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♪ Game of Thrones 1x04 ♪ Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things Original Air Date on May 8, 2011

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The little lord's been dreaming again.

- We have visitors. - I don't want to see anyone.

Really? If I was cooped up all day

with no one but this old bat for company, I'd go mad.

Anyway, you don't have a choice. Robb's waiting.

- I don't want to go. - Neither do I.

But Robb's Lord of Winterfell,

which means I do what he says, and you do what I say.

Hodor!

- Hodor? - Help Bran down the hall.

Hodor.

I must say I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit.

Any man of The Night's Watch is welcome at Winterfell.

Any man of The Night's Watch, but not I, eh, boy?

I'm not your boy, Lannister.

I'm Lord of Winterfell while my father is away.

Then you might learn a lord's courtesy.

So it's true.

Hello, Bran.

Do you remember anything about what happened?

He has no memory of that day.

- Curious. - Why are you here

would your charming companion be so kind as to kneel?

- My neck is beginning to hurt. - Kneel, Hodor.

- Do you like to ride, Bran? - Yes.

Well, I mean I did like to.

- The boy has lost the use of his legs. - What of it?

With the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride.

- I'm not a cripple. - Then I'm not a dwarf.

My father will rejoice to hear it.

I have a gift for you.

Give that to your saddler. He'll provide the rest.

You must shape the horse to the rider.

Start with a yearling and teach it to respond

to the reins and to the boy's voice.

Will I really be able to ride?

You will.

On horseback you will be as tall as any of them.

Is this some kind of trick? Why do you want to help him?

I have a tender spot in my heart

for cripples, bastards and broken things.

You've done my brother a kindness.

The hospitality of Winterfell is yours.

Spare me your false courtesies, Lord Stark.

There's a brothel outside your walls.

There I'll find a bed and both of us can sleep easier.

Couldn't resist some Northern ass?

If you like redheads, ask for Ros.

Come to see me off, Greyjoy? Kind of you.

Your master doesn't seem to like Lannisters.

- He's not my master. - No, of course not.

What happened here?

Where is Lady Stark? Why didn't she receive me?

- She wasn't feeling well. - She's not in Winterfell, is she?

- Where did she go? - My Lady's whereabouts--

My Lady?

Your loyalty to your captors is touching.

Tell me, how do you think balon Greyjoy would feel

if he could see his only surviving son has turned lackey?

I still remember seeing my father's fleet

burn in Lannisport.

I believe your uncles were responsible?

Must have been a pretty sight.

Nothing prettier than watching sailors burn alive.

Yes, a great victory for your people.

- Shame how it all turned out. - We were outnumbered 10 to one--

a stupid rebellion then.

I suppose your father realized that

when your brothers died in battle.

Now here you are, your enemy's squire.

- Careful, imp. - I've offended you.

Forgive me, it's been a rough morning.

Anyway, don't despair.

I'm a constant disappointment to my own father

and I've learned to live with it.

Your next tumble with Ros is on me.

I'll try not to wear her out.

Shoulder, legs.

Leg, shoulder, leg.

Left foot forward. Good.

Now pivot as you deliver the stroke.

Put all your weight behind it.

What in seven hells is that?

They'll need an eighth hell to fit him in.

Tell them your name.

Samwell Tarly,

of Horn Hill-- I mean, I was of Horn Hill.

- I've come to take the black. - Come to take the black pudding.

Well, you couldn't be any worse than you look.

Rast...

See what he can do.

I yield.

- Please, no more. - On your feet.

Pick up your sword.

Hit him till he finds his feet.

It seems they've run short of poachers and thieves down South.

- Now they send us squealing bloody pigs. - Jon!

Again, harder.

I yield!

Enough!

He yielded.

Looks like the bastard's in love.

All right then, Lord Snow,

you wish to defend your lady love, let's make it an exercise.

You two. Three of you ought to be sufficient

to make lady piggy squeal.

All you've got to do is get past the bastard.

