Game of Thrones

- Look out! - Fire!

A band of 20 men, maybe less.

They were in and out before anyone spotted them.

Burned 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.

Twenty 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, 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.

Halt!

Halt!

There it is!

Open the gates.

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.

It'll get us all killed.

Get out of my way.

You sent for me?

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.

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 expertize in military matters.

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

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.

What's this one now?

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 burned him to a crisp.

Thus ending the dragon-slaying career of Ser Byron Swann.

I made you something.

- 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.

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

You'll read it yourself.

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.

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.

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, 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.

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?

That one hurt, didn't it?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Perhaps some soup instead.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and...

How much for your little clam?

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Oysters, clams, and cockles.

Come on.

Some oysters, girl!

I'm talking to you.

Is, uh...

- Girl! - Tie her up!

Are you deaf? Girl!

Girl!

My lord.

My lord.

Lord Tyrell.

On behalf of the Iron Bank,

may I be the first to welcome you to the Free City of Braavos.

I hope your journey was trouble-free.

A bit of chop the last few days. Nothing too awful.