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HBO original drama Game of Thrones premieres its seventh and final season tonight.

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Lord Eddard Stark’s execution incites The War of the Five Kings and sets in motion the events that would eventually lead to Daenerys Targaryen’s massive amphibious assault on King’s Landing.


Ned Stark, HBO, Game of Thrones, Sean BeanQuote1And which one of you was a marksman at 10?  Keep practicing, Bran.  Go on.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Get the lads to saddle their horses.  He swore an oath, Cat.  Tell Bran he’s coming too.  He won’t be a boy forever.  And winter is coming.” — Ned Stark

Quote1In the name of Robert of the house Baratheon the first of his name… …King of the Andals and the First Men… …Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, sentence you to die.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“You understand why I did it?  But do you understand why I had to kill him?  The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.” — Ned Stark

Quote1The White Walkers have been gone for thousands of years.  A madman sees what he sees.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“There are no mountain lions in these woods.  It’s a direwolf.  Tough old beast.  Better a quick death.  They won’t last without their mother.  I’m sorry, Bran.  You will train them yourselves.  You will feed them yourselves.  And if they die, you will bury them yourselves.” — Ned Stark

Quote1You have five northern children.  You’re not an outsider.  It’s your Gods with all the rules.  Tell me.  Your sister, the boy?  If he’s coming this far north… there’s only one thing he’s after.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Your grace.  Guarding the North for you, your grace.  Winterfell is yours.  My queen.  Tell me about Jon Arryn.  We both did.  Aye.  I’m not worthy of the honor.” — Ned Stark

Quote1The boy I beheaded– did you know him?  Pfft.  He was talking madness.  Said the Walkers slaughtered his friends.  Hmph.  A Wildling ambush.  Winter is coming.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Your pardon.  Yes, the king has honored me with his offer.  I don’t fight in tournaments.  I don’t fight in tournaments because when I fight a man for real I don’t want him to know what I can do.” — Ned Stark

Quote1I’m a Northman.  I belong here with you, not down south in that rats’ nest they call a capital.  The king takes what he wants.  That’s why he’s king.  How did he get so fat?  Stay.  What news?  She’s fresh widowed, Cat.  She doesn’t know what she’s saying.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“No, but I’m still better than you.  I hope I’ll serve you well.” — Ned Stark

Quote1I have no choice.  Cat– you can.  You must.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“There’s great honor serving in the Night’s Watch.  The Starks have manned the wall for thousands of years.  And you are a Stark.  You might not have my name, but you have my blood.  The next time we see each other, we’ll talk about your mother.  Huh?  I promise.” — Ned Stark

Quote1I’ve half a mind to go with you.  You should have asked me 20 years ago.  I recall a few chances.  Bessie.  She was one of yours.  Wylla.  Nor will I.  The worst thing about your coronation I’ll never get to hit you again.  Daenerys Targaryen has wed some Dothraki horselord.  What of it?  Should we send her a wedding gift?  She’s little more than a child.  Tell me we’re not speaking of this.  But you can’t get your hands on this one, can you?  Even a million Dothraki are no threat to the realm, as long as they remain on the other side of the Narrow Sea.  They have no ships, Robert.  He will not cross.  And if by chance he does, we’ll throw him back into the sea.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Arya!  Where is she?  Who took her?  Right, get back.  Back!  Back to the inn.  All back!  Are you hurt?  What is the meaning of this?  Why was my daughter not brought to me at once?  In bed asleep.  Gladly, your grace.  You can’t mean it.  Is this your command– your grace?  Take the girls to their rooms.  If it must be done, then I’ll do it myself.  The wolf is of the North.  She deserves better than a butcher.  The butcher’s boy– you rode him down?” — Ned Stark

Quote1Get the girls settled in.  I’ll be back in time for supper.  And Jory, you go with them.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Glad to see you’re protecting the throne.  Very handsome armor.  Not a scratch on it.  You’ve chosen your opponents wisely, then.  But you just stood there and watched.  Is that what you tell yourself at night?  You’re a servant of justice?  That you were avenging my father when you shoved your sword in Aerys Targaryen’s back?  You served him well when serving was safe.” — Ned Stark

