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My father told me you should never talk to a horse.

He said they're dumber than dogs and only understand the crop.

But I don't think that's true.

I think a horse doesn't want to be ordered about any more than a man does.

The dog can only have us.

And if he loses, we won't even have that.

I can get the weapon in his hand.

Somehow.

But then it's up to you.

Oh, Bob?

You steal that horse.

Tell the truth.

We'll be fair.

It's not stealing if you mean to put it back.

What's wrong with your hair?

What's wrong with your eye?

You're Throvan Risely.

You're the maddest knight in the Seven Kingdoms.

We are a vessel for the warrior.

When it is madness bid, it is madness delivered.

You're small for a squire.

I serve for Duncan the Tall.

He's large enough for the both of us.

We've not heard of him.

You will.

Where have you been?

Training.

Don't wander off without telling me.

What are you doing, sir?

Sowing a patch.

Is that not my job?

You know how?

Then quit jawing and get the brushes.

Thunder looks like he's been dragged through a hedge.

What about breakfast?

There's salt beef after you're done.

I sooner eat the horse, but... You'll eat my fist if you don't do as you're

told.

Never mind that.

Yeah.

Yeah, just like that.

Keep it as close to the edge as possible.

And that's your whip stitch.

How do you get it so even?

Just... Just practice. Just...

Try again.

There. Yes!

Sir? Mm -hm?

Is it odd that I have black hair growing out of my stones?

Odd that you're telling me.

Prince Baelor was the firstborn. Prince Maegor sprang out, laughed.

Daemon was a bastard.

It's time.

Fetch my armour.

Now?

Aye, now.

Why?

Because I mean to enter the lists.

You don't have your shield?

Well, yeah, we'll gather it along the way.

Also,

the right of first challenge goes to Knights of Highbirth and Renown.

Are you a Knight of Highbirth and Renown, sir?

Wait, so I cannot enter the lists today?

Not today, sir, no.

Only nights of high birth and renown.

And why have I been vomiting all morning?

It's a mystery.

No, no, no, no, no.

Goose eggs.

Just the eggs.

No, no, no.

Goose eggs.

Do you like goose eggs?

Your shield will be ready this evening, sir.

Thank you.

Shut up.

Meg, I can't eat hard -boiled beef. I just eat lovely food and grapes and all

the... Can't even drink a pint of ale.

Yeah, because it's disgusting.

It's not disgusting. Yes, it is disgusting. It's not disgusting. It's

disgusting. Well, then I won't buy you another one.

Good.

I think I could be quite happy in a place like this.

You're in a place like this?

I meant for a while.

Ah, yes.

After I lead a great campaign for my lord, of course.

Of course.

I return a war hero.

And he gives me a parcel of land for my very own.

And the hand of his second most beautiful daughter.

Second most?

Well, you've already married the first most.

Have you not, sir?

I keep horses, plant oats and peas.

Raise cows.

And lambs, perhaps.

Fuck your lambs.

Did you really ride all the way here in the back of some farmer's wagon?

I don't want to talk about it.

I'll say this for you.

You're a good worker when you put your mind to it.

I think so.

You mean I can stay in as your squire after the tournament?

If I lose at my first joust, I'll scarcely be a knight after the

But if you win?

If I win... Sir Duncan!

A word, if you please.

Is there an issue with

my entry?

Oh, no, no, I... I only wanted to show you a new fishing spot I'm keen on.

Er... Sir Duncan, I believe we are both...

Men of honour.

So I hope you understand that what I ask serves no private interest.

I'd just surprise you to learn that my Lord Ashford has ritually overspent on

his daughter's pageant.

I might not.

Well, with winter not so long past and many of our flocks collapsed, hard times

lay ahead.

Unless we endeavour to reverse our fortunes.

I don't have any money.

Shocking, that may be.

I mean not to rob you, but to reward you.

Reward me?

Aye. What do you know of Lord Ashford's youngest, Sir Andrew?

He's a deaf lance.

Indeed, indeed.

But we're a challenger to come forth.

And an horse, Sir Andrew, against all odds. The lucky few who backed such an

unlikely winner would find their pockets full.

Now, now, rest assured, rest assured, I mean no disrespect.

I ask only what you already intend.

Drive your fork from his saddle and take your place on Champion's Row.

I do not want a victory that I have not earned.

Have you not earned it?

Let Sir Andrew take the fall, and you shall have his horse, arms and armour as

recompense for your role.

A tidy sum for a young edge knight who presently calls an aldertree home.

It's a noun.

