Episode #3.6

Tully's been here.

We found one of their camps just ahead.

But something strange has happened there.

They're all Rivermen.

Who killed them?

We found no sign of their foe.

They did not fall here.

On your guard!

It's a trap!

To me!

We light the way!

We light the way!

This was not the battle.

Who are they?

Our death.

Criston Cole!

Traitor, usurper, and defiler of justice.

Come forth to hear your fate.

If I strike my banners, will you spare my men their lives?

I made a promise to the dead, Cole.

I told them I'd build a sept out of traitors' bones.

I don't have near enough bones yet.

If there is to be battle here, many of you will die as well.

That's why we've come.

What better way to die than blade in hand?

As you will it.

Let us begin here then.

One of me against the two of you.

Will that be enough to make a fight of it?

They're here.

I mourn my friend Ser Luthor,

and some four and 10 of his best men.

A total count of five and 20 of the City Watch

now slain in the name of "King Daeron."

Lord Ormund mocks us in our own city.

He means to show the realm that I cannot govern even my own seat.

The great houses watch while he humiliates me.

Where is my army?

Ser Criston has hindered them.

The vanguard is still a fortnight's march from Tumbleton.

The insult must be answered now.

We must do what we should have done in the first.

Burn the villains out.

Then Ormund gets what he wants.

A queen who murders loyal subjects cannot be trusted.

We know where the traitor has entrenched himself.

If I fly directly to the Footly stronghold--

On a dragon, I presume.

A beast well known for its delicacy and precision in battle.

Ah, yes, what a marvel.

The flame it spews forth can discern with pure magic

who is blameless and who is deserving--

I'll hear no more from those whose greatest battle

has been with their own indigestion.

I am of the same mind as the lord and ladies, Your Grace.

Your army marches ever nearer.

You will answer this outrage with force

but discriminately...

-...if we wait but a while longer. -At what cost?

Remember the prophecy, your sacred calling.

Whatever you do in its service is justified.

Aegon the Conqueror burned thousands on the Field of Fire, thousands,

and settled the realm for generations--

The Conqueror

burned enemy soldiers, not subjects who bent the knee.

Their lord bent the knee to you!

The people would just as happily follow a mule

-if that same-- -My father would abhor it.

Ah, and there we have it.

But...

my patience has its bounds.

-I will send knives. -So be it.

At least I will get to meet the fiend face-to-face before he dies.

Oh, no, not you.

I will have my satisfaction.

Yes.

But the most effective assassin has a plain face.

Fanatics still prowl the streets

outside our castle gates at Lord Ormund's bidding.

That is your charge.

Your Grace, there is a detachment left here of Velaryon men, soldiers,

ready to aid Prince Daemon in his--

I think not.

How many Velaryon men remain in King's Landing?

Some threescore, Your Grace.

Petition your father for more.

They may be needed to secure the city.

Who then will you send to Tumbleton?

It is a dangerous errand, and one that will require force.

My queen, the delegation from House Baratheon has arrived.

Your Grace, I am sent to represent House Baratheon

in response to your summons.

Where is Lord Borros?

Lord Borros begs patience, my queen.

He has taken his army to the Red Mountains to fight the Vulture King,

who has been raiding the Stormlands these many moons.

His queen summons him north,

and all of a sudden it occurs to him that he must ride south.

It is my lord's duty

to guard the realm against the Dornish threat.

As it was his duty to guard my son

when he came to treat with him beneath his roof?

Once the Vulture King has been subdued--

Your lord makes the mistake of considering a common bandit

a greater threat to his interests than I am.

I could brand him a traitor and hang you in his stead.

No disrespect was intended, Your Grace, to you or your endeavors.

It is but...

but a matter of time.

Time?

If there were aught else I could offer you at this moment,

I would lay it before you most willingly.

Give me your belt.

Anything to report?

Market day tomorrow.

Do you remember Market Day in King's Landing?

Before all of this?

Fruit stalls.

Geese honking. Traders shouting.

Hot pies.

Took it all for granted, didn't we?

It will soon be the same again, I imagine.

But we're not the same, are we?

We weren't in service back then.

At the beck and call of the queen sleeping on a hill,

alone.

She stopped me going to the tavern, Hugh.

Not one ale with the lads.

What's the point in having a dragon if no one's around to see it?

Well, would you go back to where you were?

Scrabbling around in the dust?

No.

Though I can't say my life has been improved.

Can you?

Right, then.

See you in two days.

Ser Hugh.

Come on, girl.

Leave us.

You would have done the same.

Have I not shown you mercy

even before those who named my kindness to you a weakness?

Are you so ungrateful

-that you insist upon-- -Helaena is with child.

So, you flee.

To preserve the babe's life, and Helaena's with it.

Still you insist on misjudging me.

If the child is male,

would you not in the end find it necessary?

To hold him hostage, at the least?

To draw out Aemond or...

or Ormund in his pride?

Or simply to secure your own reign from endless challenges.

You were discovered by guards.

I cannot let this go unanswered.

Helaena did as I persuaded her to do.

If you must be cruel, let it be me who suffers.

Only spare her.

You must both now be more strictly confined.

Your guard is doubled.

There'll be no more walks in the Godswood.

-I accept this judgment for myself-- -My judgment

does not require your acceptance.

Rhaenyra, you know what she is.

She is fragile, you cannot confine her.

I didn't!

And now, I must!

She cannot be seen.

If she is known to carry Aegon's heir, I will be forced to do what you fear.

Well, so, so, so send us away then to some remote--

Away? Now?

Your son is still at liberty.

Your cousin wreaks chaos within my city walls.

Even today, I must answer another of his murderous treasons.

You are a Hightower. To my court, you are the enemy.

And to you?

Do not try me.

What did she tell you?

Helaena is with child.

Are there others who know?

I believe not.

You yourself had no suspicion?

No.

No.

That one.

A thief and a liar.

Let me know when it's done.

We will be avenged.

If it takes a hundred years.

What's this?

Forgive me, my prince.

This is how you answer?

With desertion?

The queen asked for loyalty,

and I was willing enough to wait.

But my children are now penniless.

I will not leave them fatherless as well.

Small wonder Hightower vermin swarm our streets

when they smell your craven stink.

My first duty must be to my family.