Quote1Lord Varys.  A shame you didn’t say a prayer for the butcher’s son.  Renly!  You’re looking well.  She has, Lord Baelish.  I understand you knew my brother Brandon as well.  Perhaps you chose the wrong man to duel with.  Grand Maester.  And you served another king.  Without the king?  40,000 gold dragons to the champion, 20,000 to the runner-up, 20,000 to the winning archer.  Are you telling me the crown is three million in debt?  How could you let this happen?  I will not believe Jon Arryn allowed Robert to bankrupt the realm.  I’ll speak to him tomorrow.  This tournament is an extravagance we cannot afford.  There will be no plans until I speak to Robert.  Forgive me, my lords.  I’m– I had a long ride.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“What’s happening here?  Go to your room.  We’ll speak later.  That’s for you, love.  The same dollmaker makes all of Princess Myrcella’s toys.  Don’t you like it?  It’s all right.  Go on.  War was easier than daughters.  Arya, open the door.  May I come in?  Whose sword is that?  Give it to me.  I know this maker’s mark.  This is Mikken’s work.  Where did you get this?  This is no toy.  Little ladies shouldn’t play with swords.  Come here.  Now, what do you want with this?  Oh, a blade with a name.  And who were you hoping to skewer with needle?  Your sister?  Do you know the first thing about sword fighting?  That’s the essence of it.  No, sweet girl.  No, no, you didn’t kill the butcher’s boy.  Sansa was dragged before the king and queen… and asked to call the prince a liar.  Shh, darling, listen to me.  Sansa will be married to Joffrey someday.  She cannot betray him.  She must take his side even when he’s wrong.  Well… look at me.  You’re a Stark of Winterfell.  You know our words.  You were born in the long summer.  You’ve never known anything else.  But now winter is truly coming.  And in the winter, we must protect ourselves, look after one another.  Sansa is your sister.  I don’t want to frighten you, but I won’t lie to you either.  We’ve come to a dangerous place.  We cannot fight a war amongst ourselves.  All right?  Go on.  It’s yours.  Try not to stab your sister with it.  If you’re going to own a sword, you’d better know how to use it.” — Ned Stark

Quote1My wife is in Winterfell.  You’re a funny man.  Huh?  A very funny man.  It’s too dangerous.  Until we know who our enemies are– Littlefinger’s right.  I can’t do anything without proof.  Then I bring it to Robert… and hope he’s still the man I once knew.  You watch yourself on the road, huh?  That temper of yours is a dangerous thing.  He still loves you.  Off with you.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“The king’s tournament.  I assure you the Hand wants no part of it.  You’ll get 50.  Lord Baelish will see it paid for.  You found money for a champion’s purse, you can find money to keep the peace.  I’ll also give you 20 of my household guard till the crowds have left.  The sooner this is over, the better.  I’m sure the tourney puts coins in many a pocket.  Now… if there’s nothing else, my lords?  I’ve been hoping to talk to you about Jon Arryn.  Why?  What did Jon want the night before he died.  A book?  What book?  No, I’d like to read it.  ‘Harkon Umber, first of his name, born to Lord Hother Umber and Lady Amaryllis Umber in the 183rd year after Aegon’s landing, at the last hearth.  Blue of eye, brown of hair, and fair complected, died in his 14th year of a wound sustained in a bear hunt.’  Did Jon Arryn tell you what he wanted with it?  Jon’s death… …did he say anything to you during his final hours?  ‘The seed is strong?’  What does that mean?  And you’re quite certain he died of a natural illness?  Poison.  I’ve heard it said that poison is a woman’s weapon.  Everybody knows that.  I’ve taken enough of your time.  Thank you.  I’ll find my own way out.” — Ned Stark

Quote1It’s a hard fall down these steps.  Cats?  Syrio says.  He’s right about that.  Well, he needs to get his strength back first.  No.  But someday he could be lord of a holdfast or sit on the king’s council.  Or he might raise castles like Brandon the Builder.  You will marry a high lord and rule his castle.  And your sons shall be knights and princes and lords.  Hmm?Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Hmph.  Pycelle talks too much.  Knighted for what?  Why are you telling me this?  Where is Ser Hugh?  I’ll speak to him.  Varys or the queen?  Yes.  Why?  Lord Baelish, perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.” — Ned Stark

Quote1Ah, a knight.  They strut around like roosters down here.  Even the ones who’ve never seen an arrow coming their way.  Let them look.  What did Lord Arryn want?  I’d like to see him as well.  This is fine work.  There’s nothing to forgive.  When Lord Arryn came to visit you, what would you talk about?  What kind of questions?  Your mother?  What did you tell him?  Look at me.  Get back to work, lad.  If the day ever comes when that boy would rather wield a sword than forge one, you send him to me.  King Robert’s bastard son.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Your grace.  Putting my name on it doesn’t make it mine.  She likes it here.  What are you doing here?  The king called on me to serve him and the realm, and that’s what I’ll do until he tells me otherwise.  If that’s my job, then so be it.  I was also trained to kill my enemies, your grace.” — Ned Stark

