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Does Ser Hugh have
any family in the capital?

No.

I stood vigil for him myself last night.

He had no one else.

He'd never worn this armor before.

Bad luck for him - going
against the Mountain.

Who determines the draw?

All the knights draw straws, Lord Stark.

Aye.

But who holds the straws?

You've done good work, Sisters.

Life is strange.

Not so many years ago we fought
as enemies at the Trident.

I'm glad we never met
on the field, Ser Barristan.

As is my wife. I don't think
the widow's life would suit her.

You're too modest.

I've seen you cut down
a dozen great knights.

My father once told me you
were the best he'd ever seen.

I never knew the man to be
wrong about matters of combat.

He was a fine man, your father.

What the Mad King did to him
was a terrible crime.

And that lad -

he was a squire until a few months ago.

How could he afford a new suit of armor?

Perhaps Lord Arryn left him some money?

- I hear the king wants to joust today.
- Yes, that will never happen.

Robert tends to do what he wants.

If the king got what he
wanted all the time,

he'd still be fighting
a damned rebellion.

It's made too small, Your Grace.
It won't go.

Your mother was a dumb
whore with a fat arse.

Did you know that?

Look at this idiot!
One ball and no brains.

He can't even put a man's
armor on him properly.

- You're too fat for your armor.
- Fat?

Fat, is it?

Is that how you speak to your king?

Oh, it's funny, is it?

- No, Your Grace.
- No?

You don't like the Hand's joke?

You're torturing the poor boy.

You heard the Hand.
The king's too fat for his armor.

Go find the breastplate stretcher - now!

"The breastplate stretcher"?

How long before he figures it out?

- Maybe you should have one invented.
- All right, all right.

You watch me out there.
I still know how to point a lance.

You've no business jousting.
Leave that for the young men.

Why, because I'm king? Piss on that.
I want to hit somebody!

- And who's going to hit you back?
- Anybody who can.

- And the last man in his saddle...
- Will be you.

There's not a man in the Seven
Kingdoms would risk hurting you.

Are you telling me those
cowards would let me win?

Aye.

- Drink.
- I'm not thirsty.

Drink. Your king commands it.

Gods,

too fat for my armor.

Your squire - a Lannister boy?

Mm. A bloody idiot,

but Cersei insisted.

I have Jon Arryn to thank for her.

"Cersei Lannister will make
a good match," he told me.

"You'll need her father on your side."

I thought being king meant
I could do whatever I wanted.

Enough of this.
Let's go watch 'em ride.

At least I can smell
someone else's blood.

- Robert.
- What?

Oh.

An inspiring sight for the people, eh?

Come, bow before your king!
Bow, you shits!

- Where's Arya?
- At her dancing lessons.

The Knight of the Flowers.

Thank you, Ser Loras.

Don't let Ser Gregor hurt him.

- Hey.
- I can't watch.

A hundred gold dragons on the Mountain.

- I'll take that bet.
- Now what will I buy with 100 gold dragons?

A dozen barrels of Dornish wine?

Or a girl from the pleasure houses of Lys?

- Or you could even buy a friend.
- He's going to die.

Ser Loras rides well.

Such a shame, Littlefinger.

It would have been so nice
for you to have a friend.

And tell me, Lord Renly,

when will you be having your friend?

Loras knew his mare was in heat.
Quite crafty, really.

Ser Loras would never do that.

- There's no honor in tricks.
- No honor and quite a bit of gold.

Sword!

Leave him be!

Stop this madness
in the name of your king!

Let him go!

I owe you my life, ser.

I'm no ser.

Remove his hood.

♪ On that eve, the captive Imp ♪

♪ Downwards from his horse did limp ♪

♪ No more would he preen and primp ♪

♪ In garb of red and gold ♪

This isn't the Kingsroad.

- You said we were riding for Winterfell.
- I did... Often and loudly.

Very wise. They'll be out in droves,

looking for me in the wrong place.

