[美剧赏析] 权力的游戏<Game of Thrones>完全赏析 (37-38)

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 made a deal for you to keep your ungrateful head on your ungrateful neck a little while longer. I'm sorry, what am I grateful for? The opportunity to live and die at the Wall as punishment for a crime I did not commit? You threw your life away. You threw it away. It's not a joke. You understand that, don't you? Of course it's a joke, just not a very funny one. I couldn't-- I couldn't listen to her standing there telling her lies. I couldn't do it. You fell in love with a whore. Yes, I fell in love with a whore. And I was stupid enough to think that she had fallen in love with me. That deal you made, it was everything Father wanted. You do see that? He gets you back as his heir. The future Lord of the Rock. And he ships me off to Castle Black, out of sight at last. All so perfect. It felt good to take that from him. He knows I'm innocent and he's willing to sacrifice me anyway. He's willing to sacrifice any of us. Not you. You're the golden son. You could kill a king, lose a hand, fuck your own sister, you'll always be the golden son. Careful. I'm the last friend you've got. At least I got to tell them what they really are. Yes, brilliant speech. They'll be talking about it for days to come. I thought you were a realist. Didn't realize you'd die for pride. Don't give up on me just yet. I survived one trial by combat, even though you weren't there to save me. I can't save you this time either. My training has proved that I can't beat a stable boy with my left hand. Where's your sense of adventure? Even if you lose, imagine the look on Father's face when you fall. Our family name snuffed out with a single swing of the sword. It is tempting. Well... Bronn fought for me once, he'll do it again. If he wins, I expect I'll be in his debt for the rest of my life. If he wins. Will you find him for me? Who does Cersei plan on naming as a champion? I hope it's Ser Meryn Trant. I'd enjoy watching Bronn disembowel that pompous child beater. No. Not Ser Meryn. Go on, move it. And you. Come on. Mercy. Please. Please, mercy. Ser Gregor. Welcome to the capital. Thank you for riding here so quickly. You seem to be in good form. Who am I fighting? Does it matter? Could be food. Could be soldiers. You shouldn't be sitting out here like this. Where else to sit? Tried to walk back to my hut, hurt too much. Then I remembered they burned my hut down. Who were "they"? I stopped asking a while ago. That's not gonna get better. Doesn't seem so. A bad way to go. Haven't you had enough? Of what? I know. Time to go. Take matters into my own hands. The thought has occurred to me. So why go on? Habit. Nothing could be worse than this. Maybe nothing is worse than this. Nothing isn't better or worse than anything. Nothing is just nothing. Who are you? My name is Arya. Arya Stark. You her father? Her captor. Bringing her to her aunt for ransom. A fair exchange, that is. Always held to the notion of fair exchange in all my dealings. You give me, I give you. Fair. A balance. No balance anymore. Could I have a drink? Dying is thirsty work. Wish it were wine. So do I. That's where the heart is. That's how you kill a man. The fuck you doing? There's a price on your head. Guess that's what the king does when you tell him to fuck off. The king's dead. He drank poisoned wine at his own wedding. The bounty on you is for killing Lannister soldiers. 100 silver stags. And you thought you were going to collect it? Didn't think very hard, did you? You were Yoren's prisoners when he was taking me to the Wall. He told me he'd fuck me bloody with a stick. This day's really not working out the way you planned. He on your little list? He can't be. I don't know his name. What's your name? - Rorge. - Thank you. You're learning. Rangers returning! They return! - Rangers returning! - Greetings. Didn't think I'd see you again. All right, Jon? Welcome back, brother. Lord Snow. This is no place for wild beasts. Lock him away or I'll let Hobb throw him in tonight's stew. Come on, Ghost. Mance's army was closing in on Craster's Keep when we left. We saw their campfires from Osric's Hill. They'll reach the Wall before the next full moon. I'm surprised you didn't ride over and say hello. The King-beyond-the-Wall is your old friend, isn't he? We need to prepare. We've been preparing. We should seal the tunnel. Plug it with rocks and ice. Flood it and let it freeze. And how would we range north? - We wouldn't. - Coward. You would cut off our legs, pluck out our eyes, leave us cowering behind the Wall hoping for the storm to pass? We can't defend the gate against 100,000 men. This castle has stood for thousands of years. The Night's Watch has defended her for thousands of years. And in all those centuries, we have never sealed the tunnel. Have you ever seen a giant, Ser Alliser? I have. The tunnel's gate won't stop them. The bars on those gates are four inches thick. Cold-rolled steel. They won't stop them. Remind me which order you belong to, Lord Snow. The stewards. Are the stewards responsible for maintaining the tunnel? No. Who would that be? - The builders. - Ah, the builders. First Builder Yarwyck, Lord Snow here recommends sealing the tunnel, leaving us unable to carry out our duties as sworn brothers of the Night's Watch. Do you agree with him? No. Given your deep knowledge of the wildling army, Lord Snow, you and Tarly will take night duties atop the Wall until the full moon. Moving on. First Builder, we'll need 100 barrels of pitch brought atop the wall. Aye. My lord. You have new clothes. Do you like 'em? Eh? Gloves are doeskin. Softer than a virgin's thighs. I sent for you days ago. - I've been a bit busy. - Doing what? My lonesome bachelor days are over. I'm to wed Lollys Stokeworth. Lollys Stokeworth? She doesn't strike me as your sort of girl. I wouldn't say I had a single sort of girl. She's dim-witted. If I wanted wits, I'd marry you. When my sister arranged this love match, did she mention that Lollys has an older sister? Falyse. Aye, I did know about the older sister. And