Quote1Does Ser Hugh have any family in the capital?  He’d never worn this armor before.  Who determines the draw?  Aye.  But who holds the straws?  You’ve done good work, sisters.  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.  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.  And that lad– he was a squire until a few months ago.  How could he afford a new suit of armor?  Yes, that will never happen.  If the king got what he wanted all the time, he’d still be fighting a damned rebellion.  You’re too fat for your armor.  You’re torturing the poor boy.  ‘The breastplate stretcher?’  Maybe you should have one invented.  You have no business jousting.  Leave that for the young men.  And who’s gonna hit you back?  Will be you.  There’s not a man in the Seven Kingdoms would risk hurting you.  Aye.  I’m not thirsty.  Your squire… a Lannister boy?  Robert.  Where’s Arya?Quote2 — Ned Stark

“He’ll never walk again.  So they say.  I’ve been in the capital a month.  Why have you waited so long to tell me this?  So why do you trust me now?  What sort of doom does the king face?  Who gave it to him?  The squire, Ser Hugh?  If Ser Hugh poisoned him– who paid Ser Hugh?  Jon was a man of peace.  He was hand for 17 years– 17 good years.  Why kill him?” — Ned Stark

Quote1You know I had half my guard out searching for you?  You promised me this would stop.  Who did?  Oh, Arya.  Where did you hear this?  What were you doing in the dungeons?  Your name, friend?  Did Benjen send you?  Oh, we’ll find recruits for you.  Know what?  Go on.  We’ll talk more later.  Jory, take her safely to her room.  Well?Quote2 — Ned Stark

“I need to see the king first– alone.  Is it about my wife?” — Ned Stark

Quote1I’ll go ahead with my daughters.  Get them ready.  Do it yourself.  Don’t ask anyone for help.  What can I do for you?  Why,  What do you care?  I don’t have the time.  Round up all the men we have and station them outside the girls’ chambers.  Who are your best two swords?  Find them and meet me at the stables.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Aye.  I will.  When Jon Arryn came to visit you, what did he want?  He looks healthy enough to me.  The girl shall want for nothing.  What do you know of King Robert’s bastards?  How many?  And Jon Arryn tracked them all down.  Why?  Come.  Jory!” — Ned Stark

Quote1I remember him well.  He was taken at my command to answer for his crimes.  You kill me, your brother’s a dead man.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Your pardon, your grace.  I would rise, but… she did nothing I did not command.  I am the King’s Hand, charged with keeping the peace… he butchered my men– Jaime has fled the city.  Give me leave to bring him back to justice.  If we don’t act, there will be a war.  And what about Jaime Lannister?  What about Jaime?  As you command, your grace.  With your leave I will return to Winterfell and set matters straight.  The hunt?  The Targaryen girl–” — Ned Stark

Quote1These men, were they flying a sigil?  A banner?  You”re describing Ser Gregor Clegane.  I cannot give you back your homes or restore your dead to life, but perhaps I can give you justice in the name of our king, Robert.  Lord Beric Dondarrion.  You shall have he command.  Assemble 100 men and ride to Ser Gregor’s keep.  In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I charge you to bring the king’s justice to the false knight Gregor Clegane and all those who shared in his crimes.  I denounce him and attaint him.  I strip him of all ranks and titles, of all lands and holdings, and sentence him to death.  Grand Maester Pycelle.  Send a raven to Casterly Rock.  Inform Tywin Lannister that he has been summoned to court to answer for the crimes of his bannermen.  He will arrive within the fortnight or be branded an enemy of the crown and a traitor to the realm.  Then how come Robert is king and not Tywin Lannister?Quote2 — Ned Stark

“I’m sending you both back to Winterfell.  Listen– what?  No.  This isn’t a punishment.  I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety.  When you’re old enough, I’ll make you a match with someone who’s worthy of you, someone who’s brave and gentle and strong– go on, girls.  Get your septa and start packing your things.  ‘Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair.’  ‘Axel Baratheon, black of hair.’  ‘Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair.’  ‘Steffon Baratheon, black of hair.’  ‘Robert Baratheon, black of hair.’  ‘Joffrey Baratheon… golden-haired.'” — Ned Stark

Quote1I’ve had worse, my lady.  I know the truth Jon Arryn died for.  Has he done this before?  Your brother… or your lover?  My son saw you with him.  With all my heart.  And they’re all Jaime’s.  You’ve always hated him.  When the king returns from his hunt, I’ll tell him the truth.  You must be gone by then– you and your children.  I will not have their blood on my hands.  Go as far away as you can, with as many men as you can.  Because wherever you go, Robert’s wrath will follow you.  I’ve made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn’t one of them.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“You damned fool.  I will.  I’ll… I’ll do everything I can to honor your memory.  Give him milk of the poppy.  No man could’ve protected him from himself.  His squire?  The Lannister boy?  His grace has had a change of heart, concerning Daenerys Targaryen.  Whatever arrangements you made, unmake them.  At once.” — Ned Stark

