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You did this!

- We have to leave. - Take him!

Where is his wife?

Where's Sansa?

Find her. Bar the gates of the city. Seize every ship in the harbour.

- Where is she? - No one leaves the capital!

Get in.

- Where are we going? - Somewhere safe.

Up you go, my lady.

You'll be fine.

You're stronger than you know.

- Lord Baelish? - Petyr.

Are you hurt, my lady?

Good.

I'm sure you've had quite a fright. Rest easy.

- The worst is past. - Lord Baelish.

- I promised I'd get her to you safely. - Softly, my friend.

Voices carry over water.

I should get back before someone thinks to look for me.

First you'll want your pay.

- Ten thousand, was it? - Ten thousand.

Wait!

Shh.

You don't want the Queen to hear, do you?

A thousand gold cloaks are searching for you.

And if they found you,

how do you think they would punish the girl who murdered the King?

I didn't murder anyone.

I know. But you must admit, it looks suspicious.

The King who executed your father,

who tormented you for years,

and you fled the scene of his murder.

Why did you kill him?

Because he was a drunk and a fool,

and I don't trust drunk fools.

He saved me.

Saved you? My lady, he followed my orders. Every one of them.

And he did it all for gold.

Money buys a man's silence for a time.

A bolt in the heart buys it forever.

He was helping me because I saved his life.

Yes, and he gave you a priceless necklace

that once belonged to his grandmother.

The last legacy of House Hollard.

I had it made a few weeks ago.

What did I once tell you about the capital?

"We're all liars here."

Come, my lady.

I know you've had a difficult day.

But you're safe now.

I promise you that.

You're safe with me,

sailing home.

So am I the queen?

More than you were with Renly.

Less than you would have been

if Joffrey had done you the courtesy of consummating the marriage before dying.

This would not be an opportune moment to press the issue.

Clawing at his own throat, looking to his mother to make it stop...

It was horrible.

The world is overflowing with horrible things.

But they're all a tray of cakes next to death.

They brought me your grandfather's body when he died.

Made me look at it.

What was it like?

They took me to the Great Hall. There he was.

The man I'd married and suffered to father my children.

A great doughy lump I'd sat next to at endless dinners and tedious gatherings.

There he was,

lying on a table.

One of my husbands preferred the company of men

and was stabbed through the heart.

Another was happiest torturing animals

and was poisoned at our wedding feast.

- I must be cursed. - Nonsense.

Your circumstances have improved markedly.

You may not have enjoyed watching him die,

but you enjoyed it more than you would have enjoyed

being married to him, I can promise you that.

But I would have been the queen.

Our alliance with the Lannisters

remains every bit as necessary to them as it is unpleasant for us.

You did wonderful work on Joffrey.

The next one should be easier.

Your brother is dead.

Do you know what that means?

I'm not trying to trick you.

It means I'll become king.

Yes, you will become king.

What kind of king do you think you'll be?

- A good king? - Mmm.

I think so as well.

You've got the right temperament for it.

But what makes a good king? Hmm?

What is a good king's single most important quality?

This is hardly the place or the time.

- Holiness? - Hmm.

Baelor the Blessed was holy.

And pious.

He built this Sept.

He also named a 6-year-old boy High Septon

because he thought the boy could work miracles.

He ended up fasting himself into an early grave

because food was of this world and this world was sinful.

Hmm.

- Justice. - Mmm.

A good king must be just.

Orys I was just.

Everyone applauded his reforms,

nobles and commoners alike.

But he wasn't just for long.

He was murdered in his sleep after less than a year by his own brother.

Was that truly just of him?

To abandon his subjects to an evil that he was too gullible to recognise?

- No. - No.

- What about strength? - Yes.

Strength.

King Robert was strong.

He won the rebellion

and crushed the Targaryen dynasty.

And he attended three Small Council meetings in 17 years.

He spent his time whoring and hunting and drinking

until the last two killed him.

So, we have a man who starves himself to death,

a man who lets his own brother murder him,

and a man who thinks that winning and ruling are the same thing.

What do they all lack?

- Wisdom. - Yes!

- Wisdom is what makes a good king. - Yes.

But what is wisdom? Hmm?

A house with great wealth and fertile lands asks you for your protection

against another house with a strong navy that could one day oppose you.

How do you know which choice is wise and which isn't?

You've any experience of treasuries and granaries

or shipyards and soldiers?

- No. - Of course not.

A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn't.

You're young.

A wise young king listens to his counsellors and heeds their advice until he comes of age.

And the wisest kings

continue to listen to them long afterwards.

Your brother was not a wise king.

Your brother was not a good king.

If he had been,

perhaps he'd still be alive.

Now, as the king, you will have to marry.

Do you understand why?

A king needs a queen.

Yes, but why?

To further the family line.

- Do you know how that happens? - Yes.

But has anyone explained the details to you?

I don't think so.

It's all relatively straightforward.

- How are you? - I'm all right.

You are. You will be.

I'll see to that.