you understand the rules of inheritance? Falyse is 40 and barren. She still gets Castle Stokeworth when her father dies. She does. Unless she happens to perish before her father. Then Lollys gets the castle. What? Ladies fall from their horses and snap their pretty necks all the time. You and my sister deserve each other. Why did you bother to come here? You once said if anyone ever asked me to sell you out, you'd double their price. Is it two wives you want or two castles? One of each will do. But if you want me to kill the Mountain for you, it'd better be a damn big castle. I'm bit short on castles at the moment. But I can offer you gold and gratitude. I have gold. What can I buy with gratitude? You might be surprised. A Lannister always pays his debts. Your sister's a Lannister, too. My wife is heir to Winterfell. If I emerge from this with my head still on my shoulders, I may one day rule the North in her name. I could carve you out a big piece of it. If and may and could. It's bloody cold up north. Lollys is soft and warm. And close. If I gave you the choice between fucking Lollys and fighting the Mountain, you'd have your britches down and your cock out before I could blink. Does he frighten you so much? I'd be a bloody fool if he didn't frighten me. He's freakish big and freakish strong. And quicker than you'd expect for a man of that size. Maybe I could take him, dance around until he's so tired of hacking at me, he dropped his sword, get him off his feet somehow. But one misstep... ...and I'm dead. Why should I risk it? Because you're my friend. Aye, I'm your friend. And when have you ever risked your life for me? I like you, pampered little shit that you are. I just like myself more. I understand. I'm sorry it has to be this way. Why are you sorry? Because you're an evil bastard with no conscience and no heart? That's what I liked about you in the first place. We had some good days together. Yes, we did. What will you do? I suppose I'll have to kill the Mountain myself. Won't that make for a great song? I hope to hear them sing it one day. How did you get in here? Your door is well guarded, but your window is not. I swam to an island a mile offshore for these. Don't do that again. Never met a woman who didn't like wildflowers. These are my private quarters. If I want you here, I will summon you. Forgive me, my queen. I live to serve you. Tell me why you're here. I came to ask a favor. I only have two talents in this world-- war and women. You are staying here in Meereen to rule. That is a wise decision. I respect it. But here in Meereen, I cannot pursue my talents. I've ordered the Second Sons to patrol the streets to stop the revenge killing. You've ordered us to be night watchmen. And as for women, there are thousands in Meereen you can pursue. There is only one, and she does not want me. You swore me your sword. My sword is yours till the day I die. So if I command you to stay in Meereen and patrol the streets? I'll stay in Meereen and patrol the streets. Send me to kill your enemies. Any enemy anywhere. Let me do what I do best. Very well. Do what you do best. Take off your clothes. Come in, my queen. Please. I didn't mean to disturb you, my lady. You could never disturb me. I just wanted to speak with you before we left. Could you bring me that vial over there? The blue one. No, no, no. Not that one. You don't even want to touch that one. Next to it. That's the one. When I looked into the flames this morning, the Lord spoke to me. He said, "Tonight, you will have your last good bath in a long while. Make it count." A joke. Not a very good one, I'm afraid. It was. I-- humor isn't my strength. That's because st jokes are lies and you're devoted to the truth. If they're lies, my lady, aren't they best avoided? Not always. Most of these powders and potions are lies. Deceptions to make men think they witnessed our Lord's power. Once they step into his light, they will see the lie for what it was-- a trick that led them to the truth. A pinch of this powder in a bonfire will send a flaming column screaming towards the sky. And this one creates a black smoke that will make the bravest man piss himself with fear. And a drop of this in any man's wine will drive him wild with lust. Did you use it with Stannis? No. Don't be upset. Men never crave what they already have. It's only flesh. It needs what it needs. No act done in service of the Lord can ever be called a sin. I thank God every day for bringing you to us. And Stannis to you. He wants to bring Shireen with us. I think that would be ill-advised. My daughter has heretical tendencies, as you're well aware. I don't know if her doubt is real or simply meant to spite me, but whichever the case, she should stay home. I understand how you feel. But that is impossible. Why? You don't need powders and potions, my queen. You don't need lies. You are strong enough to look into the Lord's light and see his truth for yourself. However harsh it is. However hard for us to understand. You don't need my help, but I will need yours soon. When we set sail, your daughter must be with us. The Lord needs her. Jorah the Andal. Are you here to see our queen? She's in a good mood. Khaleesi. - You're here early. - Later than some. You don't approve? It's not a question of approval, it's a question of trust. You neither approve nor trust. Why would I? The man's a sellsword. Didn't you fight for the Golden Company before pledging your sword to my brother? I did. I trust you. Daario Naharis killed his captains and dumped their heads at your feet when he grew tired of their commands. How could you ever have faith in a man like that? I could never have faith in a man like Daario. That's why I've sent him and the Second Sons to retake Yunkai. - You have? - I have. Without you there to rule, Khaleesi, I fear the masters will simply bide their time, wait for the invaders to leave and reassert control. That is why I've ordered Daario to execute every master in Yunkai. The masters tear babies from their mothers' arms. They mutilate little boys by the thousands. They train little girls