Quote1He did.  And what should I do with a hundred swords?  What about Stannis?  Stannis is your older brother.  Stannis is a commander.  He’s led men into war twice.  He destroyed the Greyjoy fleet– I will not dishonor Robert’s last hours by shedding blood in his halls an dragging frightened children from their beds.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“You will sail to Dragonstone tonight.  You will place this in the hand of Stannis Baratheon.  Not his steward, not his captain of the guard, and not his wife.  Only Stannis himself.  Now leave us.  The king has no trueborn sons.  Joffrey and Tommen are Jaime Lannister’s bastards.  The throne passes to his brother Lord Stannis.  There is no ‘unless.’  He is the rightful heir.  Nothing can change that.  Do you have a shred of honor?  We?  What you suggest is treason.  Make peace with the Lannisters, you say… with the people who tried to murder my boy.  No.  I won’t do it.  There is no other choice.  He is the heir.  You promised Catelyn you would help me.  The queen has a dozen knights and a hundred men-at-arms– enough to overwhelm what remains of my household guard.  I need the gold cloaks.  The city watch is 2,000 strong and sworn to defend the king’s peace.” — Ned Stark

Quote1No, all right.  It’s all right.  Let him through.  King Joffrey?  Good.  Ser Barristan, I believe no man here could ever question your honor.  Your son has no claim to the throne.  Ser Barristan is a good man, a loyal man.  Do him no harm.  Commander, take the queen and her children into custody.  Escort them back to the royal apartments and keep them there, under guard.  I want no bloodshed.  Tell your men to lay down their swords.  No one needs to die.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Varys.  What about my daughters?  And Sansa?  You watched my men being slaughtered and did nothing.  The madness of mercy.  That she might save her children.  The queen can’t kill me.  Cat holds her brother.  If that’s true, then slit my throat and be done with it.  Tell me something, Varys.  Who do you truly serve?” — Ned Stark

Quote1Another visit?  It seems you’re my last friend.  On her knees, begging for me, hmmm.  Did you laugh with the others?  I don’t know what you want.  I’ve given up trying to guess.  Huh.  Can you free me from this pit?  What do you want?  Tell me.  No riddles, no stories– tell me, what do you want?  Robb?  He’s just a boy.  Stannis Baratheon is Robert’s true heir.  The throne is his by rights.  You want me to serve the woman who murdered my king, who butchered my men, who crippled my son?  You think my life is some precious thing to me?  That I would trade my honor for a few more years of… of what?  You grew up with actors.  You learned their craft and you learned it well.   But I grew up with soldiers.  I learned how to die a long time ago.Quote2 — Ned Stark

“Baelor!  I am Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King.  I come before you to confess my treason in the sight of Gods and men.  I betrayed the faith of my king and the trust of my friend Robert.  I swore to protect and defend his children, but before his blood was cold I plotted to murder his son… and seize the throne for myself.”  Let the High Septon and Baelor the Blessed bear witness to what I say: Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir to the Iron Throne, by the grace of all the Gods, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.” — Ned Stark

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“Jon said he was a deserter.  ‘Our way is the old way?’  Is it true he saw the White Walkers?  So he was lying?” — Bran Stark

“Where will they go?  Their mother’s dead.  No!  Please, father!  What about you?” — Bran Stark

“I saw the king.  He’s got hundreds of people.  But he’s coming right now– down our road.  I promise.  What?” — Bran Stark

“Come on, you.” — Bran Stark

“10.” — Bran Stark

“I hate your stories.  Those weren’t my favorites.  My favorites were the scary ones.  Maybe we do.  I did though.  It’s true, isn’t it, what Maester Luwin says about my legs?  I’d rather be dead.  I’d rather be dead.” — Bran Stark

“I don’t want to see anyone.  I don’t want to go.  Kneel, Hodor.  Yes.  Well, I mean, I did like to.  I’m not a cripple.  Will I really be able to ride?” — Bran Stark

“The Iron Islands.  Sigil: a kraken.  Words: We do not sow.  The Greyjoys.  Sigil: a stag– a crowned stag now that Robert’s king.  Words: Ours is the fury.  Lords: The Baratheons.  The Westerlands.  Sigil: a lion.  Words: A Lannister always pays his debts.  Lords: The Lannisters.  I don’t know them.  ‘Unbowed, unbent, unbroken.’  ‘Righteous in wrath.’  ‘Family, duty, honor.’  Family, duty, honor… is that the right order?  Family comes first?  How can she protect the family if she’s not with her family?  And then she left!  Why did she leave?  Do you know where she is now?  Today?  Then how can you promise me she’ll be home soon?  I’ll never shoot another arrow.  You need legs to work a bow.  Really?” — Bran Stark

“Come on, Dancer.  Come on!  Robb?  I’m not alone.  My brother is with me.  I can’t.  The saddle– the straps.  I’m Brandon Stark of Winterfell.  If you don’t let me be, I’ll have you all killed!  Robb.  Robb.  No, don’t.  Yes.  It doesn’t hurt.” — Bran Stark

