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You've seen better days, my lord.

Another visit?

It seems you're my last friend.

No, no, many still love you.

Sansa came to court this morning
to plead for your life.

On her knees begging for me. Hm!

Did you laugh with the others?

You do me wrong, my lord.
Your blood is the last thing I want.

I don't know what you want.

I've given up trying to guess.

When I was still a boy -

before they cut my balls off
with a hot knife -

I traveled with a group of actors
through the free cities.

They taught me that each
man has a role to play.

The same is true at court.

I am the master of whisperers.

My role is to be sly, obsequious
and without scruples.

I'm a good actor, my lord.

Huh. Can you free me from this pit?

I could.

But will I?

No.

As I said, I'm no hero.

What do you want? Tell me.

No riddles, no stories...
Tell me, what do you want?

Peace.

Did you know that your son is marching south
with an army of northmen? Loyal lad.

Fighting for his father's freedom.

Robb?

He's just a boy.

Boys have been conquerors before.

But the man giving Cersei sleepless nights
is the king's... the late king's brother.

Lord Stannis has the best
claim to the throne.

He is a proven battle commander
and he is utterly without mercy.

Stannis Baratheon is Robert's true heir.
The throne is his by rights.

Sansa pleaded so sweetly for your life.
It would be a shame to throw it away.

Cersei is no fool.

She knows a tame wolf is more
use to her than a dead one.

You want me to serve the woman who murdered
my king, who butchered my men,

who crippled my son?

I want you to serve the realm!

Tell the queen you will confess
your vile treason,

tell your son to lay down his sword

and proclaim Joffrey as the true heir.

Cersei knows you as a man of honor.

If you give her the peace she needs,
and promise to carry her secret to your grave,

I believe she will allow
you to take the black

and live out your days on the Wall
with your brother and your bastard son.

You think my life is some
precious thing to me?

That I would trade my honor
for a few more years of...

Of what?

You grew up with actors.

You learned their craft
and you learnt it well.

But I grew up with soldiers.

I learned how to die a long time ago.

Pity.

Such a pity.

What of your daughter's life, my lord?

Is that a precious thing to you?

It's a birthday message
to his grand-niece Walda.

- Or so Walder Frey would have you think.
- Keep shooting them down.

We can't risk Lord Walder sending word
of your movements to the Lannisters.

He's Grandfather's bannerman.
We can't expect his support?

Expect nothing of Walder Frey
and you'll never be surprised.

Look.

Father rots in a dungeon.

How long before they take his head?

We need to cross the Trident
and we need to do it now.

Just march up to his gates
and tell him you're crossing.

We've got five times his numbers.
You can take the Twins if you have to.

Not in time. Tywin Lannister
marches north as we speak.

The Freys have held
the crossing for 600 years,

and for 600 years they have
never failed to exact their toll.

Have my horse saddled and ready.

Enter the Twins alone and he'll sell
you to the Lannisters as he likes.

Or throw you in a dungeon.
Or slit your throat.

My father would do whatever
it took to secure our crossing.

Whatever it took.

If I'm going to lead this army, I can't have
other men doing my bargaining for me.

I agree.

- I'll go.
- You can't!

I have known Lord Walder since I was a girl.
He would never harm me.

Unless there was a profit in it.

What do you want?

It is a great pleasure to see you again
after so many years, my lord.

Oh, spare me.

Your boy's too proud
to come before me himself.

What am I supposed to do with you?

Father, you forget yourself.
Lady Stark is here...

Who asked you? You're not Lord Frey yet,
not until I die. Do I look dead to you?

- Father, please...
- I need lessons in courtesy from you, bastard?

Your mother would still be a milkmaid
if I hadn't squirted you into her belly.

All right, you come forward.

There. Now that I've
observed the courtesies,

perhaps my sons will do me
the honor of shutting their mouths.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

We're talking right now.

Fine.

Out! All of you!

- Oh!
- You too.

You see that?

Fifteen, she is.

