Game of Thrones

Well struck.

Well struck, dog.

Did you like that?

It was well struck, Your Grace.

I already said it was well struck.

Yes, Your Grace.

Who's next? Lothor Brune,

free rider in the service of Lord Baelish.

Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard.

Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard!

Here I am.

Here I am.

Sorry, Your Grace.

My deepest apologies.

Are you drunk? - No.

No. No, Your Grace.

- I had two cups of wine. - Two cups?

That's not much at all.

Please, have another cup.

Are you sure, Your Grace?

Yes. To celebrate my name day.

Have two. Have as much as you like.

I would be honored, Your Grace.

Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos celebrate my name day.

See that he drinks his fill.

You can't.

What did you say?

Did you say I can't?

I only meant

it would be bad luck to kill a man on your name day.

What kind of stupid peasant's superstition...

The girl is right.

What a man sows on his name day, he reaps all year.

Take him away.

I'll have him killed tomorrow, the fool.

He is a fool. You're so clever to see it.

He'll make a much better fool than a knight.

He doesn't deserve the mercy of a quick death.

Did you hear my lady, Ser Dontos?

From this day, you'll be my new fool.

Thank you, Your Grace.

And you, my lady, thank you.

Beloved nephew.

We looked for you on the battlefield.

You were nowhere to be found.

I've been here, ruling the kingdoms.

What a fine job you've done.

Look at you.

More beautiful than ever.

And you!

You're going to be bigger than the Hound,

but much better looking.

This one doesn't like me.

Can't imagine why.

- We heard you were dead. - I'm glad you're not dead.

Me, too, dear. Death is so boring,

especially now, with so much excitement in the world.

My lady, I'm sorry for your loss.

Her loss?

Her father was a confessed traitor.

But still her father.

Surely, having so recently lost your own beloved father, you can sympathize.

My father was a traitor.

My mother and brother are traitors, too.

I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey.

Of course you are.

Well, enjoy your name day, Your Grace.

Wish I could stay and celebrate,

but there is work to be done.

What work?

Why are you here?

A raven arrived from the citadel this morning, Your Grace.

The conclave has met,

considered reports from maesters all over the Seven Kingdoms,

and declared this great summer

done at last.

The longest summer in living memory.

The peasants say, a long summer means an even longer winter.

A common superstition.

We have enough wheat for a five-year winter.

If it lasts any longer,

we'll have fewer peasants.

The city's drowning in refugees, Your Grace, fleeing the war.

We have nowhere to house them. And with winter coming, it'll only get worse.

You command the city watch, do you not, Lord Slynt?

I do, Your Grace.

And are you not a lord at my command?

I owe my title and lands to your generosity, Your Grace.

Then do your job. Shut the gates to the peasants.

They belong in the field, not our capital.

Yes, Your Grace.

Don't get up.

More ravishing than ever, big sister.

War agrees with you.

Forgive the interruption. Carry on.

What are you doing here?

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...

Your father has named Lord Tyrion

to serve as hand in his stead while he fights.

Out! All of you out!

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.

I've done nothing.

Quite right, you did nothing

when your son called for Ned Stark's head.

Now the entire North has risen up against us.

- I tried to stop it. - Did you? You failed.

That bit of theater will haunt our family for a generation.

- Robb Stark is a child. - 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.

- Joffrey is King. - Joffrey is King.

You are here to advise him.

I'm only here to advise him.

And if the king listens to what I say,

the king might just get his Uncle Jaime back.

How?

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. - One.

- One? - Arya, 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 will be furious.

It must be odd for you

to be the disappointing child.

My lord, may the old gods watch over your brother

and all our Northern sons.

The walls of my hold fast will not stand the winter.

The stones were last mortared in the time of King Aerys,

and I'm afraid the masons today are not fit to carry their fathers' hammers.

When I was a boy,

I remember seeing them put up a new tower at Torrhen's Square in a summer.

Men worked back then.

Today, my hold fast looks like it was built by drunk children.

At night you can hear the wind howling through the gaps.

Gods forbid it rains.

Why, I might as well sleep beneath a waterfall.

Maintenance of a hold fast generally falls to the lord of that hold fast.

Generally, yes,

but I've sent all the young men off to fight Robb Stark's war.

King Robb. And it's not his war.

He didn't choose it.

Maybe not, my lord, but he called in his banners and took the men.

Joffrey killed my father,

your liege lord.

Do you remember your vows, ser?

Of course I remember!

We can spare four masons for a week, my lord.

Will that be sufficient to repair your walls?

I believe it will.

We didn't want him here all day, did we?

I didn't like the way he was talking about Robb.

Nor did I.

But listening to people you'd rather not listen to

is one of your responsibilities as Lord of Winterfell.

Lord Portan.

My lord, may the old gods watch over your brother

and all our Northern sons.

Boil this for an hour and drink the tea.

Makes all your pain go away.

Don't have any pain.

Lucky for you.

That way.

You've been having those dreams again.

I don't dream.

Everyone dreams.

I don't.

Heard some of the men talking about the comet.

They say it's an omen.

They say it means Robb will win a great victory in the South.

Did they?

I heard some other fools say it's Lannister Red.

Means the Lannisters will rule all Seven Kingdoms before long.

Heard a stable boy say it's the color of blood

to mark the death of your father.

The stars don't fall for men.

Red comet means one thing, boy.

Dragons.

The dragons are all dead.

They've been dead for centuries.

Mmm.

What did your brother say about them, Khaleesi?

He said they ate meat.

He didn't tell you what kind of meat?

My brother didn't know anything about dragons.