- Are you sure you want to do this? - No.

Yield yield yield! I yield.

We're done for today.

Go clean the armory.

That's all you're good for.

- Well fought! - Piss off.

Did he hurt you?

I've had worse.

You can call me Sam... If you want.

- My mother calls me Sam-- - it's not going to get any easier, you know?

You're going to have to defend yourself.

Why didn't you get up and fight?

I wanted to.

- I just couldn't. - Why not?

I'm a coward.

- My father always says so. - The Wall's no place for cowards.

You're right. I'm sorry.

I just... wanted to thank you.

A bloody coward.

People saw us talking to him.

Now they'll think we're cowards too.

You're too stupid to be a coward.

- You're too stupid to be a-- - Quick now,

before summer's over.

C'mere!

Hyah hyah!

Vaes Dothrak-- the city of the horselords.

A pile of mud.

Mud and shit and twigs--

- best these savages can do. - These are my people now.

You shouldn't call them savages.

I'll call them what I like, because they're my people.

This is my army.

Khal Drogo is marching the wrong way with my army.

If my brother was given an army of Dothraki,

could you conquer the Seven Kingdoms?

The Dothraki have never crossed the Narrow Sea.

They fear any water their horses can't drink.

But if they did?

King Robert is fool enough to meet them in open battle,

but the men advising him are different.

- And you know these men? - I fought beside them once,

long ago.

Now Ned Stark wants my head.

He drove me from my land.

You sold slaves.

Aye.

- Why? - I had no money

and an expensive wife.

And where is she now?

In another place,

with another man.

- Your Grace? - Yes, my dear?

They call you the Last Dragon...

They do.

You have dragon's blood

in your veins?

It's entirely possible.

What happened to the dragons?

I was told that brave men killed them all.

The brave men didn't kill dragons.

The brave men rode them.

Rode them from Valyria to build the greatest civilization

this world has ever seen.

The breath of the greatest dragon

forged the Iron Throne,

which the usurper is keeping warm for me.

The swords of the vanquished,

a thousand of them...

Melted together like so many candles.

I have always wanted to see a dragon.

There is nothing in the world that I would rather see.

Really. Why dragons?

They can fly.

And wherever they are, just a few flaps of their wings

and they're somewhere else...

Far away.

And they can kill.

Anyone or anything that tries to hurt them

gets burned away to nothing...

...Like so many candles.

Ow.

Yes. Seeing a dragon

would make me very happy.

Well, after 15 years in a pleasure house,

I imagine just seeing the sky makes you happy.

I was not locked in. I have seen things.

- What have you seen? - I've seen...

A man from Asshai with a dagger of real dragonglass.

- Ooh. - I've seen a man who could

change his face the way that other men change their clothes.

And I've seen a pirate who wore his weight in gold

and whose ship had sails of colored silk.

So...

Have you seen one?

- A pirate ship? - A dragon.

No.

No, the last one died many years before I was born.

I'll tell you what I have seen:

Their skulls.

They used to decorate the throne room in the Red Keep.

When I was very young, just three or four,

my father used to walk me down the rows

and I'd recite their names for him.

When I got them all right, he'd give me a sweet.

The ones closest to the door were the last ones they were able to hatch

and they were all stunted and wrong.

Skulls no bigger than dog skulls.

But as you got closer to the Iron Throne...

They got bigger

and bigger and bigger.

There was Ghiscar

and Valryon,

Vermithrax,

Essovius--

Archonei,

Meraxes,

Vhagar...

And Balerion the dread...

...Whose fire forged

the Seven Kingdoms

into one.

What happened to the skulls?

I don't know.

The usurper had them smashed to powder, I expect.

Scattered to the wind.

That's very sad.

Yes, it is.

What did I buy you for?

- To make me sad? - No, your Grace.

To, uh, teach your sister.

To teach my sister how to be a better lover?

You think I bought you to make Khal Drogo happy?

Oh, you pretty little idiot.

