[in a cell] Lord Stark, you must be thirsty.
I promise you, it isn't poisoned. Why is it no one ever trusts the eunuch? [pulls the stopper out with his teeth, takes a sip and offers it to Eddard, who finally takes it and drinks deeply] Not so much, my Lord, I would save the rest, if I were you. Hide it. Men have been known to die of thirst in these cells.
The younger one seems to have escaped the castle. Even my little birds cannot find her.
Still engaged to Joffrey. Cersei will keep her close. The rest of your household though, all dead, it grieves me to say. I do so hate the sight of blood.
You watched my men being slaughtered, and did nothing.
And would again, my Lord. I was unarmed, unarmored, and surrounded by Lannister swords. When you look at me, do you see a hero? What madness led you to tell the Queen you had learnt the truth about Joffrey's birth?
The madness of mercy. That she might save her children.
Ahh, the children. It's always the innocents who suffer. It wasn't the wine that killed Robert, nor the boar. Oh the wine slowed him down, and the boar ripped him open, yes, but it was your mercy that killed the King. I trust you know you're a dead man, Lord Eddard.
The Queen can't kill me. Cat holds her brother.
The wrong brother, sadly, and lost to her. Your wife has let the Imp slip through her fingers.
If that's true, then slit my throat and be done with it.
Tell me something, Varys Who do you truly serve?
The Realm, my Lord. Someone must.
Treason? Sansa wrote this?
It is your sister's hand, but the Queen's words. You are summoned to King's Landing to swear fealty to the new king.
Joffrey puts my father in chains, now he wants his ass kissed?
This is a royal command, My Lord. If you should refuse to obey...
I won't refuse. His Grace summons me to King's Landing, I'll go to King's Landing. But not alone. Call the banners.
They've all sworn to defend my father, have they not?
Now we see what their words are worth.
[Maester Luwin goes away]
[showing his hand trembling for fear] I must be.
It means you're not stupid.
KDKhal Drogo
Moon of my life, Mago says you have taken his spoils, a daughter of a lamb man who was his to mount. Tell me the truth of this.
Mago speaks the truth, my sun and stars. I have claimed many daughters this day so they cannot be mounted.
KDKhal Drogo
This is the way of war. These women are slaves now to do with as we please.
It pleases me to keep them safe. If your riders would mount them, let them take them for wives.
QQotho
Does the horse mate with the lamb?
The dragon feeds on horse and lamb alike.
MMago
You are a foreigner. You do not command me.
I am Khaleesi. I do command you.
KDKhal Drogo
See how fierce she grows? That is my son inside her, the stallion that will mount the world, filling her with his fire. I will hear no more. Mago, find somewhere else to stick your cock. [Mago spits at Drogo's feet]
MMago
A Khal who takes orders from a foreign whore is no khal at all!
[Drogo's other bloodriders raise their swords at Mago]
[The bloodriders back away as Drogo stands up and drops his sword to the ground as he walks slowly towards Mago]
KDKhal Drogo
I will not have your body burned. I will not give you that honour.
[Mago raises his sword, but Drogo simply presses his chest against the edge, leaving a small wound on his chest]
KDKhal Drogo
The beetles will feed on your eyes. The worms will crawl through your lungs! The rain will fall on your rotting skin, until nothing is left of you but bones!
MMago
First you have to kill me!
KDKhal Drogo
I already have!
[Drogo ducks under the swing, slices open Mago's throat with the reverse edge of his own weapon, and then shoves his hand in the wound, tearing Mago's tongue out from its base]
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 honour. 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 honour 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?
[on his new wife] You see that? Fifteen, she is. A little flower, and the honey's all mine.
I'm sure she will give you many sons.
Hah! Your father didn't come to the wedding.
He is quite ill, my Lord.
He didn't come to the last one, either. Or the one before that. Your family's always pissed on me.
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 are 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 that my son and his bannermen may cross the Trident and be on their way.
If you could climb your own battlements, you would see that he has twenty thousand men outside your walls.
They'll be twenty thousand 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, but then 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 to a fish, I'd hand you both over to the Lannisters.
Stark, Tully, Lannister, Baratheon...give me one good reason why I should waste a single thought on any of you.
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 back to his father. He cut down ten of our men.
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. I fight for the Lannisters, you fight for the Starks. Swords, knives, teeth, nails; choose your weapon, and we can end this.
If we did it your way, Kingslayer, you'd win. We're not doing it your way.
JUJon Umber
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 conquerers. Did we free my father? Did we free my sisters from the Queen? Did we free the North from those who'd have us on our knees? This war is far from over.
Tell me, did you ever wonder why the men of the Night's Watch take no wives and father no children?
So they will not love. Love is the death of duty. lf the day should ever come when your lord father was forced to choose, between honour 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 honour, 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?
We're all human. Oh, we all do our duty when there's no cost to it. Honour 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? ls 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 vow. They waited until 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!
My father was Maekar, first of his name. My brother Aegon reigned after him, when I had refused the throne, and his son was Aerys whom they called "The Mad King."
I am 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 the rest of your days, as I have.
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 defend and protect 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 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!
[Afer Daenerys learns Mirri Maz Duur tricked her into partaking in a blood magic ritual that cost her unborn son his life and brought Drogo back as a catatonic shell]
You knew what I was buying, and you knew the price!
MMMirri Maz Duur
It was wrong of them to burn my temple. It angered the Great Shepherd...
This is not God's work. My child was innocent!
MMMirri Maz Duur
Innocent? He would have been the stallion who mounts the world. Now he will burn no cities, now his Khalasar will trample no nations into dust.
I spoke for you. I saved you!