“What is it?  What’s happened?  Where are you going?  But it’s the middle of the night.  They have more men than we do.  Can’t I come with you?  I can ride now.  You’ve seen me riding.  And I won’t get in the way, I– I will.” — Bran Stark

“How long have you been hiding out there?  Robb will be looking for you to say goodbye.  They’ll be back soon.  Robb will free father and they’ll come back with mother.” — Bran Stark

“Please watch over Robb.  And watch over all the other men from Winterfell.  And Theon too, I suppose.  What are you doing here?  You’re not a slave.  Well, your friend did put a knife to my throat.  What did you mean about hearing the Gods?  It’s only the wind.  Go back and find your clothes, Hodor.  Go dress.  Are there really giants beyond the wall?” — Bran Stark

“It had three eyes.  It told me to come home with him, so I did.  We went down into the crypts and my father was there.  You’re afraid, just like Hodor.  You’ve lived beyond the wall.  What are you scared of?  I’m a crippled boy and I’m willing to go.  That’s my grandfather Lord Rickard.  He was burned alive by the mad King Aerys.  That’s Lyanna, my father’s sister.  King Robert was supposed to marry her, but Rhaegar Targaryen kidnapped her.  Robert started a war to win her back.  He killed Rhaegar, but she died anyway.  That’s where I saw father.  Rickon!  What are you doing down here?  Come back up with us.  How many times have I told you?  He’s in King’s Landing with Sansa and Arya.  Saw him when?” — Bran Stark

“King Robb.  And it’s not his war.  He didn’t choose it.  Joffrey killed my father, your liege lord.  Do you remember your vows, Ser?  I didn’t like the way he was talking about Robb.” — Bran Stark

“Don’t have any pain.  That way.  I don’t dream.  I don’t.  Heard some of the men talking about the comet.  They say it’s an omen.  They say it means Robb will win a great victory in the south.  The dragons are all dead.  They’ve been dead for centuries.” — Bran Stark

“Every night it’s the same.  I’m walking and running, but… I’m not– I’m not me.  I’m running through the godswood, sniffing the dirt, tasting blood in my mouth when I’ve made a fresh kill, howling.  Old nan used to tell me stories about magical people who could live inside stags, birds, wolves.  So she was lying?  They don’t exist?  No, my dreams are different.  Mine are true.  I dreamt of my father dying.  And Rickon had the same dream.” — Bran Stark

“We have to help them.  If we can’t protect our own bannermen, why should they protect us?  Go, Ser Rodrik.  Take the men you need.” — Bran Stark

“So, what does it mean?  I did ask him.  He’d never heard of a three-eyed raven.  You’re lying.  You know what it means.  You didn’t give me an honest answer.  Well, it’s not far off.  I dreamt the sea came to Winterfell.  I saw waves crashing against the gates.  And the water came flowing over the walls… flooded the castle.  Drowned men were floating here in the yard.  Ser Rodrik was one of them.  I know.  It’s just a stupid dream.  Osha.  The three-eyed raven, what do they say about it north of the wall?” — Bran Stark

“Theon?  Why?  You went with Robb.  I don’t know.  Why?  I won’t.  I won’t.  I’ll never yield.  We’ll fight you and throw you out.  Theon.  Did you hate us the whole time?  I’ve yielded Winterfell to Theon.  I’ve yielded Winterfell to Prince Theon.  Farlen, you be silent.  All of you should do as he commands.  Why?  No!  You should no harm would come to them if I yielded.  No!  No!  Theon!  Ser Rodrik!  I”m begging you!  Stop!  Stop right now!  Please stop this.  Please stop him.  You said no harm would come!  You said no harm would come.  Theon, please.  I’ll do anything.  Please!” — Bran Stark

“Why not?  It’s all right, Hodor.  No, it was the three-eyed raven.  He’s back.  I tried to kill it, but I couldn’t.  But you asked.  I didn’t ask for black magic dreams.  No one even knows we’re alive.  No.” — Bran Stark

“Where’s Rick and Hodor?  What’s out there?” — Bran Stark

“Only when I’m asleep.  It’s not just wolves.  Sometimes in my dreams there’s a– you’ve seen it?  Does it have anything to do with warging?  Seeing things that haven’t happened yet?  When my father died, I dreamt it.  You have the sight, too?  Your father is Howland Reed?  He saved my father’s life during the rebellion.  What else have you seen?” — Bran Stark

“The Gift, I think.  Brandon the Builder gave all this land south of the wall to the Night’s Watch, for their sustenance and support.  Maester Luwin taught me that.  Wildlings.  Sorry.  But they come over the wall and raid, steal, carry off women.  I don’t see any–” — Bran Stark

