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What are they doing with the bodies?

Get back to work.

No. I've been here for weeks.

I'm not scrubbing one more corpse
until you tell me why I'm doing it.

You will know why.

- When?
- When it's time, not before.

Get back to work.

- When do I get to play the game?
- Game?

The game. The Game of Faces.

You tried already. You failed.

I didn't even know I was playing.

Who are you?

No one.

Get back to work.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?
How did you get here?

I'm from Westeros, just like you.

Daughter of a lord, just like you.

Except I was an only child.

Heir to his fortune.

My mother died.

My father remarried,
and his new wife gave birth to a girl.

My stepmother didn't want any rivals
for her precious daughter,

so she tried to kill me with poison.

I found out.

Sought help from the Faceless Men.

And my father was widowed again.

I've been serving them ever since.

Was that true or a lie?

What?

Did you believe every word I said?

Get back to work.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Arya.

And where did you come from?

Westeros.

My family home is Winterfell.

I'm the youngest daughter of a great lord,
Eddard Stark.

He died in battle.

A lie.

After he was executed, I fled the capital.

Had to kill a stable boy.

Drove my sword through his back.

A lie.

I stabbed him in the gut.

I tried to find my mother and brother,
but I never did.

They were murdered by Walder Frey.

An outlaw kidnapped me,
a man called Polliver.

A man called the Hound. Sandor Clegane.

He tried to sell me,
but was wounded in a fight.

He begged me to kill him, but I wouldn't.
I left him in the mountains to die.

I wanted him to suffer. I hated him.

I hated him.

That's not a lie!

A girl lies to me,

to the Many-Faced God, to herself.

Does she truly want to be no one?

Yes.

I'm not playing this stupid game anymore!

We never stop playing.

So, those villages we were supposed to find?

We can't live on berries and roots.

I can.

You're not hungry?

Of course I'm hungry.

You're an awful traveling companion,
do you know that?

Possibly the least charming
man I've ever met.

I'm not your traveling companion.

We are traveling together
in each other's company, therefore...

Do you ever shut up?

I sailed from King's Landing to Pentos
in a crate

without ever saying a word.

Why?

It never occurred to you
to ask why until now?

You never wondered why Tyrion Lannister
decided to visit a brothel in Volantis?

I'm sure you visited many brothels
in many cities.

I killed my father.

He wanted to execute me
for a crime I didn't commit.

And he was fucking the woman I loved.

As miserable as you are, Mormont,
at least your father was a good man.

What do you know about my father?

I met him. I visited the Wall.

When I asked him about his men,

he knew all their stories,
every one of them.

He actually cared about the people
under his command.

How do they put it in the Watch?

"We shall never see his like again."

Oh, you didn't know.

I'm sorry. I am.

How?

I only know what I heard.

How?

He was leading
an expedition beyond the Wall.

There was a mutiny.

He was murdered by his own men.

We better keep moving.

Valar Morghulis.

Valar Dohaeris.

I have nowhere else to go.

I've taken her to every healer in Braavos.

I've spent every penny I had.

She suffers every day of her life.

I just want it to end.

It hurts.

I know.

Don't be afraid.

I used to be like you.

I was sick.

I was dying.

But my father never gave up on me.

He loved me

more than anything in the world,
just like your father loves you.

So he brought me here.

My father prayed to the Many-Faced God,

and I drank the water from his fountain.

It healed me.

I've devoted my life to him now.

You don't want to hurt anymore?

Drink.

Is a girl ready?

To give up her ears, her nose, her tongue?

Her hopes and dreams, her loves and hates?

All that makes a girl who she is?

Forever?

No.

A girl is not ready to become no one.

But she is ready to become someone else.

Why Daenerys? Why is she worth all this?

As I recall,

the Mormonts fought against the Targaryens
during Robert's Rebellion.

Do you believe in anything?

I believe in lots of things.

In something greater than ourselves, I mean.

