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Shall we begin?

You Wildlings? I'm Meera Reid, daughter of Howland Reid. This is Brandon Stark, son

of Ned Stark.

And how do I know that's true?

You were at the Fist of the First Men. You were at Hardhome. You've seen the

army of the dead. You've seen the Night King. He's coming for us. For all of us.

Hey, come on. Let's get them inside.

I want every Northern Maester to scour their records for any mention of Dragon

Glass. Dragon Glass kills White Walkers. It's more valuable to us now than gold.

We need to find it. We need to mine it. We need to make weapons from it.

Everyone aged ten to sixty will drill daily with spears, pikes, bow and arrow.

It's about time we taught these boys of summer how to fight. Not just the boys.

We can't defend the North if only half the population is fighting. You expect me

to put a spear in my granddaughter's hand? I don't plan on knitting by the fire

while men fight for me. I might be small, Lord Glover. And I might be a girl.

But I am every bit as much a northerner as you. Indeed you are, my lady. No one

is questioning that. And I don't need your permission to defend the North.

We'll begin training every man, woman, boy and girl on Bear Island.

While we're preparing for attack, we need to shore up our defences. The only

thing standing between us and the army of the dead is the wall. And the wall

hasn't been properly manned in centuries. I'm not the king of the free folk. But

if we're gonna survive this winter together... Here. You want us to mind the

castles for you? Aye. Last time we saw the Night King was at Hardhome. The

closest castle to Hardhome is Eastwatch by the sea. And that's where I'll go.

Looks like we're the Night's Watch now. If they breach the wall, the first two

castles in their path are Last Hearth and Carhole. The Ambers and the Karstarks

betrayed the North. The castles should be torn down with not a stone left

standing. The castles committed no crimes. And we need every fortress we have

for the war to come. We should give the Last Hearth and Carhole to new families.

Loyal families who supported us against Ramsay. Aye!

The Ambers and the Karstarks have fought beside the Starks for centuries.

They've kept faith for generation after generation. And then they broke faith.

I'm not gonna strip these families of their ancestral homes because of the

crimes of a few reckless sons. So there's no punishment for treason and no

reward for loyalty?

The punishment for treason is death. Small John Umber died on the field of

battle. Harold Karstark died on the field of battle. They died fighting for

Ramsay. Give the castles to the families of the men who died fighting for you.

When I was Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, I executed men who betrayed me.

I executed men who refused to follow orders. My father always said, The man who

passes the sentence should swing the sword. And I have tried to live by those

words. But I will not punish a son for his father's sins. And I will not take a

family home away from a family it has belonged to for centuries. That is my

decision. And my decision is final.

Ned Umber.

Alice Karstark.

The centuries our families fought side by side on the battlefield. I ask you to

pledge your loyalty once again to House Stark. To serve as our bannermen. And

come to our aid whenever called upon.

It's done.

Yesterday's wars don't matter anymore. The North needs to band together. All the

living North. Will you stand beside me Ned and Alice? Now and always. Now and

always.

You are my sister but I am king now. Will you start wearing a crown? When you

question my decisions in front of the other lords and ladies you undermine me.

So we can't question your decisions anymore? Of course. Of course you can but.

Joffrey never let anyone question his authority. You think he was a good king?

Do you think I'm Joffrey?

You're as far from Joffrey as anyone I've ever met. Thank you. You're good at

this you know. At what? At ruling. No. You are. You are.

They respect you they really do but you have to. Why are you laughing? What did

father used to say? Everything before the word bot is horseshit. Never said that

to me. No. No he never cursed in front of his girls. Because he was trying to

protect us. He never wanted us to see how dirty the world really is but. Father

couldn't protect me neither can you. Stop trying. Alright I'll stop trying to

protect you and you stop trying to undermine me. I'm not trying to undermine

you. You have to be smarter than father. You need to be smarter than Rob. I

loved them I miss them but they made stupid mistakes and they both lost their

heads for it. And how should I be smarter? By listening to you. Would that be so

terrible? A raven from King's Landing. Your grace.

Cersei of House Lannister, first of her name, Queen of the Andals and the First

Men. Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. What does she want? Come to King's

Landing. Bend the knee or suffer the fate of all traitors. You've been so

consumed with the enemy to the north you've forgotten about the one to the

south. I'm consumed with the Night King because I've seen him. And believe me

you'd think of little else if you had to. We still have a wall between us and

the Night King. There's nothing between us and Cersei. There's a thousand miles

between us and Cersei. Winter is here. The Lannisters are a southern army.