in the art of pleasuring old men. They treat men like beasts, as you said yourself. Herding the masters into pens and slaughtering them by the thousands is also treating men like beasts. The slaves you freed, brutality is all they've ever known. If you want them to know something else, you'll have to show it to them. And repay the slavers with what? Kindness? A fine? A stern warning? It's tempting to see your enemies as evil, all of them, but there's good and evil on both sides in every war ever fought. Let the priests argue over good and evil. Slavery is real. I can end it. I will end it. And I will end those behind it. I sold men into slavery, Khaleesi. And now you are helping me show them to freedom. I wouldn't be here to help you if Ned Stark had done to me what you want to do to the masters of Yunkai. The man who came to me the other day about burying his father. Hizdahr zo Loraq? He will accompany the Second Sons and serve as my ambassador to Yunkai. He will tell the masters what has happened in Meereen. He will explain the choice they have before them. They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one. Well, go and catch Daario before he leaves. Tell him I changed my mind. Yes, Khaleesi. No. Tell him you changed my mind. Rat cunts. Fucking whore. You're doing it wrong. You need to burn away that horrible bit there. Otherwise it's gonna get infected and fester. I know you don't like fire, but if you don't do it right-- No fire. It'll only take a second. - It won't hurt that much. - No fire! Shut up about it. Shut up about everything. Thanks to you, I'm a walking bag of silver anywhere the Lannisters hold sway. Which is everywhere between where we are now and where we're going. I'm as stupid as that hog you stuck back in the village, getting myself cut and stabbed and bitten. No reward is worth this much trouble. Wish I'd never laid eyes on you. You say your brother gave you that sword. My brother gave me this. It was just like you said a while back. Pressed me to the fire like I was a nice juicy mutton chop. Why? Thought I stole one of his toys. I didn't steal it. I was just playing with it. The pain was bad. The smell was worse. But the worst thing was that it was my brother who did it. My father, who protected him... told everyone my bedding caught fire. You think you're on your own? Let me wash it out and help you sew it up at least. Bit of comfort never hurt anyone. We've been sleeping in ditches the last few weeks. I think we can treat ourselves to a featherbed for the night and a hot meal not cooked by you. Couldn't agree more, my lady. Just don't start expecting silk underclothes. Not working for your former lord any longer. - Yes, my lady. - Don't get drunk. No, my lady. Can I get you anything else? No, this will do nicely, thank you. Kidney pie is wonderful. Thanks. I do my best. A good kidney pie is all about the ingredients. Flour, lard, water, eggs, milk. Easy enough. But the meat, peacetime or not, getting your hands on a good bottom round steak and calves' kidneys is not easy. I mean, some people settle for plain old beef kidneys. Got no right to cook anything, them. Oh, and the gravy. Don't get me started on the gravy. Very difficult to get right. See, a lot of people give up on the gravy. You cannot give up on the gravy. No gravy, no pie. Simple as that. That's nice armor. Are you a knight? No. Oh, it's just people with armor are usually knights. Generally speaking. From King's Landing, though, aren't you? From there myself originally. Flea Bottom born and bred. What brings you to these parts? We're looking for someone. Someone in particular? Maybe they came in here. A lot of people come in here. Just the other day we had 17-- A girl, tall, red hair, very pretty. Her name is Sansa Stark, but she may be using a different name. Starks? What, like them lot from "Winterhell"? No, ain't seen anyone like that. I heard they was all traitors. Don't need no traitors in here. I pledged my life to their mother Catelyn Stark. I swore to her I'd bring her daughters home. Sure I can't get you a bit more kidney pie? What? It's nothing, my lady. You wouldn't be screwing your face up like that if it was nothing. Don't want to offend, my lady. Truly, I don't. You're not interesting enough to be offensive. The Lannisters want Lady Sansa. The Lannisters have money. People kill for money. I don't think we should be telling people we're searching for Lady Sansa. My lady. My lord. Could I have a word? What about? Not kidney pie. You seem like a proper lady. Someone who could be trusted. I never met no Sansa Stark. But I know her sister... Arya. No one's seen Arya Stark since her father was beheaded. She's presumed dead. She weren't when I last spoke to her. When was that? Heading up north with the Night's Watch. She was all dressed up as a boy. Like your ladyship, only without the armor. Going by the name Arry. - So what happened to her? - Well-- The quick version. The Lannisters took us prisoner. We escaped. The Brotherhood took us prisoner. They sold me to the innkeep. They were gonna sell Arya to her mother at Riverrun along with another prisoner. Big ugly fellow. Foul mouth and a face like a half-burnt ham. - Not friendly. - The Hound. That's the one. If you find her, could you give her this? She liked the last one I gave her, but, well, this one turned out better. Um, you were saying? Her mother's dead, grandfather's dead, Walder Frey is the new lord of Riverrun. The Brotherhood isn't going to Riverrun. They'll take her to the Eyrie, my lady. Why the Eyrie? Her aunt, Lysa Arryn. Catelyn Stark's sister. She's Arya's last living relative with money. She hates the Lannisters. Lord Tyrion made sure I knew which house married which and who hated who. Sansa could be there, too. Aye, my lady. Could be. You sure about this? No. I imagined you'd be back at the brothel at this hour. I did spend some time with an absolutely stunning blonde the other day. Mm, do tell. I've got every kind of filth down here except the kind I like. Your sister. Cersei approached me. We spoke a great deal about her daughter. How