Word's probably gotten
to my father by now.

He'll be offering a handsome reward.

Everyone knows a Lannister
always pays his debts.

Would you be so good as to untie me?

- And why would I do that?
- Why not?

Am I going to run?
The hill tribes would kill me for my boots.

Unless a shadowcat ate me first.

Shadowcats and hill tribes
are the least of your concerns.

Ah, the eastern road.

We're going to the Vale.

You're taking me to your sister's
to answer for my imagined crimes.

Tell me, Lady Stark, when was
the last time you saw your sister?

- Five years ago.
- She's changed.

She was always a bit touched, but now...
You might as well kill me here.

- I am not a murderer, Lannister.
- Neither am I.

I had nothing to do with
the attempt on your son's life.

- The dagger found...
- What sort of imbecile

arms an assassin with his own blade?

- Should I gag him?
- Why?

Am I starting to make sense?

Rodrik!

My lady, this way.

Untie me.

If I die, what's the point?

Ah!

- Rodrik?
- I'll be fine, my lady.

There's no need to bloody yourself.

Your first?

You need a woman.

Nothing like a woman after a fight.

I'm willing if she is.

Bran.

The Iron Islands.
Sigil - a kraken.

Words - "We do not sow."

- Lords?
- The Greyjoys.

Famed for their skills at archery,
navigation and lovemaking.

And failed rebellions.

Sigil - a stag, a crowned stag
now that Robert's king.

- Good.
- Words - "Ours is the fury."

- Lords - the Baratheons.
- Mm-hm.

The Westerlands.

- Sigil - a lion.
- Mmm.

- Words - "A Lannister always pays his debts."
- No.

A common saying,
but not their official motto.

Lords - the Lannisters.

- We're still on their words.
- I don't know them.

You do know them. Think.

"Unbowed, unbent, unbroken."

- That's House Martell.
- "Righteous in wrath."

- House Hornwood.
- "Family, duty, honor."

Those are Tully words - your mother's.

- Are we playing a game?
- Family, duty, honor...

- Is that the right order?
- You know it is.

Family comes first?

Your mother had to leave
Winterfell to protect the family.

How can she protect the family

if she's not with her family?

Your mother sat by your bed

for three weeks while you slept.

And then she left!

When you were born, I was the one
who pulled you from your mother.

I placed you in her arms.

From that moment until
the moment she dies,

she will love you.

Absolutely.

- Fiercely.
- Why did she leave?

I still can't tell you,

- but she will be home soon.
- Do you know where she is now?

Today?

- No, I don't.
- Then how can you promise me

she'll be home soon?

Sometimes I worry you're
too smart for your own good.

I'll never shoot another arrow.

And where is that written?

- You need legs to work a bow.
- Hmm.

If the saddle Lord Tyrion
designed actually works,

you could learn to shoot
a bow from horseback.

Really?

Dothraki boys learn when
they're four years old.

Why shouldn't you?

Shh, keep it down.

You're not supposed to be
inside the castle walls.

I thought you were supposed to be
an important person around here.

Important enough for the likes of you.

You're not the only nobleman
in my life, you know.

Who, the Imp?
I'd call him half a nobleman.

Jealous?

Why should I be jealous?

Anyone with a few coppers in his
pocket can own you for the night.

What's a dwarf like down below?

I've always wondered.

- Might surprise you.
- Hmm?

He's good with his fingers too.
And his tongue.

Generous tipper.

I guess gold is cheap for a Lannister.

You are jealous.

I'm a Greyjoy.

We've been lords of the
Iron Islands for 300 years.

There's not a family in Westeros
that can look down on us,

not even the Lannisters.

And what about the Starks?

I've been Lord Stark's ward
since I was eight years old.

A ward - that's a nice word for it.

Your father rebelled against
King Robert and if he does it again...

My father fought for
the freedom of his people.

What did your father do?
Fucked a cook and whelped a whore.

You're a very serious boy.

- I'm not a boy.
- Oh, yes, you are.