The gods, destiny.

Do you believe there's a plan
for this world?

- No.
- Neither did I.

I was a cynic, just like you.

Then I saw a girl step into a great fire
with three stone eggs.

When the fire burned out,
I thought I'd find her blackened bones.

Instead, I saw her, Daenerys,

alive and unhurt, holding her baby dragons.

Have you ever heard baby dragons singing?

No.

It's hard to be a cynic after that.

Doesn't mean she's going to be
a great queen.

No, it doesn't.

The Targaryens are famously insane.

What if she conquers the world? Then what?

A thousand years of peace and prosperity?

First we have to conquer the world.

We?

All right, let's assume
your dreams come true.

She's ecstatic when
you bring her this enemy dwarf.

She hacks off my head
and restores your position.

You command her army, sail to Westeros,
defeat all your enemies,

and watch her climb those steps
and sit on the Iron Throne.

Hurrah. Long live the queen. Then what?

Then she rules.

So, a woman who has not spent
a single day of her adult life in Westeros

becomes the ruler of Westeros?
That's justice?

- She's the rightful heir.
- Why?

Because her father, who burned
living men for amusement, was the king?

- That's a slave ship.
- Why are they anchored?

They probably came ashore for...

Water.

Got a lot of fight in you, huh?

Salt mines?

Yeah, that or a galley slave.

He looks strong enough.

What about the dwarf?

Worthless.

Cut his throat.

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait!
Let's discuss this.

And then chop off his cock.

We'll sell it for a fortune.

A dwarf's cock has magic powers.

Wait! Wait! Wait, wait, Wait!

You can't just hand a dry cock to a merchant
and expect him to pay for it.

He has to know it came from a dwarf.

And how could he know
unless he sees the dwarf?

It will be a dwarf-sized cock.

Guess again.

The dwarf lives until we
find a cock merchant.

Queen Daenerys has outlawed slavery.

We're bound for Volantis, not Slaver's Bay.

Besides, she reopened the fighting pits.

I've never heard of free men
fighting in the pits.

The fighting pits in Meereen?

You're in luck, then.
You're about to be rich.

You are looking at one of the great warriors
in the Seven Kingdoms.

Him.

Him?

He's got to be 60 years old.

Sure, he's a bit long in the tooth,
a bit withered, been in the sun too long.

We can all see that.
But he is a veteran of 100 battles.

They wrote songs about him.

That true?

He won the tournament at Lannisport,
unseating Ser Jaime Lannister himself.

The Kingslayer.

Jousting. You're talking about jousting.

A fancy game for fancy lads.

The men who fight in the pits of Meereen
will swallow him whole.

I killed a Dothraki bloodrider
in single combat.

Liar.

It's no lie. His name was Qotho.

He was bloodrider to Khal Drogo.

Take me to Slaver's Bay,
put a sword in my hand,

I'll prove my worth.

For my children. Money.

Lord Baelish.

Yes?

Lancel Lannister.

Brother Lancel.

We abandon our family names.

That's quite a family to abandon.

The city has changed
since you were here last.

We flooded the gutters with wine,

smashed the false idols,

and set the godless on the run.

Well done.

I'm here on urgent business
for the Queen Mother.

Should I send word that I'll be delayed?

Step carefully, Lord Baelish.

You'll find there's little tolerance for
flesh peddlers in the new King's Landing.

We both peddle fantasies, Brother Lancel.

Mine just happen to be entertaining.

Do you think it's wise, Your Grace,

arresting the heir to Highgarden?

The Faith arrested the heir to Highgarden.

Of course, and the Faith
were armed on your orders.

The king's orders.

Is the king to blame
for Ser Loras' perversion?

House Tyrell won't tolerate this insult.

House Tyrell won't tolerate it?

I'm the insulted party, Lord Baelish.

Ser Loras was promised to me.
Instead, he chose the company of boys.

One's choice of companion
is a curious thing.

Most curious.