They've never ranged this far north. You're the military man but I know her. If

you're her enemy she'll never stop until she's destroyed you. Everyone who's

ever crossed her she's found a way to murder.

You almost sound as if you admire her.

I learned a great deal from her.

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Oh my God.

Give her your東西

today.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ah, Maester Weyland. A drinker's liver if ever I saw one. Weigh that. A triumph

of transitory pleasures. Mankind's curse. Archmaester, I was wondering... What's

the weight? Um, 147.

I was wondering if you'd considered my proposition. I don't remember your

proposition. I asked you if, in light of what I'd seen in the north, if I could

have access to the restricted area of the library. That area is reserved for

Maesters. Are you a Maester? No. Not a very strong proposition, is it?

Archmaester, with respect. I've seen them. The army of the dead. The White

Walkers. I was sent here to learn how to defeat them. Everyone in the Citadel,

those who even talked to me, they all doubt the Walkers ever existed in the

first place. Everyone in the Citadel doubts everything. It's their job.

But the tales of the long night can't be pure fabrication. Too many similarities

from unconnected sources. Sources in the restricted area? The very same. And the

simplest explanation for your grating obsession with the White Walkers is that

you're telling the truth and that you saw what you say you saw. So... you

believe me? I do. You'll finish weighing that heart? That makes you the only

person south of the Twins who does.

We're not like the people south of the Twins. And we're not like the people

north of the Twins. In the Citadel, we lead different lives for different

reasons. We are this world's memory, Samuel Tarly. Without us, men would be

little better than dogs. Don't remember any meal but the last. Can't see forward

to any but the next. And every time you leave the house and shut the door, they

howl like you're gone forever. When Robert's Rebellion was raging, people

thought the end was near. The end of the Targaryen dynasty. How will we survive?

When Aegon Targaryen turned his eye westward and flew his dragons to Blackwater

Rush, the end is near. How will we survive? And thousands of years before that,

during the long night, we can forgive them for thinking it truly was the end,

but it wasn't. None of it was. The Wall has stood through it all. And every

winter that ever came has ended.

Be a good lad. Clean this up.

No. No. No.

You're a lucky man.

I've heard she beat the Hound in single combat.

She's a very impressive woman. What do you want, Lord Baelish?

I want you to be happy. I want you to be safe. I am safe. I'm at home,

surrounded by friends. I have Brienne to protect me from anyone who would harm

me.

What about happy?

Why aren't you happy? What do you want that you do not have? At the moment,

peace and quiet.

No need to seize the last word, Lord Baelish. I'll assume it was something

clever.

I'll assume it's a very good time. My lady. My lady. My lady.

Why is he still here? We need his men. Without the veil, Ramsay Bolton would

still hold this castle. Littlefinger saved us.

He wants something. I know exactly what he wants.

Bad night to be outdoors. You've got real powerful magic to figure that out. Did

the Lord of Life whisper that in your ear? It's snowing, Soros. It's windy. It's

gonna be cold night. You're a grouchy old bear, aren't you, Clegane? You want

some rum? Don't like that shit. It's too sweet. Why are you always in such a

foul mood? Experience.

This seems like a good place to spend the night. These people don't want us

here. Seems deserted to me. No livestock. No smoke coming from the chimney. No

smoke coming from the chimney.

I don't like the look of it. For a big hard man, you scare easy. I'll tell you

what doesn't scare me. Bold cocksuckers like you. You think you're fooling

anyone with that topknot? Bold cunt. Come on. Maybe they've got some ale hidden

away. They don't. darlul.

See if there's a larder. There always needs something, guys.

How do you think it ended for them? What's death? A girl died in her father's

arms. Both of them covered in blood and a knife at their feet.

I'd say they were starving. And rather than let his little girl suffer, he ended

it for both of them. Doesn't matter now. No. Doesn't matter now.

I've known you a long time, Dundaren. All right. I think the first time we met

was at that tournament. And I always thought you were dull as dirt. You're not

bad. I don't hate you. Don't like you, but you're not bad. Thank you, Clegane.

That warms the heart. But there's nothing special about you. You're right about

that. So why does the Lord of Light keep bringing you back? I've met better men

than you. And they've been hanged from cross beams. Or beheaded. Or just shat

themselves to death in a field somewhere. None of them came back. So why you?

