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- Look out!
- Fire! Fire!

A band of 20
men, maybe less.

They were in and out
before anyone spotted them.

Burnt our food stores
to the ground,

all our siege weapons destroyed.

- Dozens of tents were--
- Horses?

We're still getting a count,
but hundreds are dead.

20 men rode into our camp without a
single guard sounding the alarm?

The northerners know more about
their land than we ever will.

Put last night's guards
in chains.

Either they fell asleep or
they conspired with the enemy.

- Find out the truth and then hang them.
- Your Grace.

Unless there's a thaw, we can't
press forward to Winterfell

and we don't have enough food
to get us back to Castle Black.

We're not returning
to Castle Black.

Forgive me, Your Grace, I never claimed
to be an expert in military matters,

but if we can't march forward
and we won't march back...

Have the dead horses
butchered for meat.

Halt!

Halt!

There it is!

Open the gates.

It was a failure.

It wasn't.

I went to save them.
I failed.

You didn't fail him.

Or him.

Or her.

Every one of them is alive
because of you and no one else.

I don't think that
fact's lost on them.

You have a good heart, Jon Snow.

It'll get us all killed.

Out of my way.

You sent for me, Your Grace?

Find some healthy horses and
a few knights to guard you.

I'm sending you back
to Castle Black.

Tell the Lord Commander
his king commands him

to send food, supplies,
fresh horses.

In return,
when I take the throne,

I'll make sure the Night's Watch
has all the men it requires.

He can guard all 19 castles
on the Wall if he so wishes.

Your Grace,
you named me your Hand.

Yes.

The King's Hand should
never abandon the king,

especially in time of war.

You're not abandoning me.
You're obeying a command.

A boy with a scroll
could deliver this message.

And if Jon Snow refuses
the boy with the scroll,

what does the boy say?

I didn't name you Hand for your
expertise in military matters.

Ride for Castle Black.
Don't come back empty-handed.

Your Grace, perhaps Queen Selyse

and Princess Shireen
could accompany me.

My family stays with me.

At least let me take Shireen.

A siege is no place
for a little girl.

My family stays with me.

What's this one now?

"The Dance of Dragons:
A True Telling"

by Grand Maester Munkun.

Now that sounds
like a proper story.

Ser Byron Swann wanted
to kill the dragon Vhagar.

He polished his shield for a week
so that it was like a mirror.

And he crouched behind it
and crept forward,

hoping the dragon would
only see its own reflection.

But the dragon saw a dumb man
holding a mirrored shield.

And burnt him to a crisp.

Thus ending
the dragon-slaying career

of Ser Byron Swann.

I made you something, Princess.

Do you like it?

He's beautiful.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

Will you make me a doe, too?
So that he can have company?

Of course I will.

But why am I getting a present?

Because you deserve it.

My son was always on me,
trying to teach me to read.

Gods, I was stubborn about it.

Made it this far
without reading.

Seemed to me I could
make it to the grave.

Wish I'd listened to him.

This is my own poor way
of saying thank you.

For teaching me
to be a grown-up.

I'll be gone for a
few days, Princess.

I want to hear all about "The
Dance of Dragons" when I'm back.

You'll read it yourself.

Prince Doran.

Forgive us.
We started without you.

Please, sit.

Princess Myrcella.

Uncle.

What a lovely dress.

- You don't like it?
- You must be cold.

Not at all. The Dornish
climate agrees with me.

Prince Trystane.

How's your jaw?

A fleabite.

What are you doing in Dorne?

Looking after the safety of my
niece, the Princess Myrcella.

And rather than send a raven
or speak to me directly,

you decided to enter
my country in secret

and abduct our guest by force?

We received
a threatening message.

The princess's necklace
in the jaws of a viper.

That necklace
was stolen from my room.

Oh, excellent.

A last meal before
the beheading?

Oh, I can't behead you.

Many in Dorne want war.