Lysa Arryn, for instance.

A thoroughly repellant woman.

Forgive me.

I know you're still in mourning.

Lysa was a good woman. A kind woman.

She was neither of those things.
We both know it.

Still, I pity her son.

How fortunate the young Lord of the Vale
has a new father to counsel him.

I know how hard it can be

to lose both your parents
at such a young age.

If war comes to Westeros, will the
Knights of the Vale fight for their king?

Young Lord Robin heeds my advice,

and I have always counseled
loyalty to the throne.

Good.

If there's nothing else.

There is another matter, Your Grace.

Something so urgent
I couldn't trust the words to a raven.

You once charged me with finding Arya Stark.

To my shame, I failed you.

But I have found Sansa Stark.

Alive and well and home again

living at Winterfell.

That's not possible.

My sources are well placed.

They tell me Roose Bolton
plans to marry her to his son, Ramsay,

a bastard recently legitimized
by King Tommen.

Roose Bolton is Warden of the North
by the grace of my father.

Indeed, his reward
for stabbing his own king in the heart.

We were fools to trust a turncloak.

Marrying his son to the last of the Starks
gives him more legitimacy in the North

than an alliance with
a hated southern house.

I will skin him and his bastard
like that wretch on their bloody sigil.

I would counsel patience, Your Grace.

Patience?

Sansa helped murder my son.
Roose Bolton is a traitor.

Stannis Baratheon is also a traitor,
marching with his army on Winterfell.

Let Stannis and Roose battle.

Let the enemies of the throne
slaughter each other.

And when they're done, seize Winterfell
from whichever thief survives.

Winterfell is 1,000 miles away from here.
The weather has already begun to turn.

That is why it is critical to strike soon,
while the victor still licks his wounds.

Surely your Uncle Kevan
could muster a force.

My Uncle Kevan has all the courage
of a kitchen mouse.

Ser Jaime, then.

Jaime's away
on a sensitive diplomatic mission.

I have no idea when he'll be back.

Perhaps I can help.

The Knights of the Vale
are some of the best fighters in Westeros,

trained to battle in the ice and the snow.

Forgive me, Lord Baelish,

you have a reputation as a moneylender
and a brothel keeper, not a military man.

You wouldn't risk a single Lannister soldier
or a single coin from the royal treasury.

What do you have to lose?

A brothel keeper?

And if you succeed?

Name me Warden of the North.

I'll speak to the king this evening,

have him issue a royal decree.

I'll not rest until the
lion flies over Winterfell.

I'll know you're a man of your word

when I see Sansa Stark's head on a spike.

As I said,

I live to serve.

I'm going to ask him tomorrow.

- What if he says no?
- He won't.

We've waited long enough.

I want you to be my wife.

Now.

What is it?

Do you want to marry me
because our families arranged it?

Or do you...

We can't. Not yet.

Why not?

You know why not. Someone will see.

You are going to be my wife.

I am going to be your husband.

We're allowed
to walk through the gardens together.

How many other girls
have you walked through these gardens?

I like the way your eyes go squinty
when you're jealous.

They do not go squinty,
and you didn't answer the question.

They make a lovely couple.

A Lannister and a Martell.

They have no idea how dangerous that is.

We must protect them.

Yes, my prince.

You haven't had to use
that ax of yours in a long time.

I hope you remember how.

I remember how.

The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun

And her kisses were warmer than spring

The Dornishman's blade
It was made of black steel

And its kiss was a terrible thing

The Dornishman's wife
Would sing as she bathed

In a voice that was sweet as a peach...

All right, that's enough.

I'm coming to the best part.

We're trying to blend in.

Don't want everyone in Dorne
to hear your accent.

This song really is all about the ending.

It can wait. There.

That's the Water Gardens.

And once we've got the princess,
then what?

I like to improvise.

That explains the golden hand.

Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.

For Oberyn.

For Oberyn.

Well, she's made herself at home.