A little flower.

And her honey's all mine.

I'm sure she will give you many sons.

Huh. Your father didn't
come to the wedding.

He is quite ill, my lord.

Huh. Didn't come to the last one, either.

Or the one before that.

Your family has always pissed on me.

- My lord, I...
- Don't deny it. You know it's true.

The fine Lord Tully would never
marry any of his children to mine.

- I'm sure there were reasons...
- I didn't need reasons.

I needed to get rid of sons and daughters.
You see how they pile up?

Why are you here?

To ask you...

to open your gates, my lord...

so my son and his bannermen may cross
the Trident and be on their way.

- Why should I let him?
- If you could climb your own battlements,

you would see that he has
20,000 men outside your walls.

They'll be 20,000 corpses when
Tywin Lannister gets here.

Don't try and frighten me, Lady Stark.

Your husband's in a cell
beneath the Red Keep

and your son's got no fur
to keep his balls warm.

You swore an oath to my father.

Oh, yes, I said some words.

And I swore oaths to the crown too,
if I remember right.

Joffrey's king now,

which makes your boy and his corpses-to-be
nothing but rebels, it seems to me.

If I had the sense the gods gave a fish,
I'd hand you both over to the Lannisters.

- Why don't you?
- Stark, Tully, Lannister, Baratheon.

Give me one good reason why I should
waste a single thought on any of you?

And... engage!

When does Aemon think you'll be
able to use that hand?

- Soon, he says.
- Good.

You'll be ready for this, then.

I thought a wolf was more
appropriate for you than a bear...

so I had a new pommel made.
It's called Longclaw.

Works as well for a wolf as a bear, I think.

This is Valyrian steel.

It was my father's sword,
his father before him.

The Mormonts have
carried it for five centuries.

It was meant for my son Jorah.

He brought dishonor to our House,
but he had the grace to leave the sword

before he fled from Westeros.

- My lord, you honor me, but I can't...
- Oh, you can.

And you will.

I wouldn't be standing here if it
wasn't for you and your beast.

A bloody dead man tried to kill me.

So you'll take it.
I'll hear no more about it.

- Is that understood?
- Yes, my lord.

Right.

Now, don't think this means I approve of this
nonsense with you and Alliser Thorne.

That's a man's sword.
It'll take a man to wield it.

I'll apologize to Ser Alliser tonight.

No, you won't.
I sent him to King's Landing yesterday.

The hand that your wolf
tore off that thing's wrist...

I've, uh, ordered Thorne
to lay it at the feet of this...

boy king.

That should get young
Joffrey's attention.

And it, uh, puts a thousand leagues
between you and Thorne.

Now go and put your sword
somewhere safe...

and bring me my supper.

Yes, my lord.

- Well done.
- Well done.

You earned that, Snow.

Well done.

Go on, let's have a look.

- At what?
- The sword! Show us the sword.

Sword! Sword! Sword! Sword!

Sword! Sword! Sword! Sword! Sword!

- Let's have a look.
- Piss off.

Come on, I want to have
a look at it in the light.

Give it here!

What is it?

- I...
- Look at its eyes.

- Give it.
- I can't.

You can't what?

I...

I'm really not supposed to say.

And yet you really want to say.

You want to say that...?

There was a raven.

I read the message to Maester Aemon.

It's your brother Robb.

What?

What about him?

He's heading south.

To war.

All his bannermen have rallied to his side.
They'll keep him safe.

I should be there.

I should be with him.

If we do that, they'll never
get back across.

Well?

What did he say?

Lord Walder has granted your crossing.

- His men are yours, as well.
- Huh.

Less the 400 he will keep here to hold
the crossing against any who would pursue you.

What does he want in return?

You will be taking on his son
Olyvar as your personal squire.

- He expects a knighthood in good time.
- Fine, fine.

And?

And Arya...

will marry his son Waldron
when they both come of age.

- She won't be happy about that.
- Hm.

And?

