is my son Robin. It's a pleasure to meet you, Robin. Robin, show Sansa to her chamber. Take the back stairs. Go. We'll speak soon. What took you so long? Arranging for the ascension of King Tommen I, extricating Sansa, getting her here alive. She's here. We've spent more than enough time on her for one evening. Let's get married tonight. Ought we not... inform the Lords of the Vale about the ceremony? There's only one Lord of the Vale. The others can all hang. Lurking and simpering on the stairs like buzzards the moment my husband died, trying to get their claws in me. I do think that we could wait until- I'm done waiting, Petyr. We had our wedding night many years ago. Or don't you remember? Like it was yesterday. What wife would do for you the things I've done for you? What wife would trust you the way I've trusted you? When you gave me those drops and told me to pour them into Jon's wine, my husband's wine- when you told me to write a letter to Cat telling her it was the Lannisters- The deed is done. Faded into nothing. Only speaking of it can make it real. Tonight it is, then. Let me bathe and dress for the occasion. Once I'm presentable, I'll call on the septon immediately. I'm warning you. I'm going to scream when my husband makes love to me. I'm going to scream so loud, they'll hear me clear across the Narrow Sea. When will the wedding take place in your mind? As soon as decency permits. After we've allowed Tommen the appropriate time to mourn his brother and Margaery to mourn her husband. - A fortnight? - That seems reasonable. No jugglers, no jousting dwarves, no 77-course meals. And your wedding to Loras? Shortly after Tommen's. - Shortly? - A fortnight. I know you don't like them. I didn't like your husband. Used to pat me on the back a lot. I didn't trust him. We had that in common. You don't need to make formal alliances with people you trust. Then whom can we trust? Ourselves alone. The Tyrells are our only true rivals in terms of resources and we need them on our side. Robert wasn't particularly rich. Robert had me funding him. Wars swallow gold like a pit in the earth. I suppose that explains why we did so well in the last one. Do you know how much gold was mined in the Westerlands this past year? Haven't a clue. Go on, your best guess. Pounds, tons, ounces? Doesn't matter. The answer is the same. That can't be. Our last working mine ran dry three years ago. Then how do we pay for anything? The crown owes the Iron Bank of Braavos a tremendous amount of money. How much? A tremendous amount. There must be someone at the Iron Bank you can speak to, come to some arrangement. The Iron Bank is the Iron Bank. There is no someone. Someone does work there. It is comprised of people. And a temple is comprised of stones. One stone crumbles and another takes its place. And the temple holds its form for 1,000 years or more. That's what the Iron Bank is- a temple. We all live in its shadow and almost none of us know it. You can't run from them. You can't cheat them. You can't sway them with excuses. If you owe them money and you don't want to crumble yourself, you pay it back. Vesting the Tyrells in the crown will help a great deal in this respect. It's for the good of the family, I understand that. I'm not sure my brothers do. I know you're building a strong case against Tyrion. And as a mother, that is your right. But as a judge, I cannot discuss the trial with you. I respect that. We don't need to discuss it. The Lannister legacy is the only thing that matters. You've started wars to protect this family. Turned your back on Jaime for refusing to contribute to its future. What does Tyrion deserve for lighting that future on fire? Joffrey. Cersei. Walder Frey. Meryn Trant. Tywin Lannister.  The Red Woman. Beric Dondarrion. Thoros of Myr. Ilyn Payne. The Mountain. Would you shut up? I can't sleep until I say the names. The names of every fucking person in Westeros? Only the ones I'm going to kill. Hate's as good a thing as any to keep a person going. Better than most. We come across my brother, maybe we can both cross a name off our list. If he were here right now, what would you do? I'd tell him to shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep. Go on, get it over with, your list of doomed men. I'm almost done. Only one name left. Go on. The Hound. Thank you. Your mother always had a sweet tooth, you know? - Really? - Oh, yes. At suppertime, she would go straight for honey cakes, candied almonds, custard. Anything sweet. Eventually, your grandfather had to assign a septa to watch her at meals. Cat was the firstborn daughter after all. It was important that she remain desirable so Father could arrange a good match for her and she was starting to get fat. My mother fat? She never let me have my pudding until I'd finished all my proper food. This is before she