A serious boy with a serious cock.

I don't want to pay for it.

Then get yourself a wife.

Come on.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

How is your son, my lord?

He'll never walk again.

But his mind is sound?

So they say.

A blessing, then.

I suffered an early mutilation myself.

Some doors close forever...

others open in most unexpected places.

May I?

If the wrong ears heard
what I'm about to tell you,

off comes my head.

And who would mourn poor Varys then?

North or South, they sing
no songs for spiders.

But there are things you must know.

You are the King's Hand
and the king is a fool -

your friend, I know, but a fool -
and doomed unless you save him.

I've been in the capital a month.

Why have you waited
so long to tell me this?

I didn't trust you.

So why do you trust me now?

The queen is not the only one who
has been watching you closely.

There are few men
of honor in the capital.

You are one of them.

I would like to believe I am another,
strange as that may seem.

What sort of doom does the king face?

The same sort as Jon Arryn.

The tears of Lys, they call it.

A rare and costly thing,

as clear and tasteless as water.
It leaves no trace.

Who gave it to him?

Some dear friend, no doubt.
But which one?

There were many.
Lord Arryn was a kind and trusting man.

There was one boy.

All he was he owed to Jon Arryn.

The squire, Ser Hugh?

Pity, what happened to him,

just when his life seemed
to be going so nicely.

If Ser Hugh poisoned him...

who paid Ser Hugh?

- Someone who could afford it.
- Jon was a man of peace.

He was Hand for 17 years - 17 good years.

Why kill him?

He started asking questions.

He's found one bastard already.

He has the book.

The rest will come.

And when he knows the truth,
what will he do?

The gods alone know.

The fools tried to kill his son.

What's worse - they botched it.

The wolf and the lion will be
at each other's throats.

- We will be at war soon, my friend.
- What good is war now?

We're not ready.

If one Hand can die, why not a second?

This Hand is not the other.

We need time.

Khal Drogo will not make his
move until his son is born.

- You know what these savages are.
- "Delay," you say.

"Move fast," I reply.

This is no longer a game for two players.

It never was.

The first to arrive
and the last to leave.

I admire your industry.

You do move quietly.

We all have our qualities.

You look a bit lonely today.

You should pay a visit
to my brothel this evening.

- First boy is on the house.
- I think you're mistaking

- business with pleasure.
- Am I?

All those birds that whisper in your
ear - such pretty little things.

Trust me,

we accommodate all inclinations.

Oh, I'm sure. Lord Redwyne likes
his boys very young, I hear.

I'm a purveyor of beauty and
discretion - both equally important.

Though I suppose beauty
is a subjective quality, no?

Is it true that Ser Marlon
of Tumblestone prefers amputees?

All desires are valid
to a man with a full purse.

And I heard the most awful
rumor about a certain lord

with a taste for fresh cadavers.

Must be enormously difficult
to accommodate that inclination.

The logistics alone...

to find beautiful corpses
before they rot.

Strictly speaking, such a thing would not
be in accordance with the king's laws.

Strictly speaking.

Tell me. Does someone somewhere
keep your balls in a little box?

I've often wondered.

Do you know, I have
no idea where they are.

And we had been so close.

But enough about me.
How have you been

since we last saw each other?

Since you last saw me
or since I last saw you?

Now the last time I saw you,
you were talking to the Hand of the King.

- Saw me with your own eyes?
- Eyes I own.

Council business.

We all have so much
to discuss with Ned Stark.

Everyone's well aware of your enduring
fondness for Lord Stark's wife.

If the Lannisters were behind
the attempt on the Stark boy's life

and it was discovered that you helped
the Starks come to that conclusion...

to think a simple word to the queen...

- One shudders at the thought.
- Ooh.

But you know something?
I do believe that I have seen you

even more recently than you have seen me.

- Have you?
- Yes.

Earlier today, I distinctly recall

seeing you talking to Lord Stark in his chambers.