You think I don't ask myself that? Every hour of every day? Why am I here? What

am I supposed to do? What does the Lord see in me? And? I don't know. I don't

understand our Lord. Your Lord? I don't know what he wants from me. I only know

that... He wants me alive. If he's so all-powerful, why doesn't he just tell you

what the fuck he wants? But again... Come over here.

Don't worry. The fire won't bite. I want to show you something. It's my fucking

luck I end up with a band of fire worshippers. Aye. Almost seems like divine

justice. There's no divine justice, you dumb cunt. If there was, you'd be dead.

Then that girl would be alive.

I'm sorry. What do you want? Look into the flames. I don't want to look in the

damn flames. You saw me bring him back from the dead after you cut him down.

Don't you want to know what gave me the power? I keep asking and no one wants to

tell me. We can't tell you. Only the fire can tell you.

I keep asking. I don't want to know what's going on. What do you see? Logs

burning. Keep looking.

What do you see?

Ice. A wall of ice.

The wall.

What else? It's where the wall meets the sea. There's a castle there.

There's a mountain. Looks like an arrowhead.

The dead are marching past.

Thousands of them.

Do you believe me now, Clegane? Do you believe we're here for a reason?

What the hell are you doing, Clegane?

Burying the dead.

You knew these people. Not really.

Yeah.

As for.

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You should really sleep, Sam. The dead don't.

Legends of the Long Night.

The Targaryens used dragonglass to decorate the weapons without even knowing

what the First Men used it for.

What is it? It's a map of Dragonstone. The Targaryens built their first

stronghold there when they invaded Westeros.

That's dragonglass. A mountain of it beneath the ground. Stannis told me, but I

didn't think it is important. John needs to know.

The White Cold rose up. And the walkers rose with it. And the sun hid its face

for a lifetime.

I know why the sun hid its face. What do you mean? One time, when I was little,

my father got drunk before taking one of his sons away. I remember him saying to

the baby, come on. Time to meet your brothers.

Some of the older wives called the White Walkers crossed as sons.

Why didn't you tell me? I couldn't stand the thought of it. But my baby, my

perfect little baby, had become the worst thing there is. When that White Walker

came for us, beneath all the fear, I wondered if he knew who I was. I wondered

if he'd once been my brother.

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I should come here. Who? The Dragon Queen. Daenerys Stormborn. Haven't heard

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Good night.

On a night like this, you came into the world. I remember that, Storr. All the

dogs in King's Landing howled through the night. I wish I could remember it. I

always thought this would be a homecoming. It doesn't feel like I'm... We won't

stay on Dragonstone for long. Good. Not so many lions. Cersei controls fewer

than half the Seven Kingdoms. The Lords of Westeros despise her. Even before

your arrival, they plotted against her. Now. They cry out for their true queen.

They drink secret toasts to my health. People used to tell my brother that sort

of thing, and he was stupid enough to believe them.

If Viserys had three dragons and an army at his back, he'd have invaded King's

Landing already. Conquering Westeros would be easy for you. But you're not here

to be queen of the ashes. No. We can take the Seven Kingdoms without turning it

into a slaughterhouse. If the Great Houses support your claim against Cersei,

the game is won. With the Tyrell army and the Dorner shone our side, we have

powerful allies in the South. I never properly thanked you for that. They joined

our side, my queen, because they believe in you. You served my father, didn't

you, Lord Barriss? I did. And then you served the man who overthrew him? I had a

choice, Your Grace. Serve Robert Baratheon or face the Hedman's Axe. But you

didn't serve him long. You turned against him. Robert was an improvement on your

father, to be sure. There have been few rulers in history as cruel as the mad

king. Robert was neither mad nor cruel. He simply had no interest in being king.

So you took it upon yourself to find a better one? Your Grace, when I was ready

to drink myself into a small coffin, Lord Barriss told me about a queen in the

East... Before I came to power, you favoured my brother. All your spies. Your

little birds. Did they tell you Viserys was cruel, stupid and weak? Would those

qualities have made for a good king, in your learned opinion? Until your

marriage to Karl Drogo, Your Grace, I knew nothing about you, save your

existence, and that you were said to be beautiful. So you and your friends

traded me like a prize horse to the Dothraki? Which you turned to your

advantage. Who gave the order to kill me?

King Robert. Who hired the assassins? You sent word to Essos to murder Daenerys

Targaryen. Your Grace, I did what had to be done to... To keep yourself alive.