married your father and moved to the North. By the time you were born, your father's austerity had become hers. Marriage changes people. I didn't mean for you to stop. Go on, enjoy them. How do you like them? They're delicious. Where did you get the lemons? You can't grow them up here. Oh, gods, no. Petyr had three crates brought all the way from King's Landing. He knew you liked lemon cakes. He's so kind. He really cares for you. Think where you'd be without him. In their clutches and tried for murder. Yes. I'M...I'm very lucky. He feels responsible for you. - Oh, I know he does. I'm so grateful. Why? Why does he feel responsible for you? Well, I'm half Tully. - He loved your family so much. - Loved your mother. - No. - That's what you wanted to say. He loves you, Aunt Lysa. - HE's married to you. - Your mother never loved him. Never. Cat always went straight for the sweetest thing. The most obvious thing. Your Uncle Brandon. Your handsome, arrogant, cruel Uncle Brandon. He almost killed Petyr in a duel. And your mother loved him anyway. And now Petyr is risking his life to save you, the daughter of a woman who didn't love him no more than those whores in his brothels. - Has he told you about them? - No. He hasn't told you about the vile things they do with their bodies? The vile things they let him do with their bodies? - No, never. - Are you pregnant? What? No, I told you. Lord Tyrion and I never- I wasn't asking about Tyrion. What have you let Petyr do with your body? - Aunt Lysa, no, I- - Your young, pretty body. - Nothing. I'm a virgin. - Don't lie to me. You're hurting me. I'll know if you lie. I'm a virgin, I swear it. He loves you, Aunt Lysa. All he says is that I'm stupid. I'm a stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns and I'm a terrible liar, so I should always tell the truth. And I swear to you that he has never touched me. - Not once, not ever. - Shh. Shh. Shh. It's all right. It will all be all right. You'll be a widow soon. They'll execute that dwarf for murdering the king and you'll be free to marry Robin. You'll be the Lady of the Vale. Didn't they teach you how to ride a horse? Yes, my lady, when I was young. There wasn't much call for it with Lord Tyrion, though. HE preferred litters. Perhaps you should have stayed with him. It's not going to be a pleasant journey for you. It could take weeks to get to the Wall, depending on the weather. That's a long way off. Well, Lady Sansa's brother's at Castle Black. If I were her, that's where I'd go. Feel free to stop at any point. Never, my lady. I'm your squire. I've made it this far in the world without a squire. I don't see why I need one now. All knights have squires, my lady. I'm not a knight. And I'm not a slaver, either. I don't own you. I swore an oath, my lady. I am releasing you from that oath. That means you could leave. I know. What do you think will happen if you leave? They'll say I wasn't a very good squire. - The hell you doing? - Practicing. - What, ways to die? - No one's going to kill me. They will if you nance around like that. That's no way to fight. It's not fighting. It's water dancing. Dancing? Maybe you ought to put on a dress. Who taught you that shite? The greatest swordsman who ever lived. Syrio Forel, the First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos. Braavos. Greasy-haired little bastard, I bet. They all are. What do you know about anything? I bet his hair is greasier than Joffrey's cunt. - It was not. - Was? He dead? - Yes. - How? - He was killed. - Who by? Meryn Trant. That's why Ser Meryn- Meryn Trant? Meryn Trant? The greatest swordsman who ever lived killed by Meryn fucking Trant? - He was outnumbered. - Any boy whore with a sword could beat three Meryn Trants. Syrio didn't have a sword. Or armor. Just a stick. The greatest swordsman who ever lived didn't have a sword? All right. You have a sword. Let's see what he taught you. Go on, do it for your Braavosi friend. Dead like all the rest of your friends. Your friend's dead and Meryn Trant's not 'cause Trant had armor and a big fucking sword. Your Grace. Prince Oberyn. Writing letters? A poem, actually. May I show you the gardens? I couldn't very well refuse a royal escort. No, you couldn't. I didn't realize you were a poet. Not a very good one. For your paramour? For one of my daughters. You have several, don't you? Eight. Eight? Eight daughters? The fifth is difficult. I named her after my sister Elia. Beautiful name. Yes. But I can't say it without turning sad. And after I turn sad, I grow angry. Perhaps that's why she's difficult. The gods love their stupid jokes, don't they? Which joke is that? You're a prince of Dorne. A legendary fighter. A brilliant man feared throughout Westeros. But you could not save your sister. I'm a Lannister. Queen for 19 years. Daughter of the most powerful man alive. But