Go on then. Get on with it.

Someday your husband will sit there

and you will sit by his side.

And one day, before too long, you will present your son to the court.

All the Lords of Westeros

will gather here to see the little prince--

what if I have a girl?

Gods be good, you'll have boys and girls and plenty of them.

What if I only have girls?

I wouldn't worry about that.

Jeyne Poole's mother had five children-- all of them girls.

Yes, but it's highly unlikely.

But what if?

Well, if you only had girls,

I suppose the throne would pass to Prince Joffrey's little brother.

And everyone would hate me.

Nobody could ever hate you.

- Joffrey does. - Nonsense.

Why would you say such a thing?

That business with the wolves? Sansa,

I've told you a hundred times:

- A direwolf is not-- - please shut up about it.

Do you remember your lessons?

Who built the Iron Throne?

Aegon the Conqueror.

And who built the Red Keep?

Maegor the Cruel.

And how many years did it take to build--

my grandfather and Uncle were murdered here, weren't they?

They were killed on the orders of King Aerys, yes.

- The Mad King. - Commonly known as the Mad King.

Why were they killed?

You should be speak to your father about these matters.

I don't want to speak to my father-- ever.

Sansa, you will find it in your heart

to forgive your father.

No, I won't.

It's The Hand's tournament that's causing

- all this trouble, My Lords. - The King's tournament.

I assure you The Hand wants no part of it.

Call it what you will, Lord Stark, Ser,

the city is packed with people and more flooding in every day.

Last night we had a tavern riot, a brothel fire,

three stabbings and a drunken horse race down the Street of Sisters.

- Dreadful. - If you can't keep the King's peace,

perhaps the city watch should be commanded by someone who can.

- I need more men. - Ned: You'll get 50.

- Lord Baelish will see it paid for. - I will?

You found money for a champion's purse,

you can find money to keep the peace.

I'll also give you 20 of my household guard

till the crowds have left.

Thank you, My Lord Hand, Ser.

They will be put to good use.

The sooner this is over, the better.

The realm prospers from such events, My Lord.

They give the great a chance at glory,

and the lowly a respite from their woes.

And every inn in the city is full

and the whores are walking bow-legged.

I'm sure the tourney puts coins in many a pocket.

- Hmmm. - Now...

If there's nothing else, My Lords?

Oh, this heat.

On days like this, I envy you Northerners

your summer snows.

Until tomorrow, My Lord--

I've been hoping to talk to you about Jon Arryn.

Lord Arryn?

Oh, his death was

a great sadness to all of us.

I took personal charge of his care,

but I could not save him.

His sickness struck him

very hard and very fast.

I saw him in my chambers

just the night before he passed.

Lord Jon often came to me for counsel.

Why?

I have been Grand Maester for many years.

Kings and Hands have come to me for advice since--

What did Jon want the night before he died?

Oh, he came inquiring after a book.

A book?

What book?

Oh, I fear

it would be of little interest to you, My Lord.

A ponderous Tome.

No, I'd like to read it.

"The Lineages and Histories

of the Great H of the Seven Kingdoms,

with descriptions of many high lords

and noble ladies

and their children."

"Harkon Umber, first of his name,

born to Lord Hother Umber and Lady Amaryllis Umber

in the 183rd year after Aegon's landing,

at the last hearth. Blue of eye, brown of hair

and fair complected, died in his 14th year

of a wound sustained in a bear hunt."

As I said, My Lord, a ponderous read.

Did Jon Arryn tell you what he wanted with it?

He did not, My Lord. And I did not presume to ask.

- Jon's death... - Such a tragedy.

...Did he say anything to you during his final hours?

Nothing of import, My Lord.

Oh-- there was one phrase

he kept repeating:

"The seed is strong," I think it was.

- "The seed is strong"? - Mm.

- What does that mean? - Oh,

the dying mind is a demented mind, Lord Stark.

For all the weight they're given,

last words are usually

as significant as first words.