worried your sister is about her. She was trying very hard to pretend she had not come to sway me against you. I think she may have even believed it herself. Making honest feelings do dishonest work is one of her many gifts. It was difficult for her to hide her true intentions. It is rare to meet a Lannister who shares my enthusiasm for dead Lannisters. She desperately wants to see you killed. She didn't need to bother you. It looks as though I've taken care of that myself. The joy she will feel when my head leaves my neck. She's wanted this for a long time. Yes, I know. We met, you and I. Many years ago. I think I would have remembered that. Unlikely. You had just been born. Our father brought me and my sister Elia with him on a visit to Casterly Rock. My first time away from Dorne. I didn't like anything about the Rock. Not the food, not the weather, not your accents. Nothing. But the biggest disappointment... you. You and my family have more in common than you might admit. The whole way from Dorne all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister. A head twice the size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye, the privates of both a girl and a boy. That would have made things so much easier. When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us. Every day we would ask. Every day she would say, "Soon." Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and... she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large. Your arms and legs were a bit small, but no claw. No red eye. No tail between your legs. Just a tiny pink cock. We didn't try to hide our disappointment. "That's not a monster," I told Cersei. "That's just a baby." And she said, "He killed my mother." And she pinched your little cock so hard, I thought she might pull it off. Until your brother made her stop. "It doesn't matter," she told us. "Everyone says he will die soon. I hope they are right. He should not have lived this long." Well... sooner or later, Cersei always gets what she wants. And what about what I want? Justice for my sister and her children. If you want justice, you've come to the wrong place. I disagree. I've come to the perfect place. I want to bring those who have wronged me to justice. And all those who have wronged me are right here. I will begin with Ser Gregor Clegane, who killed my sister's children and then raped her with their blood still on his hands before killing her, too. I will be your champion. Hello, Robin. What are you doing? I'm building my home, Winterfell. At least I think I am. I haven't been back there in a very long time. Why did you leave? It's a long story. I stay here in the Eyrie. Mother says it's dangerous on the roads and I have to keep myself safe because I'm the Lord of the Vale and the Lord of the Vale is a very important person. Yes, you certainly are. When will you go back? Probably never. My family doesn't live there anymore and someone burned it down. Oh. Does Winterfell have a Moon Door? No, I'm afraid not. It's not high up in the mountains. It's down on the ground. That sounds dangerous. - How do you make people fly? - We don't. What do you do with all the bad people and the scary people and the people you don't like? I never did anything with them at all. Girls didn't take part in that where I came from. Well, I'm Lord of the Vale. When I grow up, I'll be able to fly anybody who bothers me. Or you. When we get married, you can tell me if you don't like somebody and then we can bring them back here and, whoosh! Right through the Moon Door. I like the sound of that. Let's put a Moon Door in your Winterfell. All right. It can go in here in this big tower. Careful. You've ruined it. Now I'm going to have to rebuild the whole thing. - I didn't ruin it. - You did. It was already ruined because it didn't have a Moon Door. I was fixing it. Knocking things down isn't fixing them. - It's ruining them. - I didn't ruin it! - You're being stupid. - I didn't ruin it! Robin, I'm sorry, I-- Children. - I hit him. - Yes, I saw. I shouldn't have done that. No, his mother should have a long time ago. Consider it a step in the right direction. If he tells Aunt Lysa... Let me worry about Aunt Lysa. I was trying to remember what everything looked like. I'll never see it again. A lot can happen between now and never. If you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one. Why did you really kill Joffrey? Tell me why. I loved your mother more than you could ever know. Given the opportunity, what do we do to those who've hurt the ones we love? In a better world, one where love could overcome strength and duty, you might have been my child. But we don't live in that world. You're more beautiful than she ever was. Lord Baelish... Call me Petyr. You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa? Come here, Sansa. Do you know how far the fall is? No. Neither do I, precisely. Hundreds of feet. It's fascinating what happens to bodies when they hit the rocks from such a height. The impact breaks them right apart. Like eggs dropped on the floor. Sometimes pieces remain intact. You'll find the head sitting on its own. Every hair in place. Blue eyes staring at nothing. I know what you did. I'm so sorry, Aunt Lysa. I never should have hit Robin, I know it. I promise it won't happen-- Don't be coy with me, you little whore. You kissed him. You kissed Petyr. - I didn't. You don't understand. - I saw you. You can't lie to me because I saw it with my own eyes. - He kissed me. I pulled away. - Liar! Whore! He is mine! My father, my husband, my sister, they all stood between us and now they're all dead. That's what happens to people who stand between Petyr and me. Look down! Look down! Look down! Look down! Lysa! Let her go. You want her? This empty-headed child? Let her go. She's just like her mother. She'll never love you. I lied for you. I killed for you. Why did you bring her here? Why? I'll send her away. I swear on my life. I swear to all the gods. Let her go, Lysa. Oh, my sweet wife. My sweet, silly wife. I have only loved one woman... only one, my entire life. Your sister. 

