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Your Grace, I want to say--

You will not speak.

How do I know you are who you say you are?

If only I were otherwise.

If you are Tyrion Lannister, why shouldn't I kill you

to pay your family back for what it did to mine?

You want revenge against the Lannisters?

I killed my mother Joanna Lannister

on the day I was born.

I killed my father Tywin Lannister with a bolt to the heart.

I am the greatest Lannister killer of our time.

So I should welcome you into my service

because you murdered members of your own family?

Into your service?

Your Grace, we have only just met.

It's too soon to know if you deserve my service.

If you'd rather return to the fighting pits,

just say the word.

When I was a young man, I heard a story

about a baby born during the worst storm in living memory.

She had no wealth, no lands, no army,

only a name and a handful of supporters,

most of whom probably thought they could use that name to benefit themselves.

They kept her alive, moving her from place to place,

often hours ahead of the men who'd been sent to kill her.

She was eventually sold off to some warlord on the edge of the world

and that appeared to be that.

And then a few years later,

the most well-informed person I knew

told me that this girl without wealth, lands, or armies

had somehow acquired all three in a very short span of time,

along with three dragons.

He thought she was our best,

last chance to build a better world.

I thought you were worth meeting at the very least.

And why are you worth meeting?

Why should I spend my time listening to you?

Because you cannot build a better world on your own.

You have no one at your side who understands the land you want to rule.

The strengths and weaknesses of the houses

that will either join or oppose you.

I will have a very large army

and very large dragons.

Killing and politics aren't always the same thing.

When I served as Hand of the King,

I did quite well with the latter considering the king in question

preferred torturing animals to leading his people.

I could do an even better job

advising a ruler worth the name.

If that is indeed what you are.

So you want to advise me?

Very well.

What would you have me do with him?

I swore I would kill him if he ever returned.

I know.

Why should the people trust a queen who can't keep her promises?

Whomever Ser Jorah was when he started informing on you,

he is no longer that man.

I can't remember ever seeing a sane man

as devoted to anything as he is to serving you.

He claims he would kill for you and die for you

and nothing I ever witnessed gives me reason to doubt him.

And yet he did betray you.

Did he have an opportunity to confess his betrayal?

Yes.

Many opportunities.

And did he?

No, not until forced to do so.

He worships you.

He is in love with you, I think.

But he did not trust you with the truth.

An unpleasant truth to be sure,

but one of great significance to you.

He did not trust that you would be wise enough to forgive him.

So I should kill him?

A ruler who kills those devoted to her

is not a ruler who inspires devotion.

And you're going to need to inspire devotion,

a lot of it, if you're ever going to rule across the Narrow Sea.

But you cannot have him by your side when you do.

Remove Ser Jorah from the city.

Confess.

My son.

Let me speak to--

Confess.

I meant it.

My face will be the last thing you see--

My name is Lanna. I'm an orphan.

When I was eight, I begged enough money

to buy my first bucket of oysters.

I sold that bucket and made enough money to buy two more.

It took a while, but I finally saved enough

to buy myself an oyster cart.

Now every morning,

I make my way down to the canals.

I pass the fish mongers and the bakers.

I usually see Lhara,

my first customer of the day on her way home.

Then I turn left onto Moonsinger Lane--

Turn left onto Ragman Lane

where I do most of my trade.

Lanna is very impressive.

Very industrious.

She will make a fine servant for the Many-Faced God.

How will she serve him?

She will no longer turn left onto Ragman Lane.

She will turn right and go to Ragman Harbor.

What will she do there?

She will see.

See what?

How can a man tell a girl this?

If he knew what she would see,

there would be no reason to send her.

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Oysters, clams, and cockles!

Your oysters fresh?

Best in the city.

You wouldn't lie to an old man, would you?

Mm.

Very nice. Give me four with vinegar.

It's my 18th voyage.

Returned from all of them without a scratch on me.

Can't do it.

Please, I've three children.

Without me...

Here, take it. You have to.

I've three children.

- What will they do? - Come on.

They've nothing without me.

Please, you have to!

Please, you don't understand!

Please!

The man is a gambler.

He wages that a sailor's ship

will make it to its destination.

It is a strange wager for the captain.

He only wins if he loses his life.

So why would a captain make the wager in the first place?

A girl tells a man that she has seen.

If the captain dies,

the thin man pays his family a lot of money.

But perhaps the gambler loses his bet

and decides he does not have to pay after all.

A destitute woman and her small child,

what can they do to such a man if he keeps their money for himself?

To whom can they turn for recourse?

The Many-Faced God.

You said you didn't know what I would see at the docks.

A man had no idea what a girl would see and what she would not.

A girl named Lanna will return to the docks.

She will watch the gambler.

She will come to know as much about him as she knows about herself.

And then what?

A gift for the thin man.

She's not ready.

Perhaps she is, perhaps she's not.

And if she's not?

It is all the same to the Many-Faced God.

The trial will take place soon.

The High Sparrow will be presenting

a substantial case against you.

The charges?

Fornication, treason, incest,

the murder of King Robert.

All lies.

Of course, Your Grace.

My concern is that the Faith does not adhere

to the same standards of proof as the crown.

I hope you'll excuse me for saying it,

but belief is so often the death of reason.

I wish you had said it sooner.

Is there any word from Jaime?

No, I'm afraid not.

Your Grace, Grand Maester Pycelle

has summoned your Uncle Kevan

back from Casterly Rock

to serve as Hand of the King.

He now presides over the small council.

Tell him I need to speak to him.

I implored him to visit you, but he would not.

What about my son, the king?

If you can visit me, then surely the king...

Your arrest and Queen Margaery's arrest,

the king has not taken them well.

He remains in his chambers.

His servants often find his food in the hall left untouched.

You need to talk to him.

You need to talk to my son and tell him to come and see me,

come and see his mother.

He-- I tried, Your Grace.

He wouldn't see me. He won't see anyone.

I can't stay here.

There is a way, Your Grace.

A way out.

Confess?

To the High Sparrow?

I won't.

I made him.

I rose him up from nothing.

I will not kneel before some barefooted commoner

and beg his forgiveness.

Good-bye, my queen.

The work continues.

Why?

Why, Theon?

I'm not Theon. There is no Theon.

- Reek. - Reek.

Why did you tell him, Reek?

I was helping you.

You wanted to escape.

There is no escape.

Not ever.

Theon Greyjoy tried to escape.

The master knew.

He knows everything.

He hunted him and caught him

and strapped him to a cross

and cut away piece after piece

until there was no Theon left.

Good.

If it weren't for you, I'd still have a family.

If I could do what Ramsay did to you

right here, right now, I would.

I deserved everything.

I deserve to be Reek.

I did terrible things.

Turned on Robb.

Captured Winterfell.

- Killed those boys. - They weren't "those boys."

They were Bran and Rickon. They were your brothers.

You've known them since they were born.

They weren't. They were only--

Only what?

- I can't. - Tell me.

I can't, not unless the master says.

- Tell me. They weren't what? - They weren't--

Tell me why Bran and Rickon should be gone

while you still breathe the air.

Tell me to my face, Theon.

Tell me that they weren't your brothers!

They weren't Bran and Rickon!

I couldn't find them.

It was two farm boys.

I killed them and burned them so no one would know.

You didn't?

Do you know where they went, Bran and Rickon?

I can't talk to you anymore.

Theon, you have to tell me. Do you have any idea where--