But I've seen war.

I've seen the bodies
piled on the battlefields.

I've seen the orphans
starving in the cities.

I don't want to lead
my people into that hell.

No, you want to break bread
with the Lannisters.

And that is precisely
what we are doing.

Let us drink to Tommen,
the First of His Name,

King of the Andals
and the First Men,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.

King Tommen insists

on his sister's return
to the capital?

I'm afraid he does.

I cannot disobey
my king's command.

She will return with you
to King's Landing.

And my son Prince Trystane
will accompany you both.

If the alliance between the Iron
Throne and Dorne is to continue,

their engagement must stand.

I accept.

One more thing.
My brother was named

to the small council
before his death.

Your father understood
the importance

of keeping Dorne in the fold.

With Oberyn gone, Trystane will take
his place on the small council.

You have my word.

The word of a kingslayer.

No wonder you can't stand.
You have no spine.

You are mother
to four of my nieces,

girls I love very much.

For their sake, I hope you
live a long and happy life.

Speak to me that way
again, and you won't.

May I inquire as to the
fate of my man Bronn?

Tell me, Ser Jaime,
in King's Landing,

how do they punish a commoner
who strikes a prince?

He said it was just a fleabite.

The fault is mine.

Bronn is merely a soldier
following my orders.

If anyone should
be punished, it's me.

Prince Trystane must learn
judgment if he is to rule one day.

I'll let him decide.

I have learned the value
of mercy from my father.

- I'll set your man free.
- You're a good man.

On one condition.

Why do we play?
I'm better than you.

I'll always be better than you.

Have I ever missed once?

I don't think I have.
I can't recall.

You must love humiliation.
Or pain.

Which do you love most,
humiliation or pain?

That one hurt, didn't it?

You going to cry?

Give up, little sister.

- You're going to miss.
- Oh, I never miss.

You will.
You're thinking too much.

Now you're nervous.
What if she's right?

- Luck.
- Now it's my turn.

You're too slow.

You've always been too slow.

Am I gonna be happy
at the end of this walk?

You'll find out very soon.

Say it one more time, handsome.

Who am I?

The most beautiful
woman in the world.

And that's the truth.

Slut.

Prince Doran,

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.

I didn't realize there were
knights of the Blackwater.

Only the one.

I believe you've already
met Prince Trystane.

Prince.

Sorry about the other day.

Prince Trystane
here is a man of mercy.

He's agreed to grant
you your freedom.

I'm glad to hear it.

Pie looks good.

There was one condition.

Perhaps some soup instead.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams,
and cock--

How much for your little clam?

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Come on.

Some oysters, girl!

I'm talking to you.

Is, uh...

- Girl!
- Tie her up!

Are you deaf? Girl!

Girl!

My lord.

My lord.

Lord Tyrell.

On behalf of the Iron Bank,

may I be the first
to welcome you

to the Free City of Braavos.

I hope your journey
was trouble-free.

A bit of chop the last few days.

Nothing too awful.

Good to see the old chap
still guarding the harbor.

And how goes the
harvest in the Reach?

Ah, the vintners say
this might be

the best year for red
grapes in half a century.

If we come to a
satisfactory arrangement,

I'll be sure to send a cask of
the Arbor's finest your way.

I'm afraid I don't partake.

Oh.

Some consider usury
distasteful, dishonorable.

Pure nonsense, of course.

I'm glad we see eye to
eye on this matter.

Did you know that at
one point Maegor the third

tried to outlaw it
in the Seven Kingdoms?

Wanted to arrest anyone
caught charging interest

and cut off both their hands.

Most unfortunate
for the glovers.

If a man charges
no interest on a loan,

then he has nothing to gain
and everything to lose,

so why chance it?

Whereas the promise of reward

makes a man willing to gamble.

We are not gamblers here at
the Iron Bank, Lord Tyrell.

You are the world's
best gamblers.

And all those bets
you won built this.

