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.
You've been having those dreams again.
I don't. I heard some of the men talking about the comet. [looks up at said comet in the sky] They say it's an omen. They say it means Robb will win a great victory in the South.
[Osha unstraps Bran from Hodor's back as they kneel next to a pool in the godswood]
I heard some other fools say it's Lannister red. Means the Lannisters will rule all Seven Kingdoms before long. I heard a stable boy say it's the colour of blood, to mark the death of you father. [places Bran on the ground] The stars don't fall for men. The red comet means one thing, boy: Dragons.
The dragons are all dead. They've been dead for centuries.
[Stannis has Davos' son, Matthos, draft a letter to send across the Seven Kingdoms]
MSMatthos Seaworth
"And I declare upon the honour of my House that my beloved brother Robert le—"
He wasn't my beloved brother. [pause; Matthos looks up] I didn't love him, he didn't love me.
A harmless courtesy, Your Grace.
A lie. [to Matthos] Take it out.
[Matthos scratches off the word "beloved" and continues reading the letter aloud]
MSMatthos Seaworth
"That my brother Robert left no trueborn heirs; the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella, being born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime Lannister. By right of birth—"
Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. Call him what he is.
[Matthos adds in "the Kingslayer" and continues reading. Davos notices Maester Cressen slip something into his cup of wine]
MSMatthos Seaworth
"And her brother Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim—"
Make it Ser Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. Whatever else he is, the man's still a knight.
MSMatthos Seaworth
"Ser Jaime Lannster, the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of Westeros. [pause; Stannis nods] Let all true men declare their loyalty."
When Eddard Stark learned the truth, he told only me. I'll not make the same mistake. Send copies of that letter to every corner of the Realm, from the Arbor to the Wall. The time has come to choose. Let no man claim ignorance as an excuse.
Your Grace, the Lannisters are the true enemy. If, for the time being, you could make peace with your brother—
I'll not make peace with Renly while he calls himself King.
Well, many have already declared for him; Mace Tyrell, Randyll Tarly...
Stannis does not need to beg this lord or that lord for support. The Lord of Light stands behind him.
And how many ships has the Lord of Light got in his fleet?
He has no need for ships.
I'm sure he doesn't, but we do if we're going to war. [to Stannis] If not Renly, Your Grace, join forces with Robb Stark.
Who would steal the northern half of my kingdom. I've always served thieves according to their desserts–as you well know, Ser Davos. Joffrey, Renly, Robb Stark; they're all thieves. They'll bend the knee or I'll destroy them.
MCMaester Cressen
[stands up] I owe you an apology, my King. My duty is to serve. You have chosen the new God over the Old Gods. May the Lord of Light watch over us all. Shall we drink together.
[Cressen picks up the poisoned wine cup and walks over to where Melisandre is sitting]
MCMaester Cressen
A cup of wine to honour the one true God.
[Melisandre gets up while everyone at the table reaches for their own wine cups. Cressen takes a sip of the poisoned wine and offers it to Melisandre. Davos nervously watches her take the cup. Suddenly, Cressen stumbles and begins bleeding from his nose. Melisandre takes a long sip of the poisoned wine. Davos and several others look on in shock as Cressen falls to the floor dead. Melisandre appears to be fine, completely unphased by the poison.]
The night is dark and full of terrors, old man. But the fires burn them all away.
The King in the North. I keep expecting you to leave me in one castle or another for safekeeping, but you drag me along from camp to camp. Have you grown fond of me, Stark? Is that it? I've never seen you with a girl.
If I left you with one of my bannermen, your father would know within a fortnight, and my bannermen would receive a raven with a message: "Release my son and you'll be rich beyond your dreams. Refuse, and your house'll be destroyed, root and stem."
You don't trust the loyalty of the men following you into battle?
Oh, I trust them with my life, just not with yours.
Smart, boy. What's wrong? Don't like being called boy? Insulted?
[Jaime sees Robb's direwolf, Grey Wind, stalking around the cage]
You insult yourself, Kingslayer. You've been defeated by a boy. You're held captive by a boy. Perhaps you'll be killed by a boy.
[Grey Wind enters the cage doorway and stands quietly next to Robb.]
Stannis Baratheon sent ravens to all the High Lords of Westeros. King Joffrey Baratheon is neither a true King, nor a true Baratheon. He's your bastard son.
Well, if that's true, Stannis is the rightful King. How convenient for him.
My father learned the truth. That's why you had him executed.
I was your prisoner when Ned Stark lost his head.