Lord Barriss has proven himself a loyal servant. Proven himself loyal? Quite the

opposite. If he dislikes one monarch, he conspires to crown the next one. What

kind of a servant is that? The kind the realm needs. Incompetent should not be

rewarded with blind loyalty. As long as I have my eyes, I'll use them. I wasn't

born into a great house. I came from nothing. I was sold as a slave and carved

up as an offering. When I was a child, I lived in alleys, gutters, abandoned

houses. You wish to know where my true loyalties lie? Not with any king or

queen, but with the people. The people who suffer under despots and prosper

under just rule. The people whose hearts you aim to win. If you demand blind

allegiance, I respect your wishes. Greyworm can behead me, or your dragons can

devour me. But if you let me live, I will serve you well. I will dedicate myself

to seeing you on the Iron Throne, because I choose you. Because I know that

people have no better chance than you.

Swear this to me, Varys. If you ever think I'm failing the people, you won't

conspire behind my back. You'll look me in the eye as you have done today, and

you'll tell me how I'm failing them.

I swear it, my queen. Forgive me, my queen. A red priestess from Asshai has come

to see you.

That could have gone worse, and it could have gone better. I need to be able to

trust my advisors. Can I? I swore myself to you, now and always. Your family is

just across Blackwater Bay. I've come to fight them, to kill them if I must. I

would think you'd find my past achievements in that area very encouraging. Thank

you. My sister has been trying to kill me since I was two days old. Happy to

return the favor. And your brother?

I love my brother. He has made his choice, and I've made mine. Prove my

intentions with something more than an oath. Such as? Give me a few days. It's

good schemes. Take time.

Thank you.

I take care. Thank you. My son, my county will be taken.

She once served another who wanted the Iron Throne. It didn't end well for

Stannis Baratheon, did it? No, it didn't. You chose an auspicious day to arrive

at Dragonstone. We've just decided to pardon those who once served the wrong

king.

The Lord of Light doesn't have many followers in Westeros, does he? Not yet. But

even those who don't worship the Lord can serve his cause. What does your Lord

expect from me? The Prince who

was promised will bring the Dawn. I'm afraid I'm not a prince. Your Grace,

forgive me, but your translation is not quite accurate. That noun has no gender

in High Valyrian, so the proper translation for that prophecy would be the

prince or princess who was promised will bring the Dawn. Doesn't really roll off

the tongue, does it? No, but I like it better. And you believe this prophecy

refers to me? Prophecies are dangerous things. I believe you have a role to

play. As does another. The King in the North, Jon Snow. Jon Snow? Ned Stark's

bastard? You know him? I travelled with him to the Wall when he joined the

Night's Watch. And why do you think the Lord of Light singled out this Jon Snow?

Aside from the visions you've seen in the flames, that is. As Lord Commander of

the Night's Watch, he allowed the Wildlings south of the Wall to protect them

from great danger. As King in the North, he has united those Wildlings with the

Northern Houses, so together they may phase their common enemy. He sounds like

quite a man. Summon Jon Snow. Let him stand before you and tell you the things

that have happened to him. The things that he has seen with his own eyes. I

can't speak to prophecies or visions in the flames, but I like Jon Snow and I

trusted him. And I am an excellent judge of character. If he does rule the

North, he would make a valuable ally. The Lannisters executed his father and

conspired to murder his brother. Jon Snow has even more reason to hate Cersei

than you do.

Very well. Send a Raven North. Tell Jon Snow that his Queen invites him to come

to Dragonstone. And bend the knee.

You're wondering why I brought you all here?

After all, we just had a feast. Since when does old Walder give us two feasts in

a single fortnight?

Well, it's no good being Lord of the Riverlands if you can't celebrate with your

family. That's what I say. Yes! Yes!

I've gathered every fray who means a damn thing, so I can tell you my plans for

this great house now that winter has come. But first, a toast. No more of that

Gornish horse piss. This is the finest arbor gold. Proper wine for proper

heroes. Yay!

Stand together. Stand together.

Not you. I'm not wasting good wine on a damn woman.

Maybe I'm not the most pleasant man. I'll admit it, but I'm proud of you lot.

You're my family. The men who helped me slaughter the Starks at the Red Wedding.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Brave men! All of you! Butcher the woman pregnant with her babe.

Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them

into your home. But you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no. That

was your mistake. You should have ripped them all out, loot and stem.

Leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.

No, no. No, no.

no. When people ask you what happened here, tell them the North remembers. Tell

them winter came for House Frey.