All language subtitles for 12 House Dayne

YOUNG NED: As a boy,

even l dreamed sometimes of being

not a Stark of Winterfell

but a Dayne of Starfall.

Legend has it that the Dornish founder
of House Dayne

followed a falling star
to where it hit the ground.

And there he raised his castle.

A fantastic story, l know,

but House Dayne has a relic to prove it.

Dawn.

The most famous sword in Westeros.

Forged from the fallen star's cold heart

and as strong and sharp as Valyrian steel.

Many Houses have ancestral swords

passed from father to oldest son,

like my own family's lce.

But Dawn doesn't pass to
the lord of House Dayne by right.

To wield Dawn, a knight of their House
must first be deemed worthy.

lt doesn't matter if he's the lord,

a younger brother or a distant cousin.

lf none are found to be worthy,

the blade stays on the mantel in Starfall
until the next generation.

But Dawn hasn't rested there often.

From House Dayne have risen
some of the greatest warriors in Westeros.

Vorian Dayne, who was a king,

and the greatest knight in Dorne
before he was defeated by Nymeria.

Because of his honor, and his prowess,

she sent him to the Wall in golden fetters

and took his heir as her husband.

Joffrey Dayne,

who answered Aegon the Conqueror's
demand to submit

by invading Aegon's Seven Kingdoms

and marching an army
to the gates of Oldtown,

where Aegon had been crowned.

And the greatest of them all:

Ser Arthur Dayne.

The Sword of the Morning.

During the reign of the Mad King,

a band of outlaws calling themselves
the Kingswood Brotherhood

terrorized the forest
outside of King's Landing.

Every force sent after them
either returned empty-handed

or vanished into the woods,

never to be seen again.

The King was furious

and dispatched Ser Arthur of his own
Kingsguard to deal with the threat.

Ser Arthur didn't put the villagers
to the question

or set fire to the woods
to smoke out the Brotherhood,

as other forces had done.

He paid the smallfolk for the food his men ate,

brought their grievances to the King,

even won them the right
to take a few of the King's deer

during the autumn.

The forest folk had looked to the outlaws
to defend them.

But Ser Arthur did more for them
than the outlaws could ever hope to do.

When a villager led Ser Arthur and his knights
to the outlaws' secret camp,

the Brotherhood, to their credit,

didn't flee.

One of their leaders,

the Smiling Knight,

was a madman.

Cruelty and honor jumbled together.

But he didn't know fear.

Not even when Ser Arthur
drew Dawn before him.

Soon, the outlaw's longsword
had so many notches

that Ser Arthur stopped
to let him fetch a new one.

The robber knights chose another
and then asked for Dawn.

Ser Arthur replied,

"Then you shall have it."

The Smiling Knight never smiled again.

The mad fool.

Dawn is just a sword.

Ser Arthur was the true steel.

Strong, brave and loyal to a fault.

He would never have aided
Rhaegar's abduction of my sister,

if his vows hadn't compelled him.

And though we fought on opposite sides,

l admired him.

When l was younger, l wanted to be him.

Every boy did.

And l killed him.

Not in single combat

but as he was on his knees,

a dagger in his back.

l'll never forget the look in his eyes.

He wasn't angry or betrayed.

He'd done his duty to the last,

even though he found it dishonorable.

And even though he knew
what awaited me in that tower.

Ser Arthur Dayne died
the greatest knight who ever lived.

After Robert's coronation,

l returned Dawn to Starfall.

One day, House Dayne
will raise a worthy successor to Ser Arthur.

Until then, Dawn gathers dust above the fire,

with the dream of every boy in Westeros.