And you're quite certain he died of a natural illness?

What else could it be?

Poison.

A disturbing thought.

No no no, I don't think it likely.

The Hand was loved by all.

What sort of man would dare--

I've heard it said that poison is a woman's weapon.

Yes, women,

cravens...

And eunuchs.

Did you know that Lord Varys is a eunuch?

Everybody knows that.

Yes yes, of course.

How that sort of person found himself

on the King's Council, I will never know.

I've taken enough of your time.

No trouble at all, My Lord. It's a great honor--

thank you.

I'll find my own way out.

Syrio says a water dancer

can stand on one toe for hours.

It's a hard fall down these steps.

Syrio says every hurt is a lesson

and every lesson makes you better.

- Tomorrow I'm going to be chasing cats. - Cats?

Syrio says.

He says every swordsman should study cats.

They're quiet as shadows and as light as feathers.

You have to be quick to catch them.

He's right about that.

Now that Bran's awake

will he come live with us?

Well, he needs to get his strength back first.

He wants to be a knight of the Kingsguard.

- He can't be one now, can he? - No.

But someday

he could be Lord of a Holdfast

or sit on the King's Council.

Or he might raise castles

like Brandon the builder.

Can I be Lord of a Holdfast?

You will marry a high lord

and rule his castle.

And your sons shall be knights

and princes and lords.

Hmm? No.

That's not me.

Hello.

Ser Alliser said I'm to be your new Watch partner.

I should warn you,

I don't see all that well.

Come stand by the fire.

- It's warmer. - No, that's all right. I'm fine.

You're not. You're freezing.

I don't like high places.

You can't fight.

You can't see.

You're afraid of heights and almost everything else probably.

What are you doing here, Sam?

On the morning of my 18th Nameday, my father came to me.

"You're almost a man now," he said...

"But you're not worthy of my land and title.

Tomorrow, you're going to take the black,

forsake all claim to your inheritance and start North.

If you do not," he said...

"Then we'll have a hunt

and somewhere in these woods your horse will stumble

and you'll be thrown from your saddle to die.

Or so I'll tell your mother.

Nothing would please me more."

Ser Alliser's going to make me fight again tomorrow, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

I'm not going to get any better, you know?

Well...

You can't get any worse.

I hear you're reading a boring book.

Hmph.

Pycelle talks too much.

Oh, he never stops.

Do you know Ser Hugh of the Vale?

Not surprising. Until recently,

he was only a squire-- Jon Arryn's squire.

He was knighted almost immediately

after his master's untimely death.

Knighted for what?

Why are you telling me this?

I promised cat that I'd help you.

Where is Ser Hugh?

- I'll speak to him. - A singularly bad idea.

Do you see that boy there?

One of Varys's little birds.

The spider has taken a great interest in your comings and goings.

Now look there.

That one belongs to the Queen.

And do you see that septa pretending to read her book?

Varys or the Queen?

No, she's one of mine.

Is there someone in your service whom you trust completely?

- Yes. - The wiser answer was no, My Lord.

Get a message to this paragon of yours--

discreetly-- send him to question Ser Hugh.

After that, you might want him to visit a certain armorer in the city.

He lives in a large house at the top of the Street of Steel.

- Why? - I have my observers, as I said,

and it's possible that they saw Lord Arryn

visit this armorer several times in the weeks before his death.

Lord Baelish, perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.

Distrusting me was the wisest thing

you've done since you climbed off your horse.

...Two, three,

24, five,

six, 27,

- 28, 29-- - Ser Hugh?

30, 31, 32

- Ser Hugh! - As you can see, I'm busy.

I'm here on behalf of Lord Eddard Stark,

the Hand of the King.

I'm the Captain of his guard.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, Ser...

No "Ser." I'm not a knight.

I see. Well, it just so happens that I am.

He said he'd be glad to talk to the hand himself.

He's a knight, you see.

Ah, a knight.

They strut around like roosters down here.