Was that you under the bed?

And not long after that

when I saw you escorting a certain

foreign dignitary...

Council business?

Of course, you would have friends
from across the Narrow Sea.

You're from there yourself, after all.

We're friends, aren't we, Lord Varys?

I'd like to think we are.

So you can imagine my burden,

wondering if the king might
question my friend's sympathies.

To stand at a crossroads where
turning left means loyalty to a friend,

turning right loyalty to the realm...

- Oh, please.
- To find myself in a position

where a simple word to the king...

What are you two conspiring about?

Well, whatever it is,
you'd best hurry up.

- My brother is coming.
- To a small council meeting?

Disturbing news from far away.

Hadn't you heard?

Off with you. No begging.

I'm not a beggar.
I live here.

D'you want a smack on your ear
to help you with your hearing?

I want to see my father.

I want to fuck the queen,
for all the good it does me.

You want your father, boy?

He's lying on the floor of some tavern,
getting pissed on by his friends.

My father is Hand of the King!

I'm not a boy.
I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell.

And if you lay a hand on me, my father
will have both your heads on spikes.

Now are you going to let me by
or do I need to smack you

on the ear to help with your hearing?

You know I had half my guard
out searching for you?

- You promised me this would stop.
- They said they were going to kill you.

- Who did?
- I didn't see them,

- but I think one was fat.
- Oh, Arya.

I'm not lying!
They said you found the bastard

and the wolves are fighting
the lions and the savage...

Something about the savage.

- Where did you hear this?
- In the dungeons,

- near the dragon skulls.
- What were you doing in the dungeons?

Chasing a cat.

Pardon, my lord.

There's a night's watchman here
begging a word. Says it's urgent.

- Your name, friend?
- Yoren, if it please.

- This must be your son. He has the look.
- I'm a girl!

Did Benjen send you?

No one sent me, my lord.
I'm here to find men for the Wall,

see if there's any scum in the dungeons
that might be fit for service.

- Oh, we'll find recruits for you.
- Thank you, my lord.

But that's not why I disturb you now.

Your brother Benjen, his blood runs black -

makes him as much my brother as yours.

It's for his sake I rode here so hard
I damn near killed my horse.

There are others riding too.

The whole city will know by tomorrow.

Know what?

Best said in private, my lord.

Go on. We'll talk more later.

Jory, take her safely to her room.

Come along, my lady.
You heard your father.

- How many guards does my father have?
- Here in King's Landing? Fifty.

You wouldn't let anyone
kill him, would you?

No fear on that count, little lady.

- Well?
- It's about your wife, my lord.

She's taken the Imp.

You're far from home, Lady Stark.

- To whom do I speak?
- Ser Vardis Egan, knight of the Vale.

- Is Lady Arryn expecting your visit?
- There was no time to send word.

May I ask, my lady,

why he is with you?

That's why there was no time.

- He is my prisoner.
- He doesn't look like a prisoner.

My sister will decide what he looks like.

Yes, my lady. She will at that.

The Eyrie. They say it's impregnable.

Give me ten good men
and some climbing spikes,

I'll impregnate the bitch.

I like you.

Lord Stark, your presence
has been requested

in the small council chamber.
A meeting has been called.

I need to see the king first - alone.

The king is at the small
council meeting, my lord.

He has summoned you.

- Is it about my wife?
- No, my lord.

I believe it concerns Daenerys Targaryen.

- The whore is pregnant.
- You're speaking of murdering a child.

I warned you this would happen,
back in the North.

I warned you, but you didn't care to hear.

Well, hear it now.

I want 'em dead, mother and child both.

And that fool Viserys as well.

Is that plain enough for you?
I want them both dead.

You will dishonor yourself
forever if you do this.

Honor?! I've got seven kingdoms to rule!

One king, seven kingdoms.

Do you think honor keeps them in line?

Do you think it's honor
that's keeping the peace?

- It's fear - fear and blood.
- Then we're no better than the Mad King.