“Don’t, Hodor.  Maybe we shouldn’t stay here.  There are lots of stories about this place.  Horrible stories.  So did I.  Once.  You ever heard about the Rat Cook?  Just a cook in the Night’s Watch.  He was angry at the king for something, I don’t remember.  When the king was visiting the Nightfort, the cook killed the king’s son, cooked him into a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms and bacon.  That night he served the pie to the king.  He liked the taste of his son so much, he asked for a second slice.  The Gods turned the cook into a giant white rat who could only eat his own young.  He’s been roaming the Nightfort ever since, devouring his own babies.  But no matter what he does, he’s always hungry.  It wasn’t for murder the Gods cursed the Rat Cook or for serving the king’s son in a pie.  He killed a guest beneath his roof.  That’s something the Gods can’t forgive.” — Bran Stark

“The thee-eyed raven says there’s a war coming.”” — Bran Stark


Tormund Giantsbane, HBO, Game of Thrones, Kristofer HivjuTormund Giantsbane



“I smell a crow.  What do we want with a baby crow.  That half-handed cunt killed friends of mine.  Friends twice your size.  Plenty of little men tried to put their swords through my heart.  And there’s plenty of little skeletons buried in the woods.  What’s your name, boy?  Your grace?  Did you hear that?  From now on, you’d better kneel every time I fart.  Don’t panic, boy.  This isn’t the damned Night’s Watch where we make you swear off girls.  Can’t believe this pup killed the Halfhand.” — Tormund Giantsbane

“Shouldn’t be long now.” — Tormund Giantsbane

“We’re finally going to war, old friend?  We’ll meet again.  Ah.” — Tormund Giantsbane

“Orell tells me there are crows patrolling on the wall.  Tell me what you know.  How many men remain in Castle Black?  I like you, boy.  But if you lie to me, I’ll pull your guts out through your throat.  We’ll find out soon enough.” — Tormund Giantsbane

“What’s one old man doing with eight horses?  And proper steel.  I hope so.  Killing crows in their castle is tough.  Killing them out here in the open, that’s what we do.  Spread out.  Surround the hut and move in.” — Tormund Giantsbane

“You trust me, Jon Snow?  We’re fools together now.  Lord of Bones.  Been a long time.  War.  We should gather the elders.  Find somewhere quiet to talk.  I’m not giving an order.  I don’t fight for the crows.  Gather the elders and let’s talk.” — Tormund Giantsbane

“Hey, hey.  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.  Hey, hey, hey.  Hey, none of you saw Mance die.  I did.  The southern king who broke our army, Stannis, wanted to burn him alive to send a message.  Jon Snow defied that cunt’s order.  His arrow was mercy.  What he did took courage.  And that’s what we need today.  The courage to make peace with men we’ve been killing for generations.” — Tormund Giantsbane

“He’s prettier than both my daughters, but he knows how to fight.  He’s young, but he knows how to lead.  He didn’t have to come to Hardhome.  He came because he needs us, and we need him.  This is the way.” — Tormund Giantsbane

“I’m not good at counting.  You know how long it took Mance to band them together?  20 fucking years.  They’re running out of food and there’s nothing to hunt.  They’ll come around.” — Tormund Giantsbane

“Ready your arrows.  Wait!  Wait!  If they get through, everyone dies.  Okay, okay!  Go!  Wun wun, to the sea.” — Tormund Giantsbane


Bronn, HBO, Game of Thrones, Jerome FlynnBronn, HBO, Game of Thrones, Jerome FlynnBronn


“Your first? You need a woman.  Nothing like a woman after a fight.” — Bronn

“Give me 10 good men and some climbing spikes.  I’ll impregnate the bitch.” — Bronn

“I’ll stand for the dwarf.” — Bronn

“No.  He did.” — Bronn

“Will you shut up?  There’s hill tribes all around here.  I should just take your food and leave you here.  Eh?  What would you do then?  You don’t think I’d do it, do you?  Fair enough.  But don’t go looking for me to bend the knee and ‘my lord’ you every time you take a shit.  I’m not your toady and I’m not your friend.  Tyrion.  Tyrion.  Tyrion.” — Bronn

“Drink.  There’s a Braavosi knife game I could teach you– not if you win.  This sounds like a boring game.  But my mother hit harder.  It was a woman.  She swung an axe at me.  Work.  The whole shit-stained world could drink off that one.  Our lord used to be married.  You hear lots of things playing dice with Lannister soldiers.  I’m guessing the lady and I can tell more unpleasant stories than your lordship.  For three chickens, I should hope so.  Well, I imagine that was the end of all that.  I would have killed the man that did that to me.” — Bronn

“You’re sleeping through the war.  They stole a night’s march on us.  They’re a mile north.  You don’t have a squire.  Stay low.  If you’re lucky, no one will notice you.  You’re a shit warrior.  You’re alive.  We wouldn’t be having this conversation if we didn’t.  Yeah, good.” — Bronn