#第三十七集

#本集共有单词数：117  总词数：8927

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Here we are. Ready? "The Rains of Castamere." You fucking deaf? Same wrong guess every fucking time. Listen, you cunt. "The Bear and the Maiden Fair." There's a man with an ear. Too bad you got a hangnail for a cock. First time I saw you with your breeches down, I thought you were a eunuch. You've seen it, girls. Like a baby snail peeking out of his shell. Your baby was crying this morning. Woke me up. You hear me? Yes. Well, got anything to say? I'm sorry he woke you up. I don't care if you're sorry. Keep that baby quiet or I will. Don't you ever touch him. Little wildling bitch. You should have stayed with your own kind. You listening to me? - Shut your mouth. - What? It's just an owl, you dumb bitch. No, it's not. Shh. I should never have left her there. - You couldn't have known. - Of course I could've known. They've been raiding the villages close by. And we just cower in here while they slaughter our brothers. Our brothers had orders to stay at Castle Black. So it's all right, then? Black Jack and Kegs and Mully chopped to pieces 'cause they broke the rules? I didn't say it was all right. I'm saying they shouldn't have been there. We're pledged to guard the realms of men. She's dead because of me. We can't even guard Mole's Town. We can't go after them. You know that. It's what they want. And little Sam. As if I cut their throats myself. Maybe she managed to hide herself. I thought all of you was dead. You went north with Mormont and no one came back. Not for ages. But then you did. She survived Craster and he was the worst shit I've ever met. She survived the long march to the Wall. She survived a white walker, for fuck's sake. She might have got out. She might have. If they hit Mole's Town, then we're next. Mance and his army must be close. 100,000 of them. And there's what, 105 of us left? You counting Black Jack, Kegs, and Mully? 102. How do 102 men stop 100,0? Whoever dies last, be a good lad and burn the rest of us. Once I'm done with this world, I don't want to come back. You think he was spying on you? No, not spying. The Dothraki think outsiders are ridiculous taking shame in the naked body. They make love under the stars for the whole khalasar to see. Yes, Your Grace. But you are not Dothraki. No. Well, I don't see why it matters. Grey Worm isn't interested. None of the Unsullied care what's under our clothes. He was interested. What? I believe he was interested. When the slavers castrate the boys, do they take all of it? All of it? The-- the pillar and the stones. I don't know, Your Grace. Haven't you ever wondered? Yes, Your Grace. Missandei. The lessons you give I in common tongue... these are precious to I. - To me. - To me. I don't remember teaching you the word precious. Jorah the Andal, he teaches I-- he teaches me this word. Do you remember the name you were given at birth? I remember nothing. Only Unsullied. When they cut you, do you remember that? I'm sorry. I'm sorry they did that to you. Why? Why sorry? It's a terrible thing to do to a boy. If the masters never cut me, I never am Unsullied. I never stand in the Plaza of Pride when Daenerys Stormborn orders us to kill the masters. I never am chosen to lead the Unsullied. I never meet Missandei from the island of Naath. I am sorry I-- for today. I am sorry. Kraken. Mmm. Strong as long as they're in the sea. When you take them out of the water, no bones. They collapse under their proud weight and slump into a heap of nothing. You'd think they know that. Unfortunately, they're not very bright. What do you tell them? I'm Theon Greyjoy, son of Balon, heir to the Iron Islands. - And what are you really? - I'm Reek. Are you sure? You do look very much like a lord. Formidable, proud. I'm Reek. Until when? Always. - Forever. - That's right. Until you're rotting in the ground. Remember what you are and what you're not. Bring me Moat Cailin. No closer. Who are you? I'm Kenning, commander of this garrison. And you say you're Theon Greyjoy? Yes. And why should I believe that? I was born on Pyke to Balon Greyjoy. His third and last living son. I am your prince. I swear it by the Drowned God. What is dead may never die. What is dead may never die. And if you were my prince, why are you marching with a Bolton army? Lord Bolton took me captive after Winterfell. He sent me to treat with you in good faith as your fellow ironborn. And what does Lord Bolton want? You are fading from sickness, you are badly outnumbered, and you're hundreds of miles from the sea. Lord Bolton implores you to protect your men and abandon this fortress you can no longer hold. Do this, and he will be just and fair with you as he has been with me. The Boltons will give you safe passage to the Stony Shore. He wants us to surrender? My own father, your king, surrendered years ago to Robert Baratheon. I watched him bend the knee. There was no shame there. He fought with honor, as did you. "No shame." "Fought with honor." I'm sorry, I didn't hear. "No shame." "Fought with honor." Only a whipped dog would speak this way. Or a woman. Are you a woman, boy? You don't know-- The ironborn will not surrender. Reek. My name is Reek... You go tell your master that, Theon Greyjoy, or whoever the fuck you are. My name is Reek. What in the hell are you muttering? I'm Reek. Reek. If we yield, we live? Is that what it says on this paper here? Yes. Have your men raise the white flag and open the gates. You're going home. You didn't really think I'd let them go, did you? It's fallen out of fashion, flaying. Sad, but true. Traditions are