- Careful, Ned. Careful now.
- You want to assassinate a girl

because the spider heard a rumor?

No rumor, my lord.
The princess is with child.

- Based on whose information?
- Ser Jorah Mormont.

He is serving as advisor
to the Targaryens.

Mormont? You bring us the whispers

of a traitor half a world
away and call it fact?

Jorah Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor.

Small difference, I know,
to an honorable man.

He broke the law, betrayed
his family, fled our land.

We commit murder on the word of this man?

And if he's right?
If she has a son?

A Targaryen at the head
of a Dothraki army -

- what then?
- The Narrow Sea still lies between us.

I'll fear the Dothraki the day they
teach their horses to run on water.

Do nothing?

That's your wise advice?

Do nothing till our enemies
are on our shores?

You're my council.
Counsel!

Speak sense to this honorable fool.

I understand your misgivings, my lord.

Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing

we must consider, a vile thing.

Yet we who presume to rule

must sometimes do vile things

for the good of the realm.

Should the gods grant Daenerys a son,

- the realm will bleed.
- I bear this girl no ill will,

but should the Dothraki invade,
how many innocents will die?

How many towns will burn?

Is it not wiser, kinder even,

that she should die now so that
tens of thousands might live?

We should have had them
both killed years ago.

When you find yourself
in bed with an ugly woman,

best close your eyes, get it over with.

Cut her throat.
Be done with it.

I followed you into war -

twice,

without doubts,

without second thoughts.

But I will not follow you now.

The Robert I grew up with

didn't tremble at the shadow
of an unborn child.

She dies.

I will have no part in it.

You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark.

You'll do as I command
or I'll find me a Hand who will.

And good luck to him.

- I thought you were a better man.
- Out. Out, damn you.

I'm done with you.

Go, run back to Winterfell!

I'll have your head on a spike!

I'll put it there myself, you fool!

You think you're too good for this?

Too proud and honorable?
This is a war!

I'll go ahead with my daughters.
Get them ready. Do it yourself.

- Don't ask anyone for help.
- Right away, my lord.

Lord Baelish is here for you.

His Grace went on about
you at some length

after you took your leave.
The word "treason" was mentioned.

- What can I do for you?
- When do you return to Winterfell?

- Why? What do you care?
- If you're still here come nightfall,

I'll take you to see the last person
Jon Arryn spoke with before falling ill.

If that sort of thing still interests you.

I don't have the time.

It won't take more than an hour.
But as you please.

Round up all the men we have and
station them outside the girls' chambers.

- Who are your best two swords?
- Heward and Wyl.

Find them and meet me at the stables.

You bring him here without permission?

You pollute my home with his presence?

Your aunt has done a bad thing,
Robin, a very bad thing.

You remember her, don't you?

Isn't he beautiful?

And strong too. Jon knew it.

His last words were "The seed is strong."

He wanted everyone to know
what a good, strong boy

his son would grow up to be.

Look at him, the lord of all the Vale.

Lysa,

you wrote me about the Lannisters,

- warning me...
- To stay away from them!

Not to bring one here!

Mummy...

- is that the bad man?
- It is.

He's little.

He's Tyrion the Imp, of House Lannister.

He killed your father.
He murdered the Hand of the King!

Oh, did I kill him too?

- I've been a very busy man.
- You will watch your tongue!

These men are knights of the Vale.

Every one of them loved Jon Arryn.

Every one of them would die for me.

If any harm comes to me,
my brother Jaime will see that they do.

You can't hurt us.
No one can hurt us here. Tell him, Mummy!

- Tell him!
- Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh, my sweet boy.

He's just trying to frighten us.
Lannisters are all liars.

No one will hurt my baby.

Mummy...

I want to see the bad man fly.

- Perhaps you will, my little love.
- This man is my prisoner.

I will not have him harmed.

Ser Vardis,

my sister's guest is weary.

Take him down below so he can rest.

Introduce him to Mord.