We should celebrate.

I'm afraid I still have
a good deal of work to do.

Oh, nonsense. Work's over.
Do you sing?

- I don't have that gift.
- Oh, it's not a gift.

It's a skill.
Anyone can learn it.

♪ So give me a kiss
by the Long Canal ♪

♪ And give me two kisses
in Salty Town ♪

♪ For we're going
to die tomorrow ♪

♪ The bareheaded beggar,
the king with his crown... ♪

Thought that old shit
would never stop singing.

Wasn't bad, though.

The Tyrells can all rot in hell.

Treasonous cunts.

They were going to make
that boy-fucker Renly king.

This is the place, lads.

The sleekest little minks
in Braavos.

- You buying?
- Oh, I'm buying.

But I never was good at sharing.

Sell your fish somewhere else.

Oh, let her in, Brusco.
I'm hungry.

Come here, sweetness.

They say oysters
get the juices flowing.

We'll take half a dozen.

Three coppers.

Here's a silver because
the lady likes you.

Too old.

Brea.

Too old.

I have just the one.
Anara.

Our most expensive girl.

But well worth it, I assure you.

Too old.

Do you have what I want or not?

Of course.
Of course.

These fresh?

Come on, the lads are hungry.

Nothing better for your
cockstand than fresh oysters.

- Here. Thank you.
- I'll have one.

Any vinegar?

Who let this girl in?
Shoo! Shoo!

Good.

I'll tell you when we're done.

You'll have a fresh one
for me tomorrow?

Of course.

I'll have
you whipped, girl.

Go, go on.
Out, out, go.

Valar morghulis.

Valar morghulis.

And?

The thin man
wasn't hungry today.

Perhaps that is why
a man is thin.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

A girl has work to do.

Your rebellion is over.

You can swear your
allegiance to me now...

or you can die.

I believe in second chances.

I don't believe
in third chances.

You write like
a seven-year-old.

Your maester kindly agreed
to copy it over for me.

He didn't try to make you pay?

Mm-mmm.

Maybe he's changed.

The queen will be thrilled to know
you're bringing her daughter home.

She will.

You love her very much,
don't you?

Of course, she's my niece.

I wasn't talking about her.

You think I disapprove?

Why?

Because people disapprove of that
sort of thing where you are from?

They disapproved of Oberyn
and me where you are from.

Here no one blinked an eye.

100 years ago,

no one would have
blinked an eye at you

if you'd been named Targaryen.

It's always changing, who we're
supposed to love and who we're not.

The only thing
that stays the same

is that we want who we want.

I know your daughter had no
part in the terrible thing

that happened to the man I love.

Perhaps even you
are innocent of that.

Father.

Aren't you cold?

No. What are you reading?

- "The Dance of Dragons."
- What's it about?

It's the story of the fight
between Rhaenyra Targaryen

and her half-brother Aegon for
control over the Seven Kingdoms.

Both of them thought they
belonged on the Iron Throne.

When people started declaring
for one of them or the other,

their fight divided
the kingdoms in two.

Brothers fought brothers,
dragons fought dragons.

By the time it was over,
thousands were dead.

And it was a disaster
for the Targaryens as well.

They never truly recovered.

"The Dance of Dragons."

Why is that a dance?

It's just what they call it.

Hmm, doesn't make much sense.

I think it's poetic.

If you had to choose

between Rhaenyra and Aegon...

who would you have chosen?

I wouldn't have chosen either.

It's all the choosing sides that
made everything so horrible.

Sometimes a person
has to choose.

Sometimes the world
forces his hand.

If a man knows what he is...

and remains true to himself...

the choice is no choice at all.

He must fulfill his destiny...

and become
who he is meant to be.

However much he may hate it.

It's all right, Father.

You don't even know
what I'm talking about.

It doesn't matter.

I want to help you.

Is there any way I can help?

Yes, there is.

Good. I want to.