Your son killed him so the world wouldn't learn who fathered him and you... you pushed my brother from a window because he saw you with the Queen.
You have proof? Or, do you want to trade gossip like a couple of fishwives?
I'm sending one of your cousins down to King's Landing with my peace terms.
You think my father's going to negotiate with you? You don't know him very well.
No, but he's starting to know me.
Three victories don't make you a conqueror.
It's better than three defeats.
I offer your cousins peace, if they meet my terms. First, your family must release my sisters. Second, my father's bones must be returned to us, so that he may rest beside his brother and sister in the crypts beneath Winterfell. And the remains of all those who died in his service must be returned also, that their families can honour them with proper funerals.
ALAlton Lannister
An honourable request, your Grace.
Third, Joffrey and the Queen Regent must renounce all claim to dominion of the North. From this time to the end of time, we are a free and independent kingdom.
NLNorthern Lords
The King in the North!
Neither Joffrey nor any of his men shall ever set foot in our lands again. If he disregards this command, he shall suffer the same fate as my father...only I won't need a servant to do my beheading for me!
ALAlton Lannister
[stammering] Your Grace... these are...
These are my terms! If the Queen Regent and her son meet them, I'll give them peace. If not, I will litter the south with Lannister dead.
ALAlton Lannister
King Joffrey is a Baratheon, Your Grace.
I'm not Ned Stark, I understand the way this game is played.
Ned Stark was a man of honour.
And I am not. Threaten me again and I'll have you thrown into the sea!
[Tyrion goes to leave, but Varys holds the door shut]
You might be disappointed in the results. The storms come and go, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling.
[to Arya] You shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you.
Then I wouldn't get to insult anyone.
Well, I don't care what any of them want. No good's ever come of their questions.
No good's ever come? Who asked questions before?
How can someone so small be such a huge pain in my arse?
The Hand of the King, er... Hands of the King. Lord Arryn came first, a few weeks before he died. And then, Lord Stark came a few weeks before he died.
See? Asking me questions is bad luck. [walks towards the river while Arya follows him] You'll probably be dead soon.
Just my mum. Worked in a tavern, died when I was little.
He could be one of those gold-hatted bastards for all I know. What about you, anyway? You thought they were after you. Why? Did you kill someone, or is it just because you're a girl?
Yes, you are. [starts walking back to the camp fire] You think I'm as stupid as the rest of them?
Stupider. Night's Watch doesn't take girls. everyone knows that.
That's true. You're still a girl.
Well, pull your cock out and take a piss, then.
I don't need to take a piss... Lommy and Hot Pie can't know. No one can know.
My name's not Arry. It's Arya. Of House Stark. Yoren is taking me home to Winterfell.
He was your father. The Hand. The traitor.
He was never a traitor! Joffrey is a liar!
So you're a highborn, then. You're a lady.
No–I mean, yes. My mother was a lady, and my sister—
You were a lord's daughter and you lived in a castle. [brief pause] Look, all that about cocks–I should never have said that. I've been pissing in front of you and everything. I should be calling you, m'lady.
As m'lady commands. [Arya pushes him] Well, that was unladylike.
SSSalladhor Saan
One thing. I want the Queen.
SSSalladhor Saan
Cersei. I want her. I'll sail with your fleet, all thirty of my ships, and if we don't drown at the bottom of Blackwater Bay, I'll fuck this blond queen and I'll fuck her well.
MSMatthos Seaworth
This war isn't about you. We're not attacking King's Landing so that you can rape the Queen!
SSSalladhor Saan
I'm not going to rape her, I'm going to fuck her.
MSMatthos Seaworth
As if she would just let you.
SSSalladhor Saan
You don't know how persuasive I am. I never tried to fuck you.
MSMatthos Seaworth
Stannis is the rightful King and the Lord of Light!
SSSalladhor Saan
I've been all over the world, my boy, and everywhere I go people tell me about the "true god". They all think they found the right one. The one true God is what's between a woman's legs, and better yet a Queen's legs. [Matthos walks away as Salladhor turns to Davos] I never thought you'd have a true believer for a son.
Ah, he's young yet. I promise you the gold. I promise you the glory. I cannot promise you the Queen.
SSSalladhor Saan
You believe your king can win?
He is the one, true king.
SSSalladhor Saan
You Westerosi are funny people. A man chops off your fingers and you fall in love with him! I'll sail with you, Davos Seaworth. You're the most honest smuggler I ever met. Make me rich.
Get me to the gates of King's Landing, and I will.
I heard there was some trouble in Littlefinger's brothel the other night.
Nasty business. Had to be done.