And...

when the fighting is done...

you will marry one of his daughters.

Whichever you prefer.

He has a number he thinks will be... suitable.

I see.

Did you get a look at his daughters?

I did.

And?

One was...

Do you consent?

- Can I refuse?
- Not if you want to cross.

Then I consent.

Sam said you wanted to see me?

I did indeed.

Perhaps you would be kind
enough to assist me.

Tell me, did you ever wonder why
the men of the Night's Watch

take no wives and father no children?

No.

So they will not love.

Love is the death of duty.

If the day should ever come when
your lord father was forced to choose...

between honor on the one hand...

and those he loves on the other,

what would he do?

He... He would do whatever was right.
No matter what.

Then Lord Stark is one man in 10,000.

Most of us are not so strong.

What is honor...

compared to a woman's love?

And what is duty...

against the feel of a newborn
son in your arms?

Or a brother's smile?

Sam told you.

We're all human.

Oh, we all do our duty when
there's no cost to it.

Honor comes easy then.

Yet...

sooner or later...

in every man's life...

there comes a day when it is not easy.

A day when he must choose.

And this is my day?

Is that what you're saying?

Oh, it hurts, boy. Oh, yes.

- I know.
- You do not know.

No one knows.

I may be a bastard,

but he is my father
and Robb is my brother.

The gods were cruel when
they saw fit to test my vows.

They waited till I was old.

What could I do when the ravens
brought the news from the South...

the ruin of my House,
the death of my family?

I was helpless...

blind, frail.

But...

when I heard they had
killed my brother's son...

and his poor son...

and the children!

Even the little children.

Who are you?

My father was Maekar,

the first of his name.

My brother Aegon reigned after him...

when I had refused the throne.

And he was followed by his son Aerys...

whom they called the Mad King.

You're Aemon Targaryen.

I'm a maester of the Citadel,

bound in service to Castle Black
and the Night's Watch.

I will not tell you... to stay or go.

You must make that choice yourself...

and live with it for the rest of your days.

As I have.

My lord...

My sun and stars...

Drogo.

My horse...

Blood of my blood...

No, I must ride.

He fell from his horse.

A Khal who cannot ride is no Khal.

He's tired, that's all.
He needs to rest.

We've ridden far enough today.
We'll camp here.

This is no place to camp.

A woman does not give us orders.
Not even a Khaleesi.

We'll camp here.
Tell them Khal Drogo commanded it.

You do not command me, Khaleesi.

Find Mirri Maz Duur.
Bring her to me.

The witch?
I'll bring you her head, Khaleesi.

Bring her to me unharmed or Khal Drogo
will hear why you denied me.

Hyah! Hyah!

Our scouts tell us the Stark host
has moved south from the Twins

with Lord Frey's levies in tow.

They're a day's march north.

The boy may lack experience and sense,

but he does have a certain mindless...

- provincial courage.
- Ah.

Oh, do continue.
Didn't mean to interrupt.

I do hope your savages
are going to be of some use,

otherwise we've wasted
good steel on them.

The great hairy one insisted
he must have two battleaxes.

Heavy black steel, double-sided.

Shagga likes axes.

When the battle commences, you and
your wildlings will be in the vanguard.

- The vanguard?
- Mm-hm.

Me and the tribesmen on the front lines?

They do seem rather ferocious.

Ferocious?

Last night... a Moon Brother stabbed
a Stone Crow over a sausage.

Three Stone Crows seized the Moon
Brother and opened his throat.

Bronn managed to keep Shagga from
chopping off the dead man's cock,

which was fortunate, but even still,
Ulf is demanding blood money,

which Shagga and Gunthor refuse to pay.

When soldiers lack discipline,
the fault lies with their commander.

Surely there are ways to have me killed that
would be less detrimental to the war effort.

There'll be no more discussion on the matter.

It appears I'm not hungry after all.

Excuse me, my lords.

Where did you find one
so pretty at this hour?