I could not save my son. What good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love? We can avenge them. Yes, we can avenge them. You really believe Tyrion murdered your son? I know he did. We will have a trial and we will learn the truth. We'll have a trial, anyway. I haven't seen my daughter in over a year. The last time I saw her, she was swimming with two of my girls in the Water Gardens. Laughing in the sun. I want to believe that. I want to believe she's happy. You have my word. We don't hurt little girls in Dorne. Everywhere in the world, they hurt little girls. Would you bring her a gift for me? I wasn't there for her name day. I don't know when I'll see her again. Anything at all. The best shipwrights in King's Landing have been working on it for months. Myrcella loves the open water. I will have it sailed down to Sunspear for her. Please tell her... her mother misses her very much. Oh, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. Hells. Gods. Did you remove the skin? No, my lady. Have you ever cooked a rabbit before? No, my lady. Did you ever cook anything for Lord Tyrion? No, my lady. That was the cooks. What are you doing? I'm helping you with your armor. I've been removing my own armor for quite some time, thank you very much. What exactly did you do for Lord Tyrion? I brought him his meals and cleared his table when he was finished. I kept his clothing and linens clean. Carried his messages and returned the replies. Mostly I poured wine. Whilst in Lord Tyrion's service, did you ever do anything remotely related to combat? I killed a man. Who? A Kingsguard. He tried to kill Lord Tyrion at the Blackwater. How did you kill a Kingsguard? I pushed a spear through the back of his head. Bloody ridiculous. Help me with these straps. Hey, get up. Get up. That's it lad, put it inside. Get the fire going again. We're all freezing. Aye. What we need is a girl there. I've got to have a piss. Now keep quiet. You need water. It doesn't matter. Of course it matters. You mustn't let anything stop you. They already have stopped me. No. You're not here. You're far from here. What does that mean? At the hill. A great weirwood tree. You've seen it, too. Meera and I, even Hodor, we're only here to guide you. He's waiting for you. We have to find it. You have to make it. We will. This- this isn't the end. Not for you. Not yet. How... will we know the end? You'll know. Brothers. You do move quiet. - How many? - 11 men. Most of them already drunk. No guards posted. They don't seem to have a care in the world. We'll carve them up like walnut pie. Karl was a top paid cutthroat in Flea Bottom. I've seen what he can do with a knife. Have you seen what I can do with a knife? Not yet. There's a hut on the west side of the keep. We should steer clear of it. Why? They've got some hounds chained up inside. Closer we can get without the dogs sniffing us, the better. New moon tonight. Get some rest. We move at sundown. I've always liked a girl with curls. A touch of class. You take whatever's left. Get her up. Stop. Stop. What are you doing? Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. - ???????? Stop. Stop! - Hodor. Hodor. - Stop! - Please. - Hodor. - Please, get off her! - Hodor. Hodor. Please! Please, leave her alone! Please, stop. Stop. - What are you doing? Leave her alone! - Hodor. Hodor. - No! - Shh. You've got pretty hair, don't you? Now what is a pretty little highborn girl like you doing out here in the deep, dark woods, eh? You left your daddy's castle looking for trouble, didn't you? No dresses for you. You like it rough, don't you? You like it in the gutter, don't you? If you let my sister go, I can help you. You can help me? I can. And how you gonna do that? I have the sight. I can see things. That's very helpful. Things that haven't happened yet. What a fine thing. A fine thing. Have you seen what I'm gonna do to your sister? Have you seen what they're going to do to your sister? No. Don't close your eyes. I saw you die tonight. I saw your body burn. I saw the snow fall and bury your bones. To arms! They're here, the Night's Watch. Rescue party is here, lads. Lady. - Is Jon with you? - Aye. I'll take you to him. You're Brandon Stark? Hodor Hodor Hodor. Hodor. The little crippled lord. We're going for a ride, boy. Jon! Jon! Jon! Jon! Jon! Keep talking and I'll cut your friends' throats. Starting with the idiot. Do you hear? Do you hear? Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor Hodor Hodor. Hodor. Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor Hodor. Hodor. Hodor. Hodor Hodor. Hodor, get his knife. Cut me loose. - Hodor, get his knife. - Hodor. Cut me loose, Hodor. Jojen and Meera, free them. Go! Jon. Jon. Jon! Jon! If he sees you, he won't let you go north. - He's my brother. - And wants to protect you. He'll take you back to Castle Black. You have to decide. Do you want to find the three-eyed raven? - Hodor - Hodor - Hodor. - Hodor. We need to free Summer. And we need to go. Lord Snow. Are you bringing me back for trial? We had a good thing here. We were free men. You'll never be free. You'll never know what that's like. You learn how to fight in a castle? Some old man teach you how to stand, how to parry? How to fight with honor? You know what's wrong with honor? You. Are you all right? Come with me. Come on. We lost four brothers? Five. What the seven hells could do that to a man? I count 10 dead mutineers. Locke said there were 11 of them. Where's Rast? - Here's another. - Jon. Where in seven hells? Come here. I missed you, boy. What should we do with this lot? It's not safe for you here on your own. Mance Rayder has an army heading this way and there's worse out there than Mance. Come with us to Castle Black. We can find you work. Keep you safe. Meaning all respect, Ser Crow, Craster beat us and worse. Your brother crows beat us and worse. We'll find our own way. You want to stay here in Craster's Keep? Burn it to the ground and all the dead with it. 

#第三十五集

#本集共有单词数：109  总词数：8692

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You're accused of killing the king. Except I didn't do it. Which is why we're having a trial. One of my three judges is my father. Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge. I would like you to be the third. I will also invite you to sit on the small council. I never realized you had such respect for Dorne, Lord Tywin. What good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love? We can avenge them. You really believe Tyrion murdered your son? You're still interested in being queen, I take it? It would be a great honor. But I will have to speak to my father about it. I'll speak to mine. You've started wars to protect this family. What does Tyrion deserve for lighting that future on fire? What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl? The kind who serves his King. The next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him. How many hands have you betrayed, Pycelle? I am your loyal servant. Throw him in one of the black cells. Oh, no. No, no, no. There are many who know that without you this city faced certain defeat. The King won't give you any honors, but we will not forget. 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. In the box you'll find a special gift-- Theon's favorite toy. He cried when I took it away from him. I'm going to pick the fastest ship in our fleet. and I'm going to bring him home. We need to look east for ships and men. Soldiers win wars. We don't have any gold. I'm running out of time, Ser Davos. Which means you're running out of time. Your Grace, if you'd like to sit, I'm sure that-- We've been here since midday. Easterners have a difference sense of time, I've often found. Once I was waiting for Salladhor Saan here in Braavos. Together, we were going to run three shiploads of the finest-- Welcome to the Iron Bank. Please, sit. What can we do for you, Lord Stannis? This is Stannis of the House Baratheon, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. The Iron Throne is currently occupied by Tommen of the House Baratheon, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. He shares no blood with me. He is a bastard born of incest. As was his brother before him. Yes, we have heard this story. It's not a story. It's the truth. The king's grandfather tells a different story. A story about a jealous uncle whose attempts to usurp the throne from the rightful king cost the Seven Kingdoms dearly in blood and gold. Gold you loaned him. And you feel your blood gives you a claim on our gold? More than any man living. Across the Narrow Sea, your books are filled with words like "usurper" and "madman" and "blood right." Here, our books are filled with numbers. We prefer the stories they tell. More plain. Less open to interpretation. How many fighting men remain loyal to you? 4,000. And how many ships do you have? The ones still afloat, Ser Davos, not at the bottom of Blackwater Bay. 32. And how much wheat and barley and beef and pork do you produce on Dragonstone to feed your 4,000 men on your 32 ships? None. You can see why these numbers seem unlikely to add up to a happy ending from our perspective. I'm afraid we must respectfully decline your request. But we thank you for paying us the honor of your visit. My lord. I'm not a lord, Ser Davos Seaworth. You would not be either here. In Braavos, thieves are not rewarded with titles. Well, strictly speaking, I didn't do the thieving. That would be the pirates. I just moved what they stole from one place to another. This is the payment that was demanded by King Stannis for my crimes. I consider it an honest accounting. He's an honest man and he's your best chance to get back the money you've sunk into Westeros. Which is a lot, I imagine. Wars are expensive. The war is over. As long as Stannis lives, the war is not over. Who's the real power in King's Landing? - Ser Davos... - Humor me. - Tywin Lannister. - How old is Tywin Lannister? 