Even the ones who've never seen an arrow coming their way.

You shouldn't be out here, My Lord.

- There's no telling who has eyes where. - Let them look.

The former Hand did call on me, My Lord, several times.

I regret to say he did not honor me with his patronage.

What did Lord Arryn want?

He always came to see the boy.

I'd like to see him as well.

As you Gendry! My lord.

Here he is.

Strong for his age. He works hard.

Show the hand the helmet you made, lad.

- This is fine work. - It's not for sale.

Boy, this is the King's Hand!

- If his lordship wants the helm-- - I made it for me.

- Forgive him, My Lord. - There's nothing to forgive.

When Lord Arryn came to visit you, what would you talk about?

He just asked me questions is all, My Lord.

What kind of questions?

About my work at first,

if I was being treated well, if I liked it here.

But then he started asking me about my mother.

- Your mother? - Who she was, what she looked like.

What did you tell him?

She died when I was little.

She had yellow hair.

She'd sing to me sometimes.

Look at me.

Get back to work, lad.

If the day ever comes when that boy

would rather wield a sword than forge one,

you send him to me.

Find anything?

King Robert's bastard son.

He likes that.

This is for the King from Lord Stark.

Should I leave it with--

shhh.

Listen.

Do you hear them?

How many do you think are in there with him?

Huh?

- Guess. - Three?

Four.

He likes to do this when I'm on duty--

he makes me listen as he insults my sister.

Forgive me, My Lord--

Why do I have to forgive you? Have you wronged me?

We've met before, you know.

Have we? Strange, I've forgotten.

The siege of Pyke. We fought side by side one afternoon.

Ah.

- That's where you got your scar? - Aye.

Oh.

One of the Greyjoys nearly took my eye.

- Vicious sons of whores. - They like their bloodshed.

They stopped liking it at the end.

That was a proper battle. Do you remember

Thoros of Myr charging through the breach?

With his burning sword?

I'll remember that till the day I die.

I saw the youngest of the Greyjoy lads at Winterfell.

It was like seeing a shark on a mountaintop.

Theon? He's a good lad.

I doubt it.

I'll bet you smell of blackberry jam!

Let me smell it. Come here.

Can I leave this with you?

The message from Lord Stark.

I don't serve Lord Stark.

- Where have you been? - Watch duty.

- With Sam. - Ah, prince porkchop.

- Where is he? - He wasn't hungry.

Impossible!

That's enough.

Sam's no different from the rest of us.

There was no place for him in the world,

so he's come here.

We're not going to hurt him in the training yard anymore.

Never again, no matter what Thorne says.

He's our brother now and we're going to protect him.

You are in love, Lord Snow.

You girls can do as you please.

But if Thorne puts me up against lady piggy,

I'm gonna slice me off a side of bacon.

No one touches Sam.

What are you waiting for?

Attack him!

You get in there.

Hit me.

Go on, hit me!

I yield!

Yield yield.

I yield.

You think this is funny, do you?

When you're out there

beyond The Wall with the sun going down,

do you want a man at your back?

Or a sniveling boy?

You send this whore to give me commands?

I should have sent you back her head!

Forgive me, Khaleesi. I did as you asked.

Hush now. It's all right.

- Irri, take her and leave us. - Yes, Khaleesi.

- Why did you hit her?! - How many times do I have to tell you?

You do not command me.

I wasn't commanding you.

I just wanted to invite you to supper.

- What's this? - It's a gift.

- I had it made for you. - Dothraki rags?

- Are you going to dress me now? - Please.

This stinks of manure. All of it.

Stop-- stop it.

You would turn me into one of them, wouldn't you?

Next you'll want to braid my hair.

You've no right to a braid.

You've won no victories yet.

You do not talk back to me!

You are a horselord's slut.

And now you've woken the dragon--

I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki!

I am the wife of the great Khal

and I carry his son inside me.

The next time you raise a hand to me

will be the last time you have hands.

I know for a fact that some of the officers

go to that brothel in mole's town.