“Can’t imagine why.” — Bronn

“If I could tell you how many crazy old men I’ve seen pushing carts around army camps making grand claims about jars full of pig shit… no offense meant.  To do what?  If you could get real soldiers to man the catapults, then maybe you’d hit your target one time in 10, but all the real soldiers are in the Riverlands with your father.  I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a battle, old man, but things can get a bit messy.  ‘Cause when we’re flinging things at Stannis, he’s flinging them right back at us.  Men die, men shit themselves, men run, which means pots falling, which means fire inside the walls, which means the poor cunts trying to defend the city end up burning it down.  Well, he’s not living anymore.  And all his pots of wildfire didn’t help him, did they?  Men win wars, not magic tricks.  This is a shit idea.” — Bronn

“I know what ‘in’ means.  Do you know how to use that?  I saw you kill a man with a shield.  You’ll be unstoppable with an axe.  Don’t get killed.  Oh, are we friends now?  Enhances it, really.  Been spending time with fancy folks.” — Bronn

“What if you took off that bit there.  Trouble is, I’ve never had much imagination.  I didn’t hear that.  Back away.  Keep backing away till you’re outside this establishment.  Then back away some more.  I will murder you, boy.” — Bronn

“Look at these two shining warriors.  Ser Taryn Mant and… Ser Whosit of Whocares.  Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.  Pod.  That’s exactly who I am.  And you’re a grub in fancy armor who’s better at beating little girls than fighting men.  Now, I have an appointment with Lord Tyrion.  As much as I appreciate a walk in the sunshine, your lordship, I am wondering why you sent for me.  I’ve been doing that for a while now.  I grow poor protecting you.  Briefly.  And now my pockets are empty.  You’ve given me a taste for the finer things.  And if you want me to carry on protecting you, you’ll need to pay more.  We are.  But I’m a sellsword.  I sell my sword.  I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor.  Double.  I’m a knight now.  Knight’s are worth double.  Which means you can afford it.” — Bronn

“Tonight, then.  Looks like dull reading. It’s an opinion I share with some of the finest men I know.  Unless lord Twatbeard made up a bunch of numbers to hide what he’s really up to.  She’s not bad with second-timers either.  Pace yourself, lad.” — Bronn

“Let me guess.  He’s not a magician.  He’s stealing it?  What’s wrong with that?  Seeing as it’s his grandson’s ass on the throne, I imagine he’ll forgive that debt.  I’ve never borrowed money before.  I’m not clear on the rules.  And what if I don’t?  But what if I don’t?  The lad’s practically skipping.  He’s a squire.  You don’t pay him.  Maybe they’re trying to curry some favor with the new Master of Coin.  They were happy enough to take it when I gave it to them.  What did you tell them.  Of course they seemed to like it.  They’re paid to seem to like it.  What are you saying?  These ladies enjoyed him so much, they gave him the time for free?” — Bronn


Yara Greyjoy, HBO, Game of Thrones, Gemma WhelanYara Greyjoy

“I’m heading that way.  I can take you there.  Have you been at sea long?  Or were there just no women where you came from?  You don’t know what I’m like.  You think I offer free rides to every man in jewelry?  Lord Greyjoy?” — Yara Greyjoy

“Nine years?  Do you still know your way around a ship?  Have these hands ever touched a rope?  Your blood will be in the sea if I don’t watch here I’m going.  Is that an offer from my future king?  I don’t imagine it will be a story fit for children.” — Yara Greyjoy

“Anything with a cock is easy to fool.  So good to see you, brother.  This is a homecoming I’ll tell my grandchildren about.  You’re the one in skirts.  What’s dead may never die.” — Yara Greyjoy

“Are you angry with me, brother?  It’s not my fault you didn’t recognize me.  You were a fat little boy, too, but I recognized you.  I wanted to see who you were first.  And I did.  Father.  I’ve always wanted a castle.  The Sea Bitch.  We thought she’d be perfect for you.  Be careful of their nets.  They won’t even know we’re there until it’s too late.  You’d have our father bow down to your other family?  Don’t you?  Make your choice, Theon, and do it quickly.  Our ships sail with or without you.” — Yara Greyjoy

“Stop.  We yield.  Congratulations on your first command.  Oh, I’m not here for you.  I was on my way to Red Harbor.  I’ve got 30 ships.  There’s nowhere to put them here.  Too narrow.  That would never happen.  My crew would wait on deck for a year if I asked them to.  This lot, though… enjoy the Stoney Shore.” — Yara Greyjoy

“He’s your son.  He’s your son.  He’s my brother.  He’s a Greyjoy.  And I’ve made mine.  I’m going to pick the fastest ship on our fleet.  I’m going to choose the 50 best killers on the Iron Islands.  I’m going to sail up the Narrow Sea all the way to the Weeping Water.  I’m going to march on the Dreadfort.  I’m going to find my little brother and I’m going to bring him home.” — Yara Greyjoy