67. 67. And when he dies, who's in command? A half-grown boy, the product of incest? Cersei Lannister, a queen whose people despise her? Jaime Lannister, a man best known for killing the king he was sworn to protect? When Tywin's gone, who do you back? That is a problem for another time. Begging your pardon, I think it's a problem for now. There's only one reliable leader left in Westeros. Stannis. He's got the birthright. He's in his prime. He's a tried and tested battle commander. And he doesn't just talk about paying people back, he does it. The lookout sees a pirate ship sailing their way. The captain shouts to his first mate, "Bring me my red shirt." The first mate brings the red shirt and the captain puts it on. And when the pirates try to board, the brave captain leads his men to victory. A few days later, the lookout screams, "Two pirate ships!" The crew is shivering like scared mice. But the courageous captain hollers, "Bring me my red shirt!" After the battle, the first mate asks, "Captain, why do you call for your red shirt before battle?" The captain replies, "So that if I am stabbed, you will not see me bleed." The next morning the lookout screams, "10 pirate ships! We are surrounded!" The crew goes silent. They all look to their brave captain, waiting for his usual command. Calm as ever, the captain bellows... "Bring me my brown pants!" You think they ever met a pirate who didn't tell them that joke? Davos. I heard you were rotting in a dungeon in Dragonstone. Only half rotted. Join us, my friend. Join us. This is Lhara. - And this is-- - I am Lhara. She's an artist, this one, truly. No time, I'm afraid. We sail at sunrise. We? You, me-- we. Once I thought this man loved me. Now I know he despises me. He wants to see me die poor and alone on some cold-- You won't be alone. And you won't be poor. There's a chest of the good stuff left back at your house. I gave it to your wife. You're not my friend, my friend. I'll see you at sunrise. "I give you until the full moon to order all ironborn scum out of the North and back to those shit-stained rocks you call home. On the first night of the full moon, I will hunt down every islander still on our lands and flay them living, the way I flayed the 20 ironborn scum I found at Winterfell. In the box you'll find a special gift-- Theon's favorite toy. He cried when I took it away from him. Leave the North now or more boxes will follow with more Theon. Signed Ramsay Snow, natural born son of Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort and Warden of the North." Yes! They skinned our countrymen and they mutilated my brother, your prince. Your prince. Everything they've done to him, they've also done to you. Yes! Yes! As long as they can hurt our prince with impunity, the word ironborn means nothing. Go left. - Theon Greyjoy. - I don't know-- I'm here for Theon Greyjoy. Take me to the dungeons. He's not in the dungeons. - Last cage on the right. - Thank you. This way! We're going home. No! It's all right. It's me, Yara. You can't trick me. Tell him. Tell him you couldn't trick me. I'm not tricking you, Theon. I'm saving you. Not Theon! Reek! - Reek! My name is Reek! - They're here. If they catch us in here, we're trapped. Help me with him. No, you can't! - You can't! - You're Theon Greyjoy. No, I don't believe her! I know who I am! I'm Reek! Reek! Loyal Reek! Good Reek! I've always been Reek! This is turning into a lovely evening. I'm Reek! Loyal Reek! Aah! Theon! Give me my brother and no more of your men will die. You've got bigger balls than he ever did. But with those big balls of yours... how fast can you run? Make for the ship, now. But your brother. My brother is dead. I have a treat for you. A reward. Reward? Yes, Reek. Those creatures who came in the night, they wanted to take you away. And you didn't let them. You remained loyal. I-- I didn't want them to take me. I was so scared. - I didn't want them-- - Yes, yes, Reek. It's a bath. For you. Remove those rags. Now. The britches, too, Reek. Take them off. Do you love me, Reek? Yes, of course, my lord. Good. Because I need you to do something for me. Something very important. There's a castle, you see. Some bad men hold this castle. I need your help to take this castle back. But how can-- I need you to play a role. To pretend to be someone you're not. Pretend to be who? Theon Greyjoy. He is a goatherd. He says he prayed for your victory against the slave masters. I thank him for his prayers. It was your dragons, he says. They came this morning for his flock. He hopes he has