You go sleep, dwarf man.

Sleep good, little dwarf man!

Lord Stark's lucky he still has a head.

Robert will rant for a few days,
but he won't do anything.

- He adores the man.
- You're jealous.

- Are you sure this won't hurt?
- Only if I slip.

- And you'd prefer me like this?
- Mm-hm.

If you want hairless, maybe
you should find a little boy.

I want you.

My brother thinks that anyone who
hasn't been to war isn't a man.

He treats me as if I'm a spoilt child.

Oh, and you're not?

Loras Tyrell, the Knight of the Flowers?

How many wars have you fought in?

Oh, and how much did your father
spend on that armor of yours?

Hold still.

All I ever hear from Robert and Stannis
is how I'm not tough enough,

how I squirm at the sight of blood.

You did vomit when that boy's eye
was knocked out in the melee.

His eye was dangling out
of the damn socket!

He shouldn't have entered the melee
if he didn't know how to fight.

Easy for you to say.
Not everyone is such a gifted swordsman.

It's not a gift.
No one gave it to me.

I'm good because I work at it -

every day of my life
since I could hold a stick.

I could work at fighting all day, every day,
I'd still never be as good as you.

Yes, well, I guess we'll never know.

- Everywhere?
- Everywhere.

So how did it end up?

- The Targaryen girl will die?
- It needs to be done, unpleasant as it is.

Robert's rather tasteless about it.

Every time he talks about killing her,
I swear the table rises six inches.

It's a shame he can't muster
the same enthusiasm for his wife.

He does have a deep,
abiding lust for her money.

You have to give it
to the Lannisters - they may be

the most pompous, ponderous cunts
the gods ever suffered to walk the world,

but they do have outrageous
amounts of money.

- I have an outrageous amount of money.
- Not as much as the Lannisters.

But a lot more than you.

Robert's threatening to take
me hunting with him.

Last time we were
out there for two weeks.

Tramping through the trees
in the rain, day after day,

all so he can stick his spear
into something's flesh.

Oh. But Robert loves his killing.

- And he's the king.
- Hmm.

- How did that ever happen?
- Because he loves his killing.

And he used to be good at it.

Do you know who should be king?

- Be serious.
- I am.

My father could be your bank.

I've never fought in a war before,

- but I'd fight for you.
- I'm fourth in line.

And where's Robert in the line
of royal succession?

Joffrey is a monster.
Tommen is eight.

- Stannis?
- Stannis has the personality of a lobster.

He's still my older brother.

- What are you doing?!
- Look at it.

- You cut me.
- It's just blood. We've all got it in us.

Sometimes a little spills.

If you become king,
you're going to see a lot of this.

You need to get used to it.

Go on. Look.

People love you.

They love to serve you
because you're kind to them.

They want to be near you.

You're willing to do
what needs to be done,

but you don't gloat over it.

You don't love killing.

Where is it written that power
is the sole province of the worst?

That thrones are only made
for the hated and the feared?

You would be a wonderful king.

I'm sorry your marriage
to Ned Stark didn't work out.

You seemed so good together.

I'm glad I could do something
to make you happy.

Without a Hand, everything will fall to pieces.

I suppose this is where you tell me
to give the job to your brother Jaime.

No.

He's not serious enough.

I'll say this for Ned Stark -
he's serious enough.

Hmm.

Was it really worth it?
Losing him this way?

I don't know.

But I do know this -

if the Targaryen girl convinces
her horselord husband to invade

and the Dothraki horde
crosses the Narrow Sea...

we won't be able to stop them.

The Dothraki don't sail.
Every child knows that.

They don't have discipline.
They don't have armor.

- They don't have siege weapons.
- It's a neat little trick you do -

you move your lips and your
father's voice comes out.

Is my father wrong?

Let's say Viserys Targaryen lands

with 40,000 Dothraki screamers at his back.

We hole up in our castles.

A wise move -

only a fool would meet
the Dothraki in an open field.