I wouldn't doubt it.

Don't you think it's a little bit unfair?

Making us take our vows while they sneak off

for a little sally on the side?

- Sally on the side? - It's silly, isn't it?

What, we can't defend the wall unless we're celibate?

It's absurd.

I didn't think you'd be so upset about it.

Why not?

- Because I'm fat? - No.

But I like girls just as much as you do.

They might not like me as much.

I've never-- been with one.

You've probably had hundreds.

No.

As a matter of fact,

I'm the same as you.

Yeah.

I find that hard to believe.

I came very close once.

I was alone in a room with a naked girl, but--

you didn't know where to put it?

I know where to put it.

Was she...

Old and ugly?

Young and gorgeous.

A whore named Ros.

What color hair?

- Red. - Oh, I like red hair.

And her, um...

Her...

- You don't want to know. - That good?

- Better. - Oh no.

So why exactly

did you not make love to Ros with the perfect--?

What's my name?

Jon Snow?

And why is my surname snow?

Because...

You're a bastard from the North.

I never met my mother.

My father wouldn't even tell me her name.

I don't know if she's living or dead.

I don't know if she's a noblewoman

or a Fisherman's wife...

Or a whore.

So I sat there

in the brothel as Ros took off her clothes.

But I couldn't do it.

Because all I could think was

what if I got her pregnant

and she had a child,

another bastard named Snow?

It's not a good life for a child.

Ah, mmm.

So...

You didn't know where to put it?

Enjoying yourselves?

You look cold, boys.

It is a bit nippy.

A bit nippy, yeah, by the fire,

indoors. It's still summer.

Do you boys even remember the last winter?

How long has it been now? What, 10 years?

I remember.

Was it uncomfortable at Winterfell?

Were there days when you just couldn't get warm,

never mind how many fires your servants built?

- I build my own fires. - That's admirable.

I spent six months out there, beyond The Wall

during the last winter.

It was supposed to be a two-week mission.

We heard a rumor Mance Rayder was planning to attack Eastwatch.

So we went out to look for some of his men--

capture them, gather some knowledge.

The Wildlings who fight for Mance Rayder are hard men.

Harder than you'll ever be.

They know their country better than we do.

They knew there was a storm coming in.

So they hid in their caves and waited for it to pass.

And we got caught in the open.

Wind so strong

it yanked 100-foot trees straight from the ground,

roots and all. If you took your gloves off

to find your cock to have a piss,

you lost a finger to the frost.

And all in darkness.

You don't know cold.

Neither of you do.

The horses died first.

We didn't have enough to feed them, to keep them warm.

Eating the horses was easy.

But later when we started to fall...

That wasn't easy.

We should have had a couple of boys like you along, shouldn't we?

Soft, fat boys like you.

We'd have lasted a fortnight on you

and still had bones leftover for soup.

Soon we'll have new recruits

and you lot will be passed along to the Lord Commander

for assignment

and they will call you men of The Night's Watch,

but you'd be fools to believe it.

You're boys still.

And come the winter you will die...

Like flies.

I hit him.

I hit the dragon.

Your brother Rhaegar was the Last Dragon.

Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake.

He is still the true king.

The truth now:

Do you want to see your brother sitting on the Iron Throne?

No.

But the common people are waiting for him.

Illyrio said they are sewing dragon banners and praying for his return.

The common people pray for rain, health and a summer that never ends.

They don't care what games the high lords play.

What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?

Home.

I pray for home too.

My brother will never take back the Seven Kingdoms.

He couldn't lead an army even if my husband gave him one.

He'll never take us home.

Lover's quarrel?

I'm sorry. Do I...?

Sansa dear, this is Lord Baelish. He's known--

an old friend of the family.

I've known your mother a long long time.

- Why do they call you Littlefinger? - Arya!

- Don't be rude! - No, it's quite all right.

When I was a child I was very small

and I come from a little spit of land called The Fingers,

so you see,

it's an exceedingly clever nickname.