not offended Your Grace, but now he has nothing. Tell this man I am sorry for his hardship. I cannot bring back his goats, but I will see he is paid their value three times over. Send the next one in. Queen Daenerys. Tales of your beauty were not exaggerated. I thank you. Mine is one of the oldest and proudest families in Meereen. Then it is my honor to receive you. My father, one of Meereen's most respected and beloved citizens, oversaw the restoration and maintenance of its greatest landmarks. This pyramid included. For that, he has my gratitude. I should be honored to meet him. You have, Your Grace. You crucified him. I pray you'll never live to see a member of your family treated so cruelly. Your father crucified innocent children. My father spoke out against crucifying those children. He decried it as a criminal act, but was overruled. Is it justice to answer one crime with another? I am sorry you no longer have a father, but my treatment of the masters was no crime. You'd be wise to remember that. What's done is done. You are the queen and I am a servant of Meereen. A servant who does not wish to see its traditions eradicated. And what traditions do you speak of? The tradition of funeral rite. Proper burial in the Temple of the Graces. My father and 162 noble Meereenese are still nailed to those posts, carrion for vultures, rotting in the sun. Your Grace, I ask that you order these men taken down so that they might receive proper burials. And what of the slave children these noble Meereenese crucified? They were rotting in the sun as well. Would you have begged me for their right to a proper burial? Your Grace, I cannot defend the actions of the masters. I can only speak to you as a son who loved his father. Let me take his body down. Let me have him brought to the temple and buried with dignity so that he might find peace in the next world. Bury your father, Hizdahr zo Loraq. Thank you, my queen. How many more? There are 212 supplicants waiting, Your Grace. 212? Send the next one in. These meetings aren't always going to be this early, are they? I was up late last night. So, does this mean I am a master of something now? Coins, ships? Lord Tywin and I already determined that I shall be the Master of Ships long before you-- Lord Tywin, it's a great honor to have been granted a seat on this council. I-- The trial begins this afternoon. We only have the morning for affairs of state. Shall we begin? Sandor Clegane has been spotted in the Riverlands, my lord. A coward and a traitor. My birds tell me the Hound slaughtered five of our soldiers. I believe the phrase "fuck the king" was uttered. Disgraceful. What would it take to make the common soldier stupid enough to try his luck with the Hound? 10 silver stags seems a generous bounty. Make it 100. What else? More whispers from the east, my lord. The Targaryen girl? Daenerys has taken up residence in Meereen. She has conquered the city and rules as its queen. Conquered with what? She commands an army of Unsullied, my queen. Some 8,000 strong. She has a company of sellswords-- the Second Sons. She has two knights advising her-- Jorah Mormont and Barristan Selmy. And she has three dragons. Baby dragons. Larger every year, Your Grace. Mormont is spying on her for us. No longer. He appears to be fully devoted to her. As for Ser Barristan, it would seem he took his dismissal from the Kingsguard a bit harder than anticipated. He's an old man. He wasn't fit to protect my son. Joffrey didn't die on his watch. Dismissing him was as insulting as it was stupid. Don't tell me you're worried about a child halfway across the world. A child with two seasoned warriors counseling her and a powerful army at her back, Your Grace. Lord Varys is right. I have been to Essos and seen the Unsullied firsthand. They are very impressive on the battlefield. Less so in the bedroom. Dragons haven't won a war in 300 years. Armies win them all the time. She must be dealt with. How, my lord? By force? Eventually, if it comes to that. Can your little birds find their way into Meereen? Most certainly, my Lord Hand. Mmm. Lord Tyrell, be a good man. Fetch my quill and paper. Prince Oberyn. Lord Varys... Only Varys. I'm not actually a nobleman. No one is under obligation to call me lord. And yet everyone does. You seem quite knowledgeable about the Unsullied. Did you spend much time in Essos? Five years. May I ask why? 