They leave us in our castles.

They go from town to town,
looting and burning,

killing every man who can't
hide behind a stone wall,

stealing all our crops and livestock,

enslaving all our women and children.

How long do the people of the
Seven Kingdoms stand behind

their absentee king, their cowardly king

hiding behind high walls?

When do the people decide
that Viserys Targaryen

is the rightful monarch after all?

We still outnumber them.

Which is the bigger number - five or one?

Five.

Five...

One.

One army - a real army

united behind one leader
with one purpose.

Our purpose died with the Mad King.

Now we've got as many armies

as there are men with gold in their purse.

And everybody wants something different.

Your father wants to own the world.

Ned Stark wants to run away
and bury his head in the snow.

What do you want?

We haven't had a real fight in nine years.

Backstabbing doesn't
prepare you for a fight.

And that's all the realm is now -

backstabbing and scheming

and arse-licking and money-grubbing.

Sometimes I don't know
what holds it together.

Our marriage.

Ah, so here we sit,

17 years later, holding it all together.

Don't you get tired?

Every day.

How long can hate hold a thing together?

Well, 17 years is quite a long time.

Yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

What was she like?

You've never asked about her, not once.

Why not?

At first, just saying her
name even in private

felt like I was breathing
life back into her.

I thought if I didn't talk about her,
she'd just fade away for you.

When I realized that wasn't
going to happen,

I refused to ask out of spite.

I didn't want to give you the satisfaction
of thinking I cared enough to ask.

And eventually it became clear that
my spite didn't mean anything to you.

As far as I could tell,
you actually enjoyed it.

So why now?

What harm could Lyanna Stark's
ghost do to either of us

that we haven't done to each other
a hundred times over?

You want to know the horrible truth?

I can't even remember
what she looked like.

I only know she was the one thing
I ever wanted.

Someone took her away from me,

and seven kingdoms couldn't
fill the hole she left behind.

I felt something for you once, you know?

I know.

Even after we lost our first boy.

For quite a while, actually.

Was it ever possible for us?
Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

No.

Does that make you feel better or worse?

It doesn't make me feel anything.

She looks like him,

don't she, my lord?

She has his nose, his black hair.

Aye.

Tell him when you see him, my lord.

If it please you, tell him
how beautiful she is.

- I will.
- And tell him I've been with no one else.

I swear it, my lord,
by the old gods and new.

I don't want no jewels or nothing,

just him.

The king was always good to me.

When Jon Arryn came to visit you,

- what did he want?
- He wasn't that sort of man, my lord.

He just wanted to know
if the child was happy,

healthy.

Looks healthy enough to me.

The girl shall want for nothing.

Brothels make a much better
investment than ships,

I've found.

Whores rarely sink.

What do you know of
King Robert's bastards?

Well, he has more than you, for a start.

- How many?
- Does it matter?

If you fuck enough women,
some of them will give you presents.

And Jon Arryn tracked them all down. Why?

He was the King's Hand.
Perhaps Robert wanted them looked after.

He was overcome with fatherly love.

Come.

- Jory!
- My lord.

Such a small pack of wolves.

Stay back, ser.
This is the Hand of the King.

Was the Hand of the King.

Now I'm not sure what he is -
lord of somewhere very far away.

What's the meaning of this, Lannister?

Get back inside where it's safe.
I'm looking for my brother.

You remember my brother,
don't you, Lord Stark?

Blond hair, sharp tongue, short man.

- I remember him well.
- It seems he had some trouble on the road.

You wouldn't know what
happened to him, would you?

He was taken at my command
to answer for his crimes.

My lords!

I'll bring the City Watch.

Come, Stark.
I'd rather you die sword in hand.

- If you threaten my lord again...
- Threaten?

As in, "I'm going to open your lord

"from balls to brains and see
what Starks are made of"?

You kill me,

your brother's a dead man.

You're right.

Take him alive. Kill his men.

Yah!

My brother, Lord Stark -
we want him back.