important. Where are we without our history? - Eh? - Yes, my lord. Will we go home now? I believe we will. To our new home. You have foreign blood, don't you, Baelish? A great-grandfather from Braavos, yes. I suppose all of our ancestors came from somewhere else originally. Our forebearers settled the Vale thousands of years ago. We've fought off invaders ever since. The beauty of the Vale is matched only by the nobility of its great families. Lady Arryn often told me that you were her rock, Lord Royce. She told me nothing about you, Baelish. But I didn't need to hear from her. Moneylender. Whoremonger. You've been licking Tywin Lannister's boots so long, - it's a wonder your tongue's not black. - My lord-- And when Jon Arryn named you Master of Coin, no one cared. Always been a grubby job. Why not let a grubby man do it? But when I heard you were lurking here, fawning over the Lady Arryn-- Lady Arryn invited me. She and I have been close since childhood. Yes, we all know how close you were. Lady Arryn's predilections were her own affair. Her death is our affair. Of course. Her suicide shattered us all. She was an odd fish. Everyone knew that. But suicide? She adored that boy of hers. I don't see her abandoning him. Not by choice. Strange that within days of your arrival, you've married Lady Arryn and she's fallen through the Moon Door. She was always prone to melancholy. My lady wasn't meant for a world as brutal as ours. We were told there was a witness. A girl. A niece of yours, I believe. A girl with no learning and scattered wits. I assure you, she would be of no help. We'd like to speak with her. - Let me fetch her. - No need. We prefer to hear her testimony unadulterated. Come closer, child. You have nothing to fear from us or him. Lord Baelish here is your uncle? Your name is Alayne? Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if Lord Baelish left the room. - My lady-- - I wasn't asking you. He can stay. Speak up, girl, you're not a damn kitchen mouse. Tell us what you saw. I'm sorry, Lord Baelish. I have to tell the truth. I'll tell you everything. Please, Alayne, leave nothing out. My name is not Alayne. It's Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark. Lord Royce, we met when you came to Winterfell. You were escorting your son Ser Waymar to the Wall. Sansa Stark? You tell lies right to my face, you little worm? Lord Baelish has told many lies. All to protect me. Since my father was executed, I have been a hostage in King's Landing. A plaything for Joffrey to torture or Queen Cersei to torment. They beat me, they humiliated me, they married me to the Imp. I had no friends in King's Landing... except one. He saved me. Smuggled me away when he had the chance. He knew I'd be safe here in the Eyrie with my own blood, my Aunt Lysa. The Lannisters have friends everywhere. Even the Vale. He made me swear not to tell anyone my true name. Your secret is safe with us, my lady. Your father grew up right here in these halls. We hunted together many times. He was a fine man. Tell us what happened to your aunt, Sansa. You knew her well, my lords, my lady. You knew she was a troubled woman. She always loved Lord Baelish. She told me herself. From the moment he arrived at the gates of Riverrun, a boy of eight carrying everything he owned in a little sack. She confessed to me she never loved Lord Arryn. She did as her father commanded, as so many of us have. When the gods finally allowed her to be with Lord Baelish, she was so happy. For a time. My aunt was a jealous lady. She was terrified that Lord Baelish didn't love her anymore. That he would abandon her for a younger woman. And then... one day she saw him kiss me. Lady Sansa. It was a peck on the cheek, Lord Royce, nothing more. Lord Baelish is my uncle now, in truth, by marriage. He's always been so kind to me. I was so happy to be here, to be free. All because of him. But my aunt turned on me. She cursed me. Called me a whore. Promised to throw me through the Moon Door. When Lord Baelish tried to calm her, she struck him. She said she didn't want to live anymore. She stood on the edge of that Moon Door. He tried to reason with her. Promised her she was the only one he had ever loved, but she stepped through those doors and she was-- Shh. Shh, it's not your fault, sweet girl. It's not your fault. You could see it in the way she raised that boy. Feeding him from her own teats when he was 10 years old. Lord Royce! This is hardly the time. Apologies, my lady. And to you as well, Baelish. We treated you Ca bit harshly. You want justice, Lord Royce. I can hardly complain about that. I want the same. Not much justice to be meted out in suicide, is there? For Lysa, no. But for her son? Only 20 years ago, the knights of the Vale rode behind Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, Robert Baratheon. They fought together to overcome the Mad King. And since then, Arryn and Royce, Corbray, Waynwood, all the great houses of the Vale watched from the corner. A timid boy at a tavern brawl. Are you questioning our courage? I want to know which side you're on. Do you support the Lannisters, the house that executed your friend Ned Stark? Of course we don't support the damn Lannisters. No? Catelyn Stark begged her sister for support and Lysa refused. By staying out of the fray, you've allowed Tywin Lannister to destroy his rivals on every compass point. Who stands against him now? Who would you have us back, Lord Baelish? Robb Stark is dead. I'd have you back Robin Arryn, Lord of the Vale. Robin Arryn is a sickly little boy. And sickly little boys sometimes become powerful