Myrcella.

Uncle Jaime?

I...

I don't understand. What are you doing here?

Let's speak in private.

I am Trystane Martell.

Trystane is my intended.

Excellent. Good to meet you.

We weren't expecting you, Lord Jaime.

Why don't you let them
have some time alone, son?

Let's not do something stupid.

That was something stupid.

We have to go, Myrcella, now.

You hurt him!

He'll be fine, I promise. But we have to...

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Take her!

- You're coming with me.
- I don't want to.

I wasn't asking, princess.

Drop your weapons!

I am Obara Sand.

Daughter of Oberyn Martell.

I fight for Dorne. Who do you fight for?

Drop your weapons.

When you were whole,
it would have been a good fight.

You fight pretty good for a little girl.

Halt!

Oh.

You can smell the shit from five miles away.

Well, why have we stopped? Go on.

Rumors and gossip, that's all they've got.

It's theater, nothing more.

If they arrested
all the pillow biters in King's Landing,

there'd be no room left in the dungeons
for anyone else.

Everyone knew about him and Renly.

Renly Baratheon shagged
half the stable boys in the Seven Kingdoms.

Everyone knew, no one cared.

But he was the king's brother.

And Loras is the queen's brother.

No, no, no, no. This is unacceptable.

- Cersei's behind it.
- Yes, of course she is.

She wants to drag our name through the dirt,
put us in our place.

Get some rest, dear. You look appalling.

And let me deal with Cersei Lannister.

Your Grace, I have traveled a long way.

You must be exhausted.

Put the pen down, dear.
We both know you're not writing anything.

Ah, yes. The famously tart-tongued
Queen of Thorns.

And the famous tart, Queen Cersei.

I beg your pardon?

I know you're behind
this absurd incarceration of my grandson.

If you apologize for that comment,
perhaps I'll...

You'll get your apology when I get Loras.

I was as shocked as anyone
when the Faith arrested Ser Loras.

I have no love for these fanatics,

but what can a Queen Mother do?

Has the crown suddenly stopped needing

the troops, gold,
and wheat my house supplies?

I can assure you,
our alliance with House Tyrell remains...

Do you expect the alliance to continue
after you've thrown our future into prison?

As I said,

I didn't imprison anyone.

As for your veiled threats...

What veil?

The Lannister-Tyrell alliance brought peace
to a war-torn country.

Do you really want to see
the Seven Kingdoms slide back into warfare?

I didn't trust your father.

I didn't particularly like him.

But I respected him. He was no fool.

He understood that sometimes
we must work with our rivals

rather than destroy them.

House Lannister has no rival.

The High Septon has called for an inquest,
not a trial.

Just a small hearing to determine whether
the charges against Loras have merit,

which I'm sure they don't.

Loras will be freed,
our happy alliance will continue,

and we'll forget
this unfortunate conversation ever happened.

Good day, Lady Olenna.

You are aware of
the rumors concerning you and Renly?

I don't pay attention to rumors.

You were said
to be despondent when he died.

Witnesses state that you
refused to leave his bedside,

even as Stannis' army closed in.

He was my friend.

He was my king.

Wasn't Joffrey your king?

He was anointed by the Seven, not Renly.

I was wrong to support
Renly's claim, I know that.

But I was forgiven by Joffrey.

I fought for him
at the Battle of Blackwater.

Yes, wearing Renly's armor.

Why does it matter what I wore?

Do you deny all the charges against you?

Fornication.

Buggery. Blasphemy.

Of course I deny them.

You never lay with Renly Baratheon?

Never.

Nor any other man?

Never.

That will be all, Ser Loras.

Well, I think that's quite enough of that.

The Faith calls Queen Margaery forward.

You call me forward?

Yes, we have some questions for you.

- I am the queen.
- You are.

And according to the law of the Seven,

neither kings nor queens are exempt
from testimony at a holy inquest.

How do you respond to
these charges against your brother?