'Tis a big and beautiful world. Most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it. I don't want to be most of us. Most of us aren't princes. You are from Essos. Where? Lys? I have an ear for accents. I've lost my accent entirely. I have an ear for that as well. How did you get here? It's a long story. One you don't like telling people. People I trust. My paramour Ellaria, she would find you very interesting. You should come to the brothel and meet her. We brought our own wine, not the swill they serve here. We have some lovely boys on retainer, but... You did like boys before? Really? Girls? Hmm. I hope you won't be offended when I say I never would have guessed. Not at all. But I was never interested in girls, either. - What then? - Nothing. Everybody is interested in something. Not me. When I see what desire does to people, what it's done to this country, I am very glad to have no part in it. Besides, the absence of desire leaves one free to pursue other things. Such as? Let me guess, I've been pardoned. Really? Father's orders. Well, we mustn't disappoint Father. Kingslayer! I, Tommen of the House Baratheon, First of my Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, do hereby recuse myself from this trial. Tywin of the House Lannister, Hand of the King, Protector of the Realm, will sit as judge in my stead. And with him Prince Oberyn of the House Martell and Lord Mace of the House Tyrell. And if found guilty... may the gods punish the accused. Tyrion of the House Lannister, you stand accused by the Queen Regent of regicide. Did you kill King Joffrey? No. Did your wife, the Lady Sansa? Not that I know of. How would you say he died, then? Choked on his pigeon pie. So you would blame the bakers? Or the pigeons. Just leave me out of it. The crown may call its first witness. Once we'd got King Joffrey safely away from the mob, the Imp rounded on him. He slapped the king across the face and called him a vicious idiot and a fool. It wasn't the first time the Imp threatened Joffrey. Right here in this throne room, he marched up those steps and called our king a halfwit. Compared His Grace to the Mad King and suggested he'd meet the same fate. And when I spoke in the king's defense, he threatened to have me killed. Oh, why don't you tell them what Joffrey was doing? - Silence. - Pointing a loaded crossbow at Sansa Stark while you tore at her clothes and beat her. Silence! You will not speak unless called upon. You're dismissed, Ser Meryn. Basilisk venom, widow's blood, wolfsbane, essence of nightshade, sweetsleep, tears of Lys, demon's dance... blind eye-- I think you have made your point, Grand Maester. You have a lot of poison in your store. Had, Prince Oberyn. My stores were plundered. By whom? By the accused, Tyrion Lannister, after he had me wrongfully imprisoned. Grand Maester, you examined King Joffrey's corpse. Was it without question poison that killed him? Without question. This was found on the body of Dontos Hollard, the king's fool. He was last seen spiriting Sansa Stark, the wife of the accused, away from the feast. She wore this necklace the day of the wedding. Residue of a most rare and terrible poison was found inside. Was this one of the poisons stolen from your store? It was. The Strangler. A poison few in the Seven Kingdoms possess. And used to strike down the most noble child the gods ever put on this good earth. "I will hurt you for this. A day will come when you think you are safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth and you will know the debt is paid." Your own brother said this to you? Shortly before the Battle of Blackwater Bay. I confronted him about his plans to put Joffrey on the front lines. As it turned out, when the attack came, Joff insisted on remaining at the battlements. He believed his presence would inspire the troops. Tyrion said, "And you will know the debt is paid." What debt? I discovered he'd been keeping whores in the Tower of the Hand. I asked him to confine his salacious acts to the brothel where such behavior belongs. He wasn't pleased. Thank you, Your Grace, for the courage of your testimony. Do you remember the precise nature of this threat? I'm afraid I do, my lord. He said, "Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies." And he said this to you at a meeting of the small council? Yes. After we received word of Robb Stark's death. He didn't seem gladdened by the news. Perhaps his marriage to Sansa Stark had made him more sympathetic to the northern cause. You're excused, Lord Varys. Father, may I ask the witness one question? One. You once said that without me, this city would have faced certain defeat. You said the histories would never mention me, but you would not forget. Have you forgotten, Lord Varys? Sadly, my lord, I never forget a thing. We will adjourn for now. Toll the bells in an hour's time. Clear the court! You'd condemn your own son to death? I've condemned no one. The trial is not over. This isn't a trial. It's a farce. Cersei has manipulated everything and you know it. I know nothing of the sort. - You've always hated Tyrion. - He killed his king. As did I. Do you know the last order the Mad King gave me? To bring him your head. I saved your life so you could murder my brother? - It won't be murder. It'll be