- I took her.
- Took her?

- From whom?
- From, uh...

Ser... What's his name?

- I don't know. Ginger cunt, three tents down.
- And he didn't have anything to say about it?

He said something.

Well, the odds of me living long enough for him
to retaliate have just dropped drastically.

We'll be at the vanguard tomorrow.

Oh, well.

I, uh... think I'll go and find myself one.

Who are you?

Who would you like me to be?

What did your mother call you?

Shae. What did your mother call you?

My mother died giving birth to me.

Is that why I'm here?
So we can talk about our mothers?

- What sort of accent is that?
- Foreign.

For...

What do you want from me?

What do I want from you?

I want you to share my tent.

I want you to pour my wine,
laugh at my jokes,

rub my legs when they're
sore after a day's ride.

I want you to take no other man
to bed for as long as we're together.

And I want you to fuck me
like it's my last night in this world.

Which it may well be.

And what do I get?

One - safety.

No one will hurt you
for as long as you're mine.

Two - the pleasure of my company,

which I have heard is spectacular.

Who told you this?
Women you paid?

And three...

more gold than you can spend
if you lived a thousand years.

Do you accept my proposal?

Let's start with your
last night in this world.

Khaleesi.

Come.

He's very strong.

No one understands how strong he is.

- He will die tonight, Khaleesi.
- He can't.

He can't. I won't let him.

Even a queen doesn't have that power.

We must go quickly.
I've heard there's a good port in Asshai.

- I won't leave him.
- He's already gone, Khaleesi.

Doth...

Even if...

Even if he dies...

why would I run?

I am khaleesi, and my...
my son will be khal after Drogo.

This isn't Westeros,
where men honor blood.

Here they only honor strength.
There will be fighting after Drogo dies.

Whoever wins that fight
will be the new khal.

He won't want any rivals.

Your boy will be plucked from your
breast and given to the dogs.

I won't... leave him.

The wound has festered.

You did this, witch.

Stop it!

I don't want her hurt.

No? No? You don't want her hurt?

Pray we don't hurt you, too.
You let this witch put her hands on our Khal.

Rein in your tongue.
She is still your Khaleesi.

Only while the blood of my blood lives.

When he dies, she is nothing.

I have never been nothing.
I am the blood of the dragon.

The dragons are all dead, Khaleesi.

I think you should wear
your armor tonight, ser.

I think you're right.

- You've saved me once more.
- And now you must save him.

He's beyond the healer's skills.

All I can do is ease his path.

Save him and I will free you. I swear it.

You must know a way.

Some...

Some magic.

There is a spell.

Some would say death is cleaner.

Do it.

Save him.

- There is a price.
- You'll have gold, whatever you want.

It's not a matter of gold.
This is bloodmagic.

Only death pays for life.

My death?

No, not your death, Khaleesi.

Bring me his horse.

Khaleesi, do not do this thing.

- Let me kill this witch.
- Kill her and you kill your khal.

This is bloodmagic.
It is forbidden.

I am your khaleesi.
I tell you what is forbidden.

Go. Now.

- Take her and leave.
- Uh-uh.

Take her!

You must go also, lady. Once I begin
to sing, no one must enter the tent.

The dead will dance here tonight.

No one will enter.

Bring him back to me.

What have you done?

I have to save him.

We could have been 10 miles away
from here by now, on the way to Asshai.

You would have been safe.

This must not be.

This must be.

Witch.

No, you can't.

Khaleesi!

No further, horselord.

Are you hurt?

- The baby...
- Hmm?

...is coming.

- Fetch the midwives.
- They will not come. They say she is cursed.

They'll come or I'll have their heads.

The witch - she can bring baby.
I hear her say so.

Are you in agony, my lion?

- No.
- You look like you're in agony.

The fire is burning your pretty soft skin.

Ah!

Damn you, woman.
Are you immune to pain?

- Just used to it.
- Drink.

Let's play a new game.

There's a Braavosi knife
game I could teach you.