men. More often they die young. I adored Lysa with all my heart. But she loved her son so much, she became overprotective. He needs to learn how to swing a sword. How to ride a horse. - Aye, it's time. - Yes, it's time. Time for him to tour the Vale, to visit all the castles in his domain. Time for Robin to leave the nest. Ser Barristan. Yes? Who sent you? - Ser Barristan. - Ser Jorah. Have I forgotten a council meeting? No. What's this? A royal pardon signed by Robert Baratheon. You spied on her. Who gave you this? Does it matter? Have you told her? I wanted to tell you first, man-to-man rather than go behind your back. Let me speak with her in private. You'll never be alone with her again. Why did the usurper pardon you? If we could speak alone. No, speak to me here. Explain it to me. Who do you think sent this to Meereen? Who profits? This is the work of Tywin Lannister. He wants to divide us. If we're fighting each other, we're not fighting him. The pardon was signed the year we met. Why were you pardoned? Unless you're saying this document was forged. It is not forged. Why, then? I sent letters to Varys, the spymaster of King's Landing. What was the content of these letters? - Information. - What information? When you and Viserys arrived in Pentos. His plan to marry you to Khal Drogo. When you were married. When your brother died. You told him I was carrying Drogo's child? - I-- - Yes or no? - Khaleesi. - Don't call me that. Did you tell him I was carrying Drogo's child? Yes. That wine merchant tried to poison me because of your information. I stopped you from drinking his wine. Because you knew it was poisoned. I suspected. You betrayed me from the first. Forgive me. I never meant-- please, Khaleesi, forgive me. You sold my secrets to the man who killed my father - and stole my brother's throne... - I have protected you. Fought for you. Killed for you. ...and you want me to forgive you? I have loved you. Love? Love? How can you say that to me? Any other man, and I would have you executed. But you, I do not want you in my city dead or alive. Go back to your masters in King's Landing. Collect your pardon if you can. Daenerys, please. Don't ever presume to touch me again or speak my name. You have until dusk to collect your things and leave this city. If you're found in Meereen past break of day, I'll have your head thrown into Slaver's Bay. Go. Now. Moat Cailin is yours, Father. Walk with me. Has there been any word from Locke? No. Unimportant. A cripple, a young boy. None of the northern lords have seen them. Dead most likely. Most of the ironborn have fled the North. Now more will follow, thanks to you. Tell me what you see. Moors, fields, hills. Tell me what you see. Nothing. Not nothing. The North. Ride 700 miles that way, you're still in the North. 400 miles that way. 300 miles that way. The North is larger than the other six kingdoms combined. And I am the Warden of the North. The North is mine. Now tell me, what is your name? Ramsay Snow. No, not Ramsay Snow. Open it. From this day until your last day, you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North. You honor me. I swear I will uphold your name and your tradition. I will be worthy of you, Father, I promise. Come, Reek, I'll be needing a bath. Yes? First time I saw you, you were just a child. A girl from the North come to the capital for the first time. Not a child any longer. Why did you help me? They would have thrown you through the Moon Door if they found you guilty. That's not an answer. If they'd have executed you, what would they have done with me? I don't know. Neither do I. Better to gamble on the man you know than the strangers you don't? And you think you know me? I know what you want. Do you? I thought it'd make me happy, but it doesn't. Not really. Nothing makes you happy. - Lots of things make me happy.- Like what? Killing Polliver, killing Rorge. So you're sad because you didn't get to kill Joffrey yourself. Is that it? At least I could have been there to watch. I wanted to see the look in his eyes when he knew it was over. Aye, nothing in the world beats that look. You protected him for most of his life. You think you could have saved him? I wasn't the damn wine taster. Little shit deserved to die, but poison-- poison's a woman's weapon. Men kill with steel. That's your stupid pride talking. It's why you'll never be a great killer. I'd have killed Joffrey with a chicken bone if I had to. I'd pay good money to see that. You should have let me burn it. It's a fleabite. That fleabite's got you walking a lot slower than you used to. Well, we won't have to walk too much further. You really think my aunt will pay for me? Aye, she'll pay. I've never even met her. Doesn't matter. You're her blood. Family, honor, all that horseshit. It's all you lords and ladies ever talk about. I'm not a lady. Who would pass the Bloody Gate? The bloody Hound, Sandor Clegane. And his... traveling companion Arya Stark, niece of your lady Lysa Arryn. Then I offer my condolences. Lady Arryn died. Three days ago. I've never left home before, Uncle Petyr. - I'm afraid to leave. - You shouldn't be. The Lord of the Vale belongs in the Eyrie, Mother said. She said it's not safe outside. It wasn't safe for her inside. People die at their dinner tables. They die in their beds. They die squatting over their chamber pots. Everybody dies sooner or later. Don't worry about your death. Worry about your life. Take charge of your life for as long as it lasts. That is what it means to be Lord of the Vale. Shall we go? Wine always helps. I thank you for it. Trial by combat. Deciding a man's guilt or innocence in the eyes of the gods by having two other men hack each other to pieces. Tells you something about the gods. How much longer? Soon. Do you think Oberyn has a chance? The Red Viper of Dorne. You don't get a name like that unless you're deadly, right? I've never seen him fight. Oh, he's going to die. I'm going to die. Oberyn believes in himself. That's putting it mildly. What's the punishment for regicide? Drawing and quartering? Hanging? - Breaking at the wheel? - Beheading.  