Yes, of course. The City Watch must keep the peace. Only, I hadn't realized peace depended on killing babies.
Quite right, especially the Queen's orders.
I never said they were the Queen's orders.
No, but who else would want to murder King Robert's bastards? She's always been a jealous woman.
You know your sister better than I do.
You've heard the awful rumors about my brother and sister.
Well, that's good of you, but you have heard them. I suppose people who do believe that filth consider Robert's bastards to be better claimants to the Throne than Cersei's children.
Joffrey is my King. The rest doesn't interest me.
I appreciate your loyalty. Tell me, when your men slaughtered Ned Stark's men in the throne room, did you give the order?
I did, and I would again. The man was a traitor. He tried to buy my loyalty.
The fool! He had no idea you were already bought.
Are you drunk?! I'll not have my honour questioned by an imp!
I'm not questioning your honour, Lord Janos; I'm denying its existence.
[standing up] If you think I'll stand here and take this from you, dwarf-
"Dwarf"? You should've stopped at "Imp"! And, yes, you will stand here and take it from me, unless you'd like to take it from my friend here!
[Janos looks to his right and sees Bronn standing there]
I intend to serve as Hand of the King until my father returns from the war. And seeing as you betrayed the last Hand of the King, well, I just wouldn't feel safe with you lurking about.
What are you... my friends at court will not allow this! The Queen herself—
The Queen Regent. And you're a fool to believe she is your friend.
We shall hear what Joffrey has to say about this!
No, we shan't. [nods to Bronn, who nods to four Gold Cloaks marching into the room] There's a ship leaving for Eastwatch-by-the-Sea tonight. From there, I'm afraid, it's rather a long walk to Castle Black. I hope you enjoy the Wall. I found it surprisingly beautiful. In a brutal, horribly uncomfortable sort of way.
The lads will escort you. The streets aren't safe at night, my lord.
These men are under my command! I command you to arrest this cutthroat!
His name is Bronn, and he is the new Commander of the City Watch.
[The Gold Cloaks seize Lord Janos and lead him out of the room]
I have friends at court! Powerful friends! The King himself made me a lord!
To the new Commander. [they toast and drink] If I told you to murder an infant girl, say, still at her mother's breast, would you do it, without question?
Without question? No. I'd ask how much.
Lord Janos Slynt was Commander of the City Watch. You had no right to exile him!
I have every right. I am the King's Hand.
You're serving as the King's Hand until Father gets here. I am the Queen Regent.
Listen to me, Queen Regent. You're losing the people. Do you hear me?
The people? You think I care?
You might find it difficult to rule over millions who want you dead. Half this city will starve when winter comes, the other half will plot to overthrow you...and your gold-plated thugs just gave them their rallying cry. "The Queen slaughters babies!" You don't even have the decency to deny it! It wasn't you who gave the order, was it? Joffrey didn't even tell you? Did he tell you? I imagine that would be even worse.
He did what needed to be done. You want to be Hand of the King? You want to rule? This is what ruling is, lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out by the root, one by one, before they strangle you in your sleep.
I'm no king, but I think there's more to ruling than that.
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK! You've never taken it seriously. You haven't, Jaime hasn't. It's all fallen on me.
As has Jaime repeatedly, according to Stannis Baratheon.
[chuckles and smirks] You're funny. You've always been funny... but none of your jokes will ever match the first one, will they? Do you remember, back when you ripped my mother open on your way out of her and she bled to death?
Mother gone, for the sake of you. There's no bigger joke in the world than that.
Every night it's the same: I'm walking, running, but I'm not me. I'm running through the Godswood, sniffing the dirt, tasting blood in my mouth when I've made a fresh kill, howling. Old Nan used to tell me stories about magical people who could live inside stags, birds, wolves.
That's exactly what they were, Bran: Stories.
So she was lying? They don't exist?
Well, they may have done, but they're gone from the world along with much else. These are dreams, Bran, nothing more.
No. My dreams are different. Mine are true. I dreamt of my father dying and Rickon had the same dream.
What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? [removes a link from his chain] This link is made of Valyrian steel. Only one Maester in a hundred wears it on his chain. It signifies that I have studied the higher mysteries, and all who study these mysteries try their hand at spells. I was not different. I was young and what boy doesn't secretly wish for special powers to lift him out of his dull life into a special one, but in the end, for all of my efforts, I got no more out of it than a thousand boys before me. Come on. [tucks Bran back to bed] Maybe magic once was a mighty force in the world, but not anymore. The dragons are gone, the giants are dead, and the children of the forest forgotten.
