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Game of Thrones 5x09
The Dance of Dragons
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(wind howling)

- (bird screeches)
- (man shouts)

(horse neighs)

- Man: Look out!
- Man #2: Fire! Fire!

- (men shouting)
- (horse whinnies)

- (horse whinnies)
- (men shouting)

(horse neighing)

(screaming)

(coughing)

Davos: A band of 20
men, maybe less.

They were in and out
before anyone spotted them.

Burnt our food stores
to the ground,

all our siege weapons destroyed.

- Dozens of tents were--
- Horses?

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

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

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

Put last night's guards
in chains.

Either they fell asleep or
they conspired with the enemy.

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

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

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

We're not returning
to Castle Black.

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

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

Have the dead horses
butchered for meat.

Man:
Halt!

- Man #2: Halt!
- (men coughing)

- Man #3: There it is!
- (horse whinnies)

(wildlings murmuring)

Open the gates.

(rumbling)

(baby crying)

Jon:
It was a failure.

It wasn't.

I went to save them.
I failed.

You didn't fail him.

Or him.

Or her.

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

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

You have a good heart, Jon Snow.

It'll get us all killed.

Alliser:
Out of my way.

(horse neighs)

(men shouting)

(sighs)

You sent for me, Your Grace?

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

I'm sending you back
to Castle Black.

Tell the Lord Commander
his king commands him

to send food, supplies,
fresh horses.

In return,
when I take the throne,

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

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

Your Grace,
you named me your Hand.

Yes.

The King's Hand should
never abandon the king,

especially in time of war.

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

A boy with a scroll
could deliver this message.

And if Jon Snow refuses
the boy with the scroll,

what does the boy say?

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

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

Your Grace, perhaps Queen Selyse

and Princess Shireen
could accompany me.

My family stays with me.

At least let me take Shireen.

A siege is no place
for a little girl.

My family stays with me.

(men coughing)

What's this one now?

"The Dance of Dragons:
A True Telling"

by Grand Maester Munkun.

Now that sounds
like a proper story.

Ser Byron Swann wanted
to kill the dragon Vhagar.

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

And he crouched behind it
and crept forward,

hoping the dragon would
only see its own reflection.

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

And burnt him to a crisp.

(laughs)

Thus ending
the dragon-slaying career

of Ser Byron Swann.
(laughs)

I made you something, Princess.

Do you like it?

He's beautiful.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

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

Of course I will.

But why am I getting a present?

Because you deserve it.

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

Gods, I was stubborn about it.

Made it this far
without reading.

Seemed to me I could
make it to the grave.

Wish I'd listened to him.

This is my own poor way
of saying thank you.

For teaching me
to be a grown-up.

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

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

You'll read it yourself.

(birds chirping)

Prince Doran.

Forgive us.
We started without you.

Please, sit.

Princess Myrcella.

Uncle.

What a lovely dress.

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

Not at all. The Dornish
climate agrees with me.

Prince Trystane.

How's your jaw?

A fleabite.

What are you doing in Dorne?

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

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

you decided to enter
my country in secret

and abduct our guest by force?

We received
a threatening message.

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

That necklace
was stolen from my room.

Oh, excellent.

A last meal before
the beheading?

Oh, I can't behead you.

Many in Dorne want war.

But I've seen war.

I've seen the bodies
piled on the battlefields.

I've seen the orphans
starving in the cities.

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

No, you want to break bread
with the Lannisters.

And that is precisely
what we are doing.

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

King of the Andals
and the First Men,

Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.

(slams)

King Tommen insists

on his sister's return
to the capital?

I'm afraid he does.

I cannot disobey
my king's command.

She will return with you
to King's Landing.

And my son Prince Trystane
will accompany you both.

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

their engagement must stand.

I accept.

One more thing.
My brother was named

to the small council
before his death.

Your father understood
the importance

of keeping Dorne in the fold.

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

You have my word.

The word of a kingslayer.

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

You are mother
to four of my nieces,

girls I love very much.

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

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

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

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

how do they punish a commoner
who strikes a prince?

He said it was just a fleabite.

The fault is mine.

Bronn is merely a soldier
following my orders.

If anyone should
be punished, it's me.

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

I'll let him decide.

I have learned the value
of mercy from my father.

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

On one condition.

(hands slapping)

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

I'll always be better than you.

Have I ever missed once?

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

You must love humiliation.
Or pain.

Which do you love most,
humiliation or pain?

That one hurt, didn't it?

- (smacks)
- You going to cry?

Give up, little sister.

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

You will.
You're thinking too much.

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

- Luck.
- Now it's my turn.

You're too slow.

You've always been too slow.

(cell door unlocks)

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

You'll find out very soon.

Say it one more time, handsome.

Who am I?

The most beautiful
woman in the world.

And that's the truth.

- Slut.
- (Tyene laughs)

Prince Doran,

Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.

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

Only the one.

I believe you've already
met Prince Trystane.

Prince.

Sorry about the other day.

Jaime: Prince Trystane
here is a man of mercy.

He's agreed to grant
you your freedom.

I'm glad to hear it.

Pie looks good.

There was one condition.

(grunts)

(Bronn groans)

Perhaps some soup instead.

- (merchants shouting)
- Arya: Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams,
and cock--

How much for your little clam?

(laughs)

Oysters, clams, and cockles.