Does it involve the potential
for losing fingers?

- Not if you win.
- No!

No fire games, no knife games.

- Let's do something I'm good at.
- What are you good at?

I happen to be a great
judge of character.

- This sounds like a boring game.
- It's not.

Here's how it works - I make
a statement about your past.

If I'm right, you drink.
If I'm wrong, I drink.

And no lying.
I'll know if you're lying.

I don't want to play this game.

Fine. Bronn first.

Your father beat you.

But my mother hit harder.

You killed your first man
before you were 12.

It was a woman.

She swung an axe at me.

You've been north of the Wall.

What brought you up there?

- Work.
- And...

you once loved a woman many
years ago, but it turned out badly

so you've never let yourself love again.

Oh, wait, that's me.

Your turn, my mysterious foreign beauty.

I don't want to play.

It's fun! Look at the fun we're having.

Your mother was a whore.

Drink.

All right.

Your father left the family when you
were very young, never to return.

Drink.

- And we've established the rules about lying?
- Drink!

Mm.

You wanted a different life.

You came from somewhere and
you wanted to be elsewhere.

The whole shit-stained world
could drink off that one.

So, specifics...

You wanted to be elsewhere,
but how would you get there?

I don't believe the life
of the Silent Sisters is for you.

So... what's a lowborn girl to do?

Drink.

- Are you sure...
- Drink!

And don't talk about my mother
and father ever,

or I will carve your eyes from your head.

My dear lady, if I have
offended you, I apologize.

My turn.

Fine, fine.

Ask away.

Try to penetrate the enigma that is me.

- Who were you in love with?
- That's not how the game works.

I don't care the way the game works.

Our lord here used to be married.

- Married?
- How did you hear that?

You hear lots of things playing
dice with Lannister soldiers.

Another night, perhaps.

Not another night. This night.

It's not a pleasant story.

Oh, maybe I will cry.

I'm guessing the lady and I can tell more
unpleasant stories than your lordship.

So...

I was 16. My brother Jaime and I were
riding, when we heard a scream.

She ran out onto the road, clothes half
torn off, with two men on her heels.

Jaime scared away the men easily enough,
while I wrapped her in my cloak.

She was too scared
to send off on her own,

so while Jaime hunted down the rapers
I took her to the nearest inn and fed her.

Her name was Tysha.

She was a wheelwright's orphan.

And she was hungry.

Together we finished off three
chickens and a flagon of wine.

Impossible as it seems, there was a time
when I was unaccustomed to wine.

I forgot how afraid I was around girls...

how I was always waiting
for them to laugh at me or...

look away embarrassed,

or ask me about my tall,
handsome brother.

I forgot about everything but Tysha.

And somehow I found myself in her bed.

For three chickens, I should hope so.

It didn't last long.
I didn't know what the hell I was doing.

But she was good to me.

She kissed me afterwards and...

sang me a song.

And by morning I was deep enough
in love to ask for her hand.

A few lies, a few gold coins,
one drunken septon

and there you have it - man and wife.

For a fortnight anyway, until the septon
sobered up and told my father.

Well, I imagine that was
the end of all that.

Not quite.

First, my father had
Jaime tell me the truth.

The girl was a whore, you see.

Jaime had arranged the whole thing -
the road, the rapers... all of it.

He thought it was time I had a woman.

After my brother confessed...

my father brought in my wife

and gave her to his guards.

He paid her well - a silver for each man.

How many whores command
that kind of price?

He brought me into the barracks
and made me watch.

By the end, she had so much silver

that the coins were slipping through
her fingers and rolling on to the floor.

I would have killed the man
who did that to me.

You should have known she was a whore.

Really?

I was 16, drunk and in love.

A girl who was almost raped doesn't invite
another man into her bed two hours later.

As I said, I was young and stupid.

You are still young and stupid.

Hyah!

- What is it? What do you want?
- You're sleeping through the war.

- What?
- They stole a night's march on us.

