Game of Thrones

- You all right? - Hmm.

Never been north before?

Never seen snow before.

Beautiful, eh?

I can breathe again.

Down south, the air smells like pig shit.

You've never been down south.

- I've been to Winterfell. - That's the North.

How'd you live up here?

How'd you keep your balls from freezing off?

You got to keep moving. That's the secret.

Walking's good.

Fighting's better.

Fucking's best.

There's not a living woman within a 100 miles of here.

We have to make do with what we've got.

This one is maybe not so smart.

Davos says he's a strong fighter.

Good.

That's more important than being smart.

Smart people don't come up here looking for the dead.

So, you met this Dragon Queen, huh?

And?

And she'll only fight beside us if I bend the knee.

You spent too much time with the free folk.

Now you don't like kneeling.

Mance Rayder was a brave man.

A proud man.

The King-beyond-the-Wall never bent the knee.

How many of his people died for his pride?

You still mad at us, boy?

You sold me to a witch.

Priestess.

I'll admit, it is a subtle distinction.

We're fighting a great war.

- Wars cost money. - I wanted to be one of you.

I wanted to join the Brotherhood but you sold me off.

Like a slave.

Do you know what she did to me?

She strapped me down on a bed, she stripped me naked...

Sounds all right so far.

And put leeches on me.

Was she naked, too?

She needed your blood.

Yes, thank you, I know that.

Could have been worse.

She wanted to kill me.

In fact, they would have killed me if it wasn't for Davos...

But they didn't, did they?

So what you whinging about?

I'm not whinging.

Your lips are moving, and you're complaining about something.

That's whinging.

This one's been killed six times. You don't hear him bitching about it.

Good lad.

The first time I went north of the Wall was with your father.

He was a good man.

He deserved a better son.

Were you with him at the end?

I was a prisoner of the wildlings.

But we avenged him.

I want you to know that. Every mutineer found justice.

Can't think of a worse way for him to go.

The Night's Watch was his life.

He would have died to protect every one of those men.

And they butchered him.

I hate that he died that way.

My father was the most honorable man I ever met.

He was good, all the way through.

And he died on the executioner's block.

Your father wanted to execute me, you know.

I heard.

He was in the right, of course.

Didn't make me hate him any less.

Glad he didn't catch you.

Me, too.

Your father gave me this sword.

Changed the pommel from a bear to a wolf.

But it's still Longclaw.

Lord Commander Mormont

thought you'd never come back to Westeros.

But you are back.

And it's been in your family for centuries.

It's not right for me to have it.

He gave it to you.

I'm not his son.

I brought shame onto my house.

I broke my father's heart.

I've forfeited the right to claim this sword.

It's yours.

May it serve you well,

and your children after you.

Father used to watch us from up here.

He wouldn't say much.

You probably don't remember. You were inside knitting all the time.

I remember.

One time, the boys were shooting arrows with Ser Rodrik.

I came out here after

and Bran had left his bow behind.

Just lying on the ground.

Ser Rodrik would have cuffed him if he saw.

There was one arrow in the target.

There was no one around.

Just like now.

No one to stop me.

So I started shooting.

And every shot, I had to go up there

and get my one arrow and walk back and shoot it again.

I wasn't very good.

Finally, I hit the bull's-eye.

Could have been the 20th shot, or the 50th.

I don't remember.

But I hit the bull's-eye, and I heard this...

I looked up, and he's standing right here,

smiling down at me.

I knew what I was doing was against the rules.

But he was smiling so I knew it wasn't wrong.

The rules were wrong.

I was doing what I was meant to be doing and he knew it.

Now he's dead.

Killed by the Lannisters.

With your help.

What?

That's your pretty handwriting.

Septa Mordane used to crack my knuckles

'cause I couldn't write as well as you.

"Robb, I write to you today with heavy heart."

"Our good king Robert is dead."

"Killed from wounds he took in a boar hunt..."

You don't have to read it. I remember.

"Father has been charged with treason.

"He conspired with Robert's brothers against my beloved Joffrey

"and tried to steal his throne.

"The Lannisters are treating me well and providing me with every comfort.

"I beg you, come to King's Landing,"

"swear fealty to King Joffrey, and prevent any strife"

"between the great houses of Lannister and Stark."

"Your faithful sister, Sansa."

- They forced me to do it. - Did they?

With a knife at your throat?

Did they put you on the rack and stretch you

until your bones started to pop?

You don't know what it was like. I was a child.

So was I.

I would have let them kill me before I betrayed my family.

They told me it was the only way to save Father.

And you were stupid enough to believe them.

I remember you.

Standing on the platform with Joffrey and Cersei

while they dragged Father to the block.

I remember the pretty dress you were wearing,

I remember the fancy way you did your hair.

- You were there? - I was there.

Standing in the crowd near Baelor's statue.

And what did you do? Did you come running to the rescue?

Did you fight off the Lannisters and save Father?

- I wanted to. - But you didn't.

Just like me.

I didn't betray him. I didn't betray Robb.

I didn't betray our entire family for my beloved Joffrey!

You should be on your knees thanking me.

We're standing in Winterfell again because of me.

You didn't win it back. Jon didn't win it back.

He lost the Battle of the Bastards.

The Knights of the Vale won the battle and they rode north for me.

While you were off, where? Traveling the world?

I was training.

Training.

Well, while you were training,

I suffered things you can never imagine.

Oh, I don't know about that. I can imagine quite a lot.

You never would have survived what I survived.

I guess we'll never know.

What are you going to do with that letter?

I don't know yet.

Who did you show it to? Where did you find it?

You're scared, aren't you?

What are you scared of?

You didn't commit any crimes.

No one's going to hang you.

- Arya... - You're scared I'll show it to Jon

and he'll be angry.

No, that's not Jon.

He'll understand, you were just a scared little girl.

All alone with the wicked Lannisters.

Do you know how happy Cersei would be right now if she saw us fighting?

This is exactly what she wants,

it's what she's always wanted, to tear us apart.

You're scared the Northern lords will read it.

They wouldn't think much of Lady Sansa

if they knew how she did Cersei's bidding.

What would little Lyanna Mormont say?

She's younger than you were, when you wrote this.

Are you going to say, "But I was just a child"?

You're angry.

Sometimes anger makes people do unfortunate things.

Sometimes fear makes them do unfortunate things.

I'll go with anger.

You're the one they call the Dog.

- Fuck off. - (CHUCKLES)