I've been sitting here for days!

Start the damn joust

before I piss myself!

Gods, who is that?

Ser Gregor Clegane.

They call him the Mountain.

The hound's older brother.

- And his opponent? - Littlefinger: Ser Hugh of the Vale.

He was Jon Arryn's squire.

Lo how far he's come.

Yes yes, enough of the bloody pomp.

Have at it!

Not what you were expecting?

Has anyone ever told you the story of the Mountain and the Hound?

Lovely little tale of brotherly love.

The Hound was just a pup,

six years old maybe.

Gregor a few years older--

already a big lad, already getting a bit of a reputation.

Some lucky boys

just born with a talent for violence.

One evening Gregor found his little brother

playing with a toy by the fire--

Gregor's toy,

a wooden knight.

Gregor never said a word,

he just grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck

and shoved his face into the burning coals.

Held him there

while the boy screamed,

while his face melted.

There aren't very many people who know that story.

I won't tell anyone. I promise.

No, please don't.

If the Hound so much as heard you mention it,

I'm afraid all the knights in King's Landing

would not be able to save you.

My Lord, her Grace the Queen.

- Your Grace. - You're missing your tournament.

Putting my name on it doesn't make it mine.

I thought we might put what happened on the Kingsroad behind us--

the ugliness with the wolves.

And forcing you to kill the beast was extreme.

Though sometimes we go to extremes where our children are concerned.

How is Sansa?

She likes it here.

She's the only Stark who does.

Favors her mother,

not much of the North in her.

- What are you doing here? - I might ask the same of you.

What is it you hope to accomplish?

The King called on me to serve him and the realm,

and that's what I'll do until he tells me otherwise.

You can't change him. You can't help him.

He'll do what he wants, which is all he's ever done.

You'll try your best to pick up the pieces.

If that's my job, then so be it.

You're just a soldier, aren't you?

You take your orders and you carry on.

I suppose it makes sense.

Your older brother was trained to lead and you were trained to follow.

I was also trained to kill my enemies, your Grace.

As was I.

Seven blessings to you, goodfolk!

And to you.

Boy! Bread, meat and beer. Quickly.

Ah, good idea, grandfather. I'm starving.

A song while we wait or--?

I'd rather throw myself down a well.

Now now, grandfather, this may be your last chance if you're heading North.

The only music the Northerners know is the howling of wolves!

Gods.

I'm sorry, My Lord. We're full up.

- Every room. - Tyrion: My men can sleep in the stable.

As for myself, I don't require a large room.

Truly, My Lord, we have nothing.

Is there nothing I can do...

...To remedy this?

You can have my room.

Now there's a clever man.

You can manage food, I trust? Yoren, dine with me.

- Aye, My Lord. - My Lord of Lannister!

Might I entertain you while you eat?

I can sing of your father's victory at King's Landing!

Nothing would more likely ruin my supper.

Lady Stark!

What an unexpected pleasure.

I was sorry to have missed you at Winterfell.

Lady Stark!

I was still Catelyn Tully

the last time I stayed here.

You, Ser,

is that the black bat of Harrenhal I see embroidered on your coat?

It is, My Lady.

And is Lady Whent a true and honest friend

to my father, Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun?

She is.

The red stallion was always a welcome sight at Riverrun.

My father counts Jonas Bracken

amongst his oldest and most loyal bannermen.

Our lord is honored by his trust.

I envy your father

all his fine friends, Lady Stark,

but I don't quite see the purpose of this.

I know your sigil as well--

the Twin Towers of Frey.

How fares your lord, Ser?

Lord Walder is well, My Lady.

He has asked your father for the honor of his presence

on his 90th Nameday.

He plans to take another wife.

This man

came into my house as a guest

and there conspired to murder my son,

a boy of 10.

In the name of King Robert and the good lords you serve,

I call upon you to seize him

and help me return him to Winterfell

to await the King's Justice.

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