They are lies.

- All of them?
- All of them.

Queen Margaery,

in the presence of the gods,
do you swear that your brother is innocent

of these charges against him,
to the best of your knowledge?

Yes, I swear it.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Do you know this man?

Yes.

Very well.

He is Ser Loras Tyrell, heir to Highgarden.

How did you come to meet?

I squired for him.

He took a liking to me.

He summoned me to his chamber
the first day we met.

And what occurred in his chamber?

We engaged in intimate relations.

You lay with him?

That night and many others.

Liar. He's a liar.

Is there anyone else
who can support your claim?

Yes.

Yes, Queen Margaery.

She walked in on us once, not long ago.

She didn't seem surprised.

This testimony is an insult
to a great house.

Why should the Faith or anyone else

take the word of a squire
over the heir to Highgarden?

He has a birthmark, Your Grace.

Quite high on his thigh.

Wine-colored
and roughly the shape of Dorne.

No! Liar!

What are you doing? Let us pass.

The Faith is satisfied
there is enough evidence

to bring a formal trial

for Ser Loras

and Queen Margaery.

What?

Bearing false witness before the gods
is as grave a sin as any, my lady.

Take her.

No.

Tommen.

Tommen!

You can't do this. I am the queen.

Tommen! Tommen!

I am your queen. How dare you?
Take your hands off me!

Tommen!

What do you want?

Lord Ramsay sent me
to draw your bath, my lady.

You want to be clean and fresh
for your new husband, don't you?

You're so beautiful,

but you need to keep him happy.

Ramsay gets bored easily.

You don't want to end up like...

Well, like the others.

What others?

I shouldn't gossip.

Oh, it's good to see the red again.

No point hiding anymore.

What others?

Let's see, there was Kyra,
the blacksmith's daughter.

She was tall like you, lovely figure.

But she talked and talked and talked,

and Ramsay grew tired of that.

Then there was Violet.

She had gorgeous blonde hair.

But she got pregnant.

And, well, that was boring.

Then Tansy.

Such a sweet girl.

Of course, sweet girls get a bit dull

after a while, don't they?

Ramsay let me come with him on that hunt.

Hunt?

Mmm.

Have you ever seen a body
after the dogs have been at it?

Not so pretty.

But, well, it's your wedding day.

Why am I talking about such things?

What was your name again?

Myranda.

And how long have you loved him, Myranda?

Did you imagine that he would
be with you forever, is that it?

And I came along and ruined it.

I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell.

This is my home, and you can't frighten me.

Are you done with your bath, my lady?

Go. I can finish on my own.

Yes?

I've come to escort you
to the godswood, my lady.

If you please, my lady,
will you take my arm?

No.

Lord Ramsay, he said I'm to take your arm.

I'm not touching you.

Please.

He'll punish me.

You think I care what he does to you?

Who comes before the Old Gods this night?

Sansa of the House Stark

comes here to be wed.

A woman grown, trueborn and noble.

She comes to beg the blessings of the gods.

Who comes to claim her?

Ramsay of House Bolton.

Heir to the Dreadfort and Winterfell.

Who gives her?

Theon of House Greyjoy, who was...

Who was her father's ward.

Lady Sansa, will you take this man?

I take this man.

Are you pleased, my lady?

Good. I want you to be happy.

My father said you're still a virgin.

Uh, yes.

Why?

Why are you still a virgin?

Afraid of dwarves?

Lord Tyrion was kind.

He was gentle. He never touched me.

You're not lying to me?

No, my lord.

Lying to your husband on his wedding night,

that would be a bad way to start a marriage.

We're man and wife now.

We should be honest with each other.

Don't you think?

Yes.

Good.

Take off your clothes.

Oh, no, no, no.

You stay here, Reek.

You watch.

Do I need to ask a second time?

I hate asking a second time.

Reek.

I told you to watch.

You've known Sansa since she was a girl.

Now watch her become a woman.