I'm the Princess Shireen
of House Baratheon.

And I'm your daughter.

Forgive me.

Where's my father?
I want to see my father.

It will all be over
soon, Princess.

No.

Where's my father?

No, you can't do this.
Father, where are you?

Please, let me see my father.

Father, where are you?
Don't let her do this.

Please let go!

Let me see my father!
Where are you? Please!

- It's what the Lord wants.
- No.

- Please! Let go! No!
- It's a good thing.

- A great thing.
- Stop. Stop!

- Please!
- Hear us now, my Lord.

- You can't do this!
- For you, we offer up this girl

- Please!
-...that you may cleanse her with your fire

and that its light
may lead our way.

Please! No, please
let me see my father.

If we don't act,
we'll all starve here.

All of us.

But if we make this sacrifice...

Accept this token
of our faith, my Lord,

and lead us from the darkness.

- Lord of Light, show us the way.
- Mother!

Mother, please!

Mother, please!
Mother!

- Mother!
- We can't.

- There's no other way. She has king's blood.
- Please don't do this!

Lord of
Light, protect us.

- Please! Father, please!
- For the night is dark and full of terrors.

Father!

Father, don't do this!
Please!

Mother, no! Please!
Please, help!

Don't do this!

Please, Father!
Mother, help!

- No.
- No, please! Don't do this!

Don't do this, please, Mother!

Please, Mother!
Mother, help!

Mother, help!
Help!

Please don't do this, Mother!

Please!

Please, Mother!
Please!

Please! No!

Please! No!

No!

Where have you been?

Just making sure
everything is in order.

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They're waiting for you.

Clap your hands.

That one, the smaller man.

No question, that's where
you should put your money.

The smaller man it is.

I'm not putting
my money anywhere.

Kings and queens
never bet on the games.

Perhaps you should go
find someone who does.

People used to bet against me
when I fought in the pits.

He would have bet against me.
Common novice mistake.

I've spent much
of my life in this arena.

And in my experience,
large men do triumph

over smaller men
far more often than not.

Has your experience ever
involved any actual fighting?

You yourself?

Have you ever tried to kill another
man who was trying to kill you?

Whenever I got into the pit
against a beast like that one,

the crowd saw me, all
skin and bone back then,

then they saw a pile of angry
muscles ready to murder me.

They couldn't get their
money out fast enough.

But the pile of angry muscles
never had any muscles here

or... here.

And the big men
were always too slow

to stop my dagger from going
where their muscles weren't.

Yes, whenever I saw a beast like
that one standing across from me

making his beast faces,
I knew I could rest easy.

You don't approve?

There's always been more than enough
death in the world for my taste.

I can do without it
in my leisure time.

Fair enough. Yet it's
an unpleasant question,

but what great thing has ever been
accomplished without killing or cruelty?

It's easy to confuse what is
with what ought to be,

especially when what is
has worked out in your favor.

I'm not talking about myself.

I'm talking about the necessary
conditions for greatness.

That is greatness?

That is a vital part of the
great city of Meereen,

which existed
long before you or I

and will remain standing long after
we have returned to the dirt.

My father would have liked you.

_

One day your great city will
return to the dirt as well.

- At your command?
- If need be.

_

And how many people will die
to make this happen?

If it comes to that, they will
have died for a good reason.

Those men think they're
dying for a good reason.

Someone else's reason.

So your reasons are true
and theirs are false?

They don't know their
own minds, but you do?

Well said.
You're an eloquent man.

Doesn't mean you're wrong.

In my experience,
eloquent men are right

every bit as often as imbeciles.

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- Your Grace--
- Shut your mouth.

- You can end this.
- She cannot.

You can.

Protect your queen!

Go!

Your Grace!
Your Grace!

Come with me.
I know a way out.

I know a way--

Stay close.

This way.

The other side.

Follow me.

Protect your queen!

Drogon!

Valahd.

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