I beg you, think on it.

I shall seek your answer on the morrow.

Perhaps the rains will hold till then.

Mind your pride, Sir Duncan.

of Mirka, grandson to King Charon the Good, and Prince of Hoth of Aerion.

Prince Aerion, bright flame!

Cousin.

Not to worry. I won't embarrass you today.

Come out, come out, little knight.

Time you face the dragon.

Terrible sight.

But a squire must be strong.

A mishap may befall me, and I'll need you to keep your wits if it does.

That was no mishap.

The jousting is done for the day, I think.

Come, lad.

Thank you.

Of course there wasn't, Alistair.

The crippled girl who shoved her hand up men's arses.

I think there probably was.

Of course there probably was.

Do you think her name was really Alice?

No. I just think Alice is a nice name to write a song to.

That means there was a crippled girl who was so good at pleasuring men in her

bum that they thought fit to celebrate her in song.

Yet they could not prod the credit her true name.

If there's a lesson in that, it's for wiser men than me to say.

Perhaps it is a story of honour.

Honour?

A misfortune girl making the best of her natural gifts.

One might wish for more.

But is this not the act of a dogged spirit giving more than what is asked?

The whole arm bone, as it were.

Perhaps her name does not matter then.

It's... It's her story that abides.

Her name is Hope, sir.

Belongs to all who invoke it.

Did you

ever know your father, Egg?

Most like I saw mine hanged.

There was a pot shop in Flea Bottom.

We used to sell them rats and cats and pigeons for brown.

Cook there always said my father was from Flea.

He was as big as me.

He wouldn't let a very good one.

Say your fortune.

Oh, yeah. Go on, then.

You shall know great success and be richer than a Lannister.

Thank you. Do the boy now.

You shall be king.

And die in hot fire and worms shall feed upon your ashes.

And all who know you shall rejoice in your dying.

What?

Thank you, that's very good.

Why would she say that?

Why would she say what?

Come on.

Sir Duncan!

I saw you earlier with this boy.

Yeah, this boy is my squire.

Egg, this is Raymond Fossaway.

Good day.

Will you join me in my tent for a cup of cider?

I can wait at the puppet show, sir.

Bring your shields when the performance is over.

We make it ourselves.

Very well.

Have you chosen an opponent yet?

Oh, uh, I'm not sure.

Who does your cousin mean to challenge?

If anyone's wounded on the morrow, I'm sure Stefan will be quick to knock on

shield.

He's a wise chivalry and a daft weasel.

I suppose Sir Andrew and I are quite equally

matched. A local favourite.

You mean to play the villain?

I heard Eriam were in spitting rage at Lord Ashford for giving away his horse.

Little comfort that will be to Sir Humphrey. Looked as if he was going to

the day. Now his leg shat like a baking dish. My squire thinks Arian meant to

kill the horse.

It's just hard to accept that a knight might be so dishonourable, let alone a

prince. Why is that hard?

No, I... They're incestuous aliens, Duncan.

Blood magicers and tyrants who burned our land.

Enslaved our people.

Dragged us into their wars with no respect for Irish or our customs.

Every pale -haired brat they've saddled on us has been madder than the last.

God's know how.

The only honourable thing a Targaryen can do for this realm is finish on his

wife's tits.

So I think he meant to kill the fucking horse.

I got a bit carried away there.

Heard that part about the tits from Stefan

There we are. He's all smiles and chivalry so long as his father's

I saw Prince Maker's chair was empty.

He left Ashford this morning to search for the rest of his misbegats.

Misbegats? Which of those?

He's there.

Darren. And the youngest.

They departed somewhere altogether a few days ago, but never reached Ashford.

They've rumours going about the boys are dead.

But most like Darren, he's probably just drunk again.

Little wonder maker's been walking around like someone pissed in his swan

He's probably just worried about his son.

Seven know why.

Darren's a sod.

Arian's just vain and cruel.

The third's so useless, we're going to ship him off to a citadel to make a

maidservant of him.

And the youngest... You have to come!

Arian's hurting her! Hurting who?

Why did you throw your life away for this whore?

She's scarcely worth it.

She's a traitor.

The Dragon Lord never loses.

Nothing more to say.

You've loosened one of my teeth.

So we'll start by breaking out all of yours.

Don't hurt him!

You stupid boy!

Hold your tongue or they'll hurt you!

No, they won't. They do. The last one's my father.

Let go of him.

Wait. Your call. Do as I say.

You impudent little rat.

What's happened to your hair?

I cut it off, brother.

I didn't want to look like you.