Seems rather ordinary. And he was my nephew as well, so what is that? Fratricide is brothers. Filicide is sons. Nepoticide. That's the one. Matricide, patricide, infanticide, suicide. There's no kind of killing that doesn't have its own word. Cousins. Cousins, you're right. There is no word for cousin killing. Well done. Do you remember cousin Orson? Orson Lannister? Of course. Wet-nurse dropped him on his head. - Left him simple. - Simple? Used to sit all day in the garden. Crushing beetles with a rock. Nothing made him happier. Nothing made you happier. You'd think being tormented from birth would have given you some affinity for the afflicted. On the contrary. Laughing at another person's misery was the only thing that made me feel like everyone else. The joke wore thin, though. For you. You drifted away. I had other interests. Yes, other interests. But I stayed with Orson. Why? I was curious. Why was he smashing all those beetles? What did he get out of it? First thing I did was ask him. "Orson, why are you smashing all those beetles?" He gave me an answer. "Smash the beetles. Smash 'em." I wasn't deterred. I was the smartest person I knew. Certainly I had the wherewithal to unravel the mysteries that lay at the heart of a moron. So I went to Maester Volarik's library. Volarik. Tried to touch me once. Turns out, far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. Doesn't seem right. In any case, I found nothing that illuminated the nature of Orson's affliction or the reason behind his relentless beetle slaughter. So I went back to the source. I may not have been able to speak with Orson, but I could observe him, watch him the way men watch animals to come to a deeper understanding of their behavior. And as I watched, I became more and more sure of it. There was something happening there. His face was like the page of a book written in a language I didn't understand. But he wasn't mindless. He had his reasons. And I became possessed with knowing what they were. I began to spend inordinate amounts of time watching him. I would eat my lunch in the garden, chewing my mutton to the music of... And when I wasn't watching him, I was thinking about him. Father droned on about the family legacy and I thought about Orson's beetles. I read the histories of Targaryen conquests. Did I hear dragon wings? No. I heard... And I still couldn't figure out why he was doing it. And I had to know, because it was horrible that all these beetles should be dying for no reason. Every day around the world, men, women, and children are murdered by the score. Who gives a dusty fuck about a bunch of beetles? I know, I know. But still, it filled me with dread. Piles and piles of them, years and years of them. How many countless living crawling things smashed and dried out and returned to the dirt? In my dreams I found myself standing on a beach made of beetle husks stretching as far as the eye could see. I woke up crying, weeping for their shattered little bodies. I tried to stop Orson once. He was twice your size. He just pushed me aside with a "kuuh" and kept on smashing. Every day until that mule kicked him in the chest and killed him. So what do you think? Why did he do it? What was it all about? I don't know. Good luck today. Looks like very light armor. I like to move around. You could at least wear a helmet. You shouldn't drink before a fight. You learn this during your years in the fighting pits? I always drink before a fight. It could get you killed. It could get me killed. Today is not the day I die. You're going to fight that? I'm going to kill that. He is the biggest man I've ever seen. Size does not matter when you are flat on your back. Thank the gods. In the sight of gods and men, we gather to ascertain the guilt or innocence of this... man Tyrion Lannister. May the Mother grant them mercy. May the Father give them such justice as they deserve. And may the Warrior guide the hand... ...of our champion-- Don't leave me alone in this world. Never. Have they told you who I am? Some dead man. I am the brother of Elia Martell. Do you know why I have come all the way to this stinking shit-pile of a city? For you. I'm going to hear you confess before you die. You raped my sister. You murdered her. You killed her children. Say it now and we can make this quick. Say it. You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children! You raped her! You murdered her! You kill her children! Wait. Are you dying? No, no, no. You can't die yet. You haven't confessed. Say it. Say her name. Elia Martell. You raped her. You killed her children. Elia Martell. Who gave you the order? Who gave you the order?! Say her name! You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children. Say it. Say her name. Say it! Elia Martell. I killed her children. Then I raped her. Then I smashed her head in like this! The gods have made their will known. Tyrion Lannister, in the name of King Tommen of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, you are hereby sentenced to death. 

#第三十八集

#本集共有单词数：120  总词数：9047

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