They're a mile north.

- Get my squire!
- You don't have a squire.

If I die, weep for me.

You'll be dead.
How will you know?

I'll know.

Watch out! Move!

Out of the way!

Move aside!

Stay low.

Stay low?

If you're lucky, no one will notice you.

I was born lucky.

Tribesmen of the Vale,

gather round!

Stone Crows!

Black Ears!
Burned Men!

- Moon Brothers!
- And Painted Dogs!

- And Painted Dogs!
- Painted Dogs!

Your dominion over the Vale begins now!

Onward, to claim what is yours!

Half man! Half man!

Half man! Half man!

Half man! Half man!

To battle!

You're a shit warrior.

I'm alive?

You're alive.

Did we win?

We wouldn't be having this
conversation if we didn't.

How did our tribesmen do?

Yeah, good.

- It's nice to see them getting along.
- You're wounded.

Good of you to notice.

I hear we won.

Huh! The scouts were wrong.

There were 2,000 Stark bannermen, not 20.

Did we get the Stark boy, at least?

He wasn't here.

Where was he?

With his other 18,000 men.

And where are they?

- We should go, my lady.
- No!

My lady!

Hyah! Hyah!

By the time they knew what was happening,
it had already happened.

Lady Stark. I'd offer you my sword,
but I seem to have lost it.

It is not your sword I want.

Give me my daughters back.

Give me my husband.

I've lost them too, I'm afraid.

Kill him, Robb.
Send his head to his father.

- He cut down ten of our men. You saw him.
- He's more use to us alive than dead.

Take him away and put him in irons.

We could end this war right now, boy,

save thousands of lives.

You fight for the Starks,
I fight for the Lannisters.

Swords or lances, teeth, nails -

choose your weapons and
let's end this here and now.

If we do it your way, Kingslayer...

you'd win.

We're not doing it your way.

Come on, pretty man.

- I sent 2,000 men to their graves today.
- The bards will sing songs of their sacrifice.

Aye. But the dead won't hear them.

One victory does not make us conquerors.

Did we free my father?

Did we rescue my sisters from the queen?

Did we free the North from those
who want us on our knees?

This war is far from over.

Could I have one?

A lemon one... or any of them.

Three coppers.

- How about a nice fat pigeon?
- Oh, piss off now. Go on.

Do you have any stale ones from yesterday?
Or any burnt ones?

Piss off!

Hey, where's everyone going?
What's happening?

- They're taking him to the Sept of Baelor.
- Who?

The Hand of the King.

- Traitor!
- Coward!

Baelor.

Baelor!

Traitor! Traitor!

I am Eddard Stark...

Lord of Winterfell...

and Hand of the King.

I come before you to confess my treason...

in the sight of gods and men.

I betrayed the faith of my king...

and the trust of my friend Robert.

I swore to protect
and defend his children.

But before his blood was cold...

I plotted to murder his son...

and seize the throne for myself.

Let the High Septon and Baelor the Blessed
bear witness to what I say...

Joffrey Baratheon...

is the one true heir to the Iron Throne...

by the grace of all the gods,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms...

and Protector of the Realm.

As... As we sin...

so do we suffer.

This man has confessed his crimes...

in sight of gods and men.

The gods are just...

but beloved Baelor taught us...

they can also be merciful.

What is to be done with this
traitor, Your Grace?

My mother wishes me to let
Lord Eddard join the Night's Watch.

Stripped of all titles and powers,
he would serve the realm in permanent exile.

And my Lady Sansa...
has begged mercy for her father.

But they have the soft hearts of women.

So long as I am your king...

treason shall never go unpunished.

Ser Ilyn...

bring me his head!

No!

Someone stop him!

My son, this is madness.

Put him down!

- Don't look!
- Let me go! Let me go!

Shut your mouth!
Look at me! Look at me!

Stop! Daddy! Stop!

- No! No!
- Traitor!

Stop!

Stop him! Stop!