MMMirri Maz Duur
Saved me? Three of those riders had already raped me before you "saved" me, girl. I saw my God's house burn. There where I had healed men and women, beyond counting. In the streets, I saw piles of heads. The head of a baker, who bakes my bread. A head of a little boy that I cured of fever just three moons past. So, tell me again exactly what it was that you saved?
MMMirri Maz Duur
Why don't you take a look at your Khal? Then you will see exactly what life is worth, when all the rest has gone.
The Stark boy appears to be less green than we'd hoped.
HSHarys Swift
I'm told his wolf killed a dozen men and as many horses!
AMAddam Marband
Is it true about Stannis and Renly?
Both Baratheon brothers have taken up against us. Jaime captured, his armies scattered... it's a catastrophe. Perhaps we should sue for peace.
[knocks his glass to the floor, shattering it] There's your peace. Joffrey saw to that when he decided to remove Ned Stark's head. You'll have an easier time drinking out of that cup than you will bringing Robb Stark to the table now. He's winning, in case you hadn't noticed.
I'm told we still have his sisters...
HSHarys Swift
The first order of business is ransoming Ser Jaime!
AMAddam Marband
No truces, we can't afford to look weak. We should march on them at once!
First, we must return to Casterly Rock and raise more-
THEY HAVE MY SON! Get out, all of you. [addressing Tyrion] Not you. You were right about Eddard Stark; if he were alive, we could've used him to broker a peace with Winterfell and Riverrun... which would have given us more time to deal with Robert's brothers, but now? Madness, madness and stupidity! I always thought you were a stunted fool. Perhaps I was wrong.
Half wrong. I'm new to strategy, but unless we want to be surrounded by three armies, it appears we can't stay here.
No one will stay here. Ser Gregor will head out with five hundred riders and set the Riverlands on fire from Gods' Eye to the Red Fork. The rest of us will regroup at Harrenhal. And you will go to King's Landing.
Rule. You will serve as Hand of the King in my stead; you'll bring that boy-king to heel, and his mother too, if needs be. And if you get so much as a whiff of treason from any of the rest, Baelish, Varys, Pycelle...
Heads, spikes, walls. Why not my uncle? Why not anyone?! Why me?
You're my son. Oh, one more thing. You will not take that whore to court.
Drogo will have no use for dragon eggs in the Nightlands. Sell them. You can return to the free cities and live as a wealthy woman for all your days.
They were not given to me to sell.
Khaleesi... my queen. I vow to serve you, obey you... to die for you if need be. But let him go, Khaleesi. I know what you intend, do not.
I must. You don't understand.
Don't ask me to stand aside as you climb on that pyre. I won't watch you burn.
Is that what you fear? [she kisses his cheek and turns to address her remaining subjects] You will be my Khalasar. I see the faces of slaves. I free you. Take off your collars, go as you wish, no one will stop you. But if you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters, as husbands and wives. [some of them leave. Mirri Mazz Duur smirks] Ser Jorah, bind this woman to the pyre. [he hesitates] You swore to obey me. [he does as she asks] I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Of the blood of old Valyria I am the dragon's daughter. And I swear to you, that those who would harm you will die screaming.
MMMirri Mazz Duur
You will not hear me scream!
I will. But it's not your screams I want. Only your life. [she sets the pyre on fire. Mirri Mazz Duur screams as she's burnt alive. Daenerys looks at Jorah a moment and then walks into the flames]
GUGreatjon Umber
My lords. MY LORDS! Here's what I say to these two kings. [Spits, drawing laughter from the men] Renly Baratheon is nothing to me, nor Stannis neither. Why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the South? What do they know of the Wall or the Wolfswood? Even their gods are wrong. Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again? It was the dragons we bowed to and now the dragons are dead. [Draws his sword and points it to Robb] There sits the only King I mean to bend my knee to: the King in the North!
I'll have peace on those terms. They can keep their red castle, and their iron chair too. [draws his sword and kneels] The King in the North.
Am I your brother, now and always?
[draws his sword and kneels] My sword is yours, in victory and defeat, from this day until my last day.
GUGreatjon Umber
The King in the North!
NRNorthern and Riverlords
The King in the North! [all drawing swords] The King in the North! THE KING IN THE NORTH!
[Tyrion enters the Small Council chamber, whistling "The Rains of Castamere"]
Don't get up! More ravishing than ever, big sister! War agrees with you! [kisses Cersei on the cheek] Excuse the interruption. Carry on.
It's been a... remarkable journey! I pissed off the edge of the Wall. I slept in a sky-cell. I fought with the hill tribes! So many adventures, so much to be thankful for!
What are you doing here? This is the Small Council.
Yes, well, I do believe the Hand of the King is welcome at all Small Council meetings.
Our father is Hand of the King!
Yes. But in his absence...
[He hands a small scroll to Varys, who unrolls it]
Your father has named Lord Tyrion to serve as Hand in his stead while he fights—
[The rest of the Council leaves hastily as Cersei storms around the table towards Tyrion.]
I would like to know how you tricked Father into this!
If I were capable of tricking Father, I'd be emperor of the world by now. You brought this on yourself.
Quite right, you did nothing... when your son called for Ned Stark's head. Now the entire North has risen up against us.
Did you? You failed. That bit of theatre will haunt our family for a generation.
Who's won every battle he's fought! Do you understand we're losing the war?
What do you know about warfare?
Nothing. But I know people, and I know that our enemies hate each other almost as much as they hate us.
You are here to advise him.
Only here to advise him. And if the King listens to what I say, the King might just get his uncle Jaime back.
You love your children. It’s your one redeeming quality. That and your cheekbones. The Starks love their children as well, and we have two of them.
Arya, that little animal, she disappeared.
Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! We had three Starks to trade. You chopped one’s head off, and let another escape. Father would be furious. Must be hard for you, to be the disappointing child.