“What is dead may never die.  I’m going to find out who did this.  I’m going to feed them to the sharks while they live.  I swear it by the Salt Throne.  My father would have wanted me to rule.” — Yara Greyjoy


Davos Seaworth, HBO, Game of Thrones, Liam CunninghamDavos Seaworth


“You’ll have your gold when we take the treasury at King’s Landing.  Because you’re a smart gambler.  Stannis has proved himself in war twice.  His baby brother has never set foot on a battlefield.  Neither has the false king Joffrey.  Stannis has just begun the fight.  His bannermen will rally to his cause.  There’s no man in the Seven Kingdoms more honorable than Stannis Baratheon or more worthy of loyalty.  Matthos.  Of course you do.  Every time you leave harbor, you’re leaving on a promise– a promise that somewhere on the sea, somebody’s got some gold and you can take it from him.  As is mine.  You’re not a young man, Salladhor.  And correct me if I’m wrong–  most pirates don’t grow old.  You want to spend your last few years on the sea stealing from Pentoshi cheesmongers and Meereenese silk merchants?  Then go.  They’re out there waiting for you.  That’s easy.  What I’m offering you is hard.  Come with me and plunder the greatest city in Westeros.  You’ll be the richest man in Lys and the most famous.  They’ll be singing songs about you as long as men have choices to sing.  It is.  The queen?  Eh, he’s young yet.  I promise you the gold.  I promise you the glory.  I cannot promise you the queen.  He is the one true king.  Get me to the gates of King’s Landing and I will.” — Davos Seaworth

“Oh, you and your mother.  I wish I had a God, truly.  I’m not mocking you, but I’ve seen men pray to every god there is– pray for win, pray for rain, pray for home.  None of it works.  I wasn’t praying.  You want me to have a God?  Fine.  King Stannis is my God.  He raised me up and blessed me with his trust.  He gave you a future I never could have imagined.  You know how to read.  You’ll be a knight someday.  You think a fire god commanded all that?  It was Stannis, only Stannis.  Don’t tell him that.” — Davos Seaworth

“Your grace.  Salladhor Saan will join our fleet– 30 ships.  His men know how to fight.  It does seem the wiser choice.  Salladhor Saan is an old friend.  I’ve known him 30 years.  I’ve never trusted him, but once he gets the smell of gold, he never stops.  At once, your grace.  Come.” — Davos Seaworth

“Your grace.  Well, life’s been good since you hacked them off, your grace.  And it’s four less fingernails to clean.  Pardon?  It reminds me of where I come from and where I am now.  It reminds me of your justice.  It was an honest punishment and you were good with the cleaver.  A lesson I’ve tried to teach my son.  To me?  Gods, no.  But if your Red Woman told him to leap from the crow’s nest– I’ve lived within the law for 17– any shore, any night.  What am I bringing ashore?  I am true to your grace and always will be, but surely there are other ways, cleaner ways.” — Davos Seaworth

“Someone once told me the night is dark and full of terrors.  I’d say my parts are mixed, my lady– good and bad.  And which are you?  Well, that must be very nice for you.  I do.  Don’t talk about my wife.  Strange that this Lord of Light asks you to work in the shadows.  These weren’t here before.  They’ve barred the passage.  Gods protect us.” — Davos Seaworth

“Your grace.  I’m sorry about your brother, your grace.  I wanted to let you know that people grieve for him.  I need to speak to you about what I saw in that cave.  Your grace, I– and I’ve never known you to hide from the truth.  I’ve come to tell you that what I saw– nothing is worth what this will cost you, not even the Iron– when do we sail for King’s Landing?  And will you bring Lady Melisandre with you?  If you take King’s Landing with her by your side, the victory will be hers.  Loyal service means telling hard truths.  She’s a foreigner preahing her foreign religion.  Some believe she whispers orders in your ear and you obey.  You won those bannermen from Renly.  Don’t lose them to her.  Your grace, I’m honored, but my time on the sea was spent evading ships, not attacking them.  The other lords won’t be happy.” — Davos Seaworth

“I spent most of my life dodging the royal fleet.  And now I’m sailing right at them.  Of course there are several royal fleets at the moment.  Gods be good.  But not over them?  Well, first we have to put it there.  Those walls have never been breached.  And the men guarding the walls, when they see you, they don’t see a liberator.  They see a stranger come to set their city on fire.” — Davos Seaworth

“Here!  Here.  Help me.  I was in the battle at Blackwater.  I was a captain and a knight.  The one true king of Westeros– Stannis Baratheon.  No, the wildfire took him, I saw it.  If I was a good father, he’d still be here