justice. - Justice? I'm performing my sworn duty as Hand of the King. If Tyrion is found guilty, he will be punished accordingly. - He'll be executed. - No, he'll be punished accordingly. Once you said family is what lives on. All that lives on. You told me about a dynasty that would last 1,000 years. What happens to your dynasty when Tyrion dies? I'm a Kingsguard, forbidden by oath to carry on the family line. I'm well aware of your oath. What happens to your name? Who carries the lion banner into future battles? Your nephews? Lancel Lannister? Others whose names I don't even remember? What happens to my dynasty if I spare the life of my grandson's killer? It survives through me. I'll leave the Kingsguard. I'll take my place as your son and heir if you let Tyrion live. Done. When the testimony's concluded and a guilty verdict rendered, Tyrion will be given the chance to speak. He'll plead for mercy. I'll allow him to join the Night's Watch. In three days' time, he'll depart for Castle Black and live out his days at the Wall. You'll remove your white cloak immediately. You will leave King's Landing to assume your rightful place at Casterly Rock. You will marry a suitable woman and father children named Lannister. And you'll never turn your back on your family again. You have my word. And you have mine. Not going well, is it? - You're going to be found guilty. - Oh, you think so? When you are, you need to enter a formal plea for mercy and ask to be sent to the Wall. Father's agreed to it. He'll spare your life and allow you to join the Night's Watch. Ned Stark was promised the same thing and we both know how that turned out. Father is not Joffrey. He'll keep his word. How do you know? Do you trust me? Keep your mouth shut. No more outbursts. This will all be over soon. The crown may call its next witness. State your name. Shae. Do you swear by all the gods that your testimony will be true and honest? I swear it. Do you know this man? Yes. Tyrion Lannister. How do you know him? I was handmaiden to his wife Lady Sansa. This man stands accused of murdering King Joffrey. What do you know of this? I know that he's guilty. He and Sansa planned it together. Silence! Continue. She wanted revenge for her father, her mother, her brother. She blamed their deaths on the king. Tyrion was happy to help. He hated Joffrey. He hated the queen. He hated you, my lord. He stole poison from the Grand Maester's chamber to put in Joffrey's wine. How could you possibly know all this? Why would he reveal such plans to his wife's maid? I wasn't just her maid. I was his whore. I beg your pardon? You said you were his... His whore. How did you come to be in his service? He stole me. I was with another man, a knight in your lordship's army. But when Tyrion arrived at the camp, he sent one of his cutthroats into our tent. He broke the knight's arm and brought me to Lord Tyrion. "You belong to me now," he said. "I want you to fuck me like it's my last night in this world." Silence. Silence! And did you? Did I what? Fuck him like it was his last night in this world. I did everything he wanted. Whatever he told me to do to him. Whatever he felt like doing to me. I kissed him where he wanted. I licked him where he wanted. I let him put himself where he wanted. I was his property. I would wait in his chambers for hours so he could use me when he was bored. He ordered me to call him "my lion," so I did. I took his face in my hands and said, "I am yours and you are mine." Shae. Please don't. I am a whore. Remember? That was before he married Sansa. After that, all he wanted was her. But she wouldn't let him into her bed. So he promised to kill King Joffrey for her. Father, I wish to confess. I wish... to confess. You wish to confess? I saved you. I saved this city and all your worthless lives. I should have let Stannis kill you all. Tyrion. Do you wish to confess? Yes, Father. I'm guilty. Guilty. Is that what you want to hear? You admit you poisoned the king? No, of that I'm innocent. I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I am guilty of being a dwarf. You are not on trial for being a dwarf. Oh, yes, I am. I've been on trial for that my entire life. Have you nothing to say in your defense? Nothing but this-- I did not do it. I did not kill Joffrey, but I wish that I had. Watching your vicious bastard die gave me more relief than 1,000 lying whores. I wish I was the monster you think I am. I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you. I would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it. Ser Meryn. Ser Meryn. Escort the prisoner back to his cell. I will not give my life for Joffrey's murder. And I know I'll get no justice here. So I will let the gods decide my fate. I demand a trial by combat. 

#第三十六集

#本集共有单词数：118  总词数：8810

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