Please give the Queen a moment alone with her son.

- Yes, my lord. - All of you.

It was Tyrion.

He killed him.

He told me he would.

"A day will come when you think you are safe and happy,

"and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth."

That's what he said to me.

You saw it.

You saw Joff point at him just before he...

I don't know what I saw.

Avenge him.

Avenge our son.

Kill Tyrion.

Tyrion's my brother.

Our brother.

There'll be a trial. We'll get to the truth of what happened.

I don't want a trial.

He'll squirm his way to freedom given the chance.

I want him dead.

Please, Jaime. You have to.

He was our son.

Our baby boy.

You're a hateful woman.

Why have the gods made me love a hateful woman?

Jaime, not here, please.

Please.

Stop it.

- Stop it. - No.

Stop it.

Stop.

Stop. It's not right.

It's not right.

I don't care.

- Don't. - I don't care.

- Jaime, don't. - I don't care.

Gonna rain soon.

Where are we?

Near Fairmarket, I think.

You think?

You don't have a map?

- No. - Maybe we should get one.

Just point out the next map shop you see, and I'll buy you one.

- How far is it to the Eyrie? - Far.

And you're sure we're going the right way?

Believe me, girl, I want you there as soon as I can.

Get my gold, be on my way.

- Where? - Why do you care?

Might book passage across the Narrow Sea.

Fight as a sellsword.

Second Sons, could be.

Seems like a good fit for me.

I'd like to see Braavos one day.

Why Braavos?

I have friends there.

I doubt it.

Seven blessings to you.

- What do you want? - This is my land.

If I'm standing on it, it's my land.

We were just watering the horses. We'll be on our way.

Forgive my father.

He was wounded fighting in the war.

Our cottage burned down while he was gone, and my mother with it.

He's never been the same.

Which house did he fight for?

The Tullys of Riverrun.

There's a storm coming.

You'll be wanting a roof tonight.

There's fresh hay in the barn.

And Sally here makes rabbit stew just like her mom used to do.

We don't have much, but any man that bled for House Tully is welcome to it.

We ask the Father to judge us with mercy, accepting our human frailty.

We ask the Mother to bless our crops,

so we may feed ourselves and all who come to our door.

We ask the Warrior to give us courage in these days of strife and turmoil.

We ask the Maiden to protect Sally's virtue

and keep her from the clutches of depravity.

You going to do all seven of the fuckers?

Father!

We ask the Smith to strengthen our hands and our backs,

so we may finish the work required of us.

We ask the Crone to guide us on our journey from darkness to darkness.

And we ask the Stranger not to kill us in our beds tonight for no damn reason at all.

I'm so sorry.

Really good.

Did you fight at the Twins?

Call that a fight? Slaughtering livestock more like.

The Red Wedding, they're calling it.

Walder Frey committed sacrilege that day.

He shared bread and salt with the Starks. He offered them guest right.

Guest right don't mean much any more.

It means something to me.

The gods will have their vengeance.

Frey will burn in the seventh hell for what he did.

Things were different when Hoster Tully ruled the Riverlands.

We had good years and bad years, same as anyone, but we were safe.

Now with the Freys,

raiders come plundering, steal our food, steal our silver.

I was gonna send Sally north to stay with my brother,

but the North's no better. The whole country's gone sour.

You got any ale?

Afraid not.

How can a man not keep ale in his home?

You look like you could really swing that sword.

A real warrior with proper training.

Those raiders wouldn't stand a chance against you.

How would it be if you stayed on till the new moon?

I could use a man to help with the farm work.

Sally does what she can,

but she can't lift a bale of hay.

And if any thieves came looking for easy pickings,

one look at you, I bet they'd run the other way.

Meaning no offence.

What'll you pay?

I don't have much.

But I have hidden a bit of silver from the bandits.

Fair wages for fair work?

Fair wages for fair work.

Ahhh!

- What did you do? - Get your horse saddled.

- You told me you weren't a thief. - I wasn't.

He took us in. He fed us and you...

Aye, he took us in. He's a good man, and his daughter makes a nice stew.

And they'll both be dead come winter.

- You don't know that. - I do.

He's weak. He can't protect himself.

They'll both be dead come winter.

Dead men don't need silver.

You're the worst shit in the Seven Kingdoms.

There's plenty worse than me.

I just understand the way things are.

How many Starks they got to behead before you figure it out?

Raper.

Horse thief.

Ninth-born son.

Raper. Thief.

Thief and raper.

There he is, Sam the Slayer.

Going to visit your wildling whore?

- She's not a whore. - No?

Maybe I'll give her a copper tonight and find out.

They all think I'm lying.

About what?

Killing the White Walker.

You're not lying.

I'll never forget the way it screamed.

But you're the only one that saw it.

And they all think you're just a...

A what?

A wildling.

My father hated that word.

- It's not a very nice word. - I don't know.

It makes me sound a bit dangerous, doesn't it?

So, are you all right?

No one bothering you?

I get a lot of looks.