Game of Thrones

We're going to Braavos! - (SEAGULLS SCREECHING)

In the old times, whenever Braavos stood in danger,

the Titan would step with fire in his eyes.

He'd Wade into the sea and smash the enemies.

He's just a statue.

Don't be afraid.

He's announcing our arrival.

I'm not afraid.

The House of Black and White.

This is where you'll find the man you seek.

Here I leave you.

Thank you for bringing me.

Any man of Braavos would have done the same.

Valar morghulis.

Valar dohaeris.

Hello.

Valar morghulis.

Um...

Jaqen H'ghar gave me this.

No one here by that name.

Please.

I crossed the Narrow Sea. I have nowhere else to go.

You have everywhere else to go.

But wait...

Cersei.

Walder Frey.

The Mountain.

Meryn Trant.

Cersei.

Walder Frey.

The Mountain.

Meryn Trant.

- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - Cersei. Walder Frey.

The Mountain.

Meryn Trant.

Cersei.

Walder Frey.

The Mountain.

Meryn Trant.

Cersei.

Walder Frey.

The Mountain.

Meryn Trant.

Must be good food if it's crowded.

Ale?

Ale?

Before we left, a maester gave you a raven scroll.

You are becoming an observant young lady.

My mother used to say, "Dark wings, dark words."

An old saying. Inaccurate in this case.

Excuse me.

So it was good news?

My marriage proposal has been accepted.

I thought you still mourned the death of my beloved Aunt Lysa.

Ale?

I'll have some.

My lady.

What is it?

Sansa Stark. Don't look.

You sure?

She's dyed her hair, but it's her.

She's sitting with Petyr Baelish.

Littlefinger?

A bunch of knights with him.

A bunch? What's a bunch, Podrick? Six? 20?

10, I think. Too many.

My lady, I don't think this is the right...

- Ready the horses. - We only have one horse.

Find more.

Do you like the taste?

I don't see what all the fuss is about.

Why do men love it so much?

It gives some men courage.

Does it give you courage?

That's far enough.

Lord Baelish, Lady Sansa.

My name is Brienne of Tarth.

We've met with Renly Baratheon.

What did he say about you?

He said, "Your loyalty came free of charge."

Someone appears to have paid quite a bit for it since then.

Lady Sansa,

before your mother's death,

I was her sworn sword.

I gave my word I would find you and protect you.

I will shield your back and keep your counsel

and give my life for yours if need be.

I swear it by the old gods and the new.

Please, Lady Brienne,

no need for such formality.

You were Catelyn Stark's sworn sword?

- I was. - Strange.

I knew Cat from the time we were children.

She never mentioned you.

It was after Renly's murder.

Ah, yes.

You were accused of killing him.

- I tried to save him. - But you were accused.

By men who didn't see what happened.

And what did happen?

He was murdered by a shadow.

A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.

A shadow?

With the face...

This woman swore to protect Renly.

She failed.

She swore to protect your mother. She failed.

Why would I want somebody with your history of failure guarding Lady Sansa?

Why should you have any say in her affairs?

Because I am her uncle.

I married her Aunt Lysa shortly before my beloved's untimely death.

We're family now and you are an outsider.

Forgive me, Lady Brienne, but experience has made me wary of outsiders.

Lady Sansa, if we can have a word alone...

No.

Please, my lady. If I could explain...

I saw you at Joffrey's wedding bowing to the king.

Neither of us wanted to be there.

Sometimes we don't have a choice.

And sometimes we do.

You should leave.

We don't want our new friend wandering the countryside alone.

The roads in these parts aren't safe.

Why don't you stay?

The man asked you to stay...

- (GUARDS SHOUTING) - (HORSES WHINNY)

- (HORSES NEIGHING) - Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

After her! - (MEN SHOUTING)

Yah! Hah! Oh!

Stop! Stop! I'll take him!

- Podrick! - (SCREAMING)

Hold on to her!

Take her!

Keep moving!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

That's a good boy. Come on. Come on.

- (NEIGHS) - No, no, no, stop!

I guess that means you're unarmed.

- Down, Podrick! Down! - (WHIMPERING)

- Podrick. - Yes, my lady?

You can stand now.

Yes, my lady.

Sansa Stark?

Wary of strangers, as she should be.

I saw her riding on the East Road with Littlefinger.

We'll follow them.

My lady, if both Stark girls refused your service,

maybe you're released from your vow.

I swore to their mother I would protect those girls.

But if they don't want your protection...

Do you think she's safe with Littlefinger?

No, my lady.

Get your horse.

- (DOOR CLOSES) - (FOOTSTEPS)

A summons from the queen.

There are only two like it in the world.

The one I'm wearing, the one I gave to Myrcella.

- It's a threat. - Of course it's a threat.

Our daughter's alone in Dorne

surrounded by people who hate our family.

"It's a threat."

No note?

They blame us for the death of Oberyn and his sister

and every other tragedy that's befallen their cursed country.

I will burn their cities to the ground if they touch her.

- Softer. - What?

Not so loud.

Our daughter's in danger and you're worried I'm speaking too loudly?

The world can't know she's our daughter.

Then don't call her your daughter.

You've never been a father to her.

If I was a father to any of my children, they'd be stoned in the street.

And what has your caution brought?

Our eldest child murdered at his own wedding.

Our only daughter shipped off to Dorne.

Our baby boy set to marry

that smirking whore from Highgarden.

I'm going to make things better.

You've never made anything better.

I'm going to Dorne

and I'm bringing our daughter home.

You can't just ask Prince Doran

to give her back.

She's promised to his son.

I'm not going to ask him anything.

You go down there with an army, it's an act of war.

No army.

Do you know where they're keeping her?

Oberyn mentioned the Water Gardens.

I'll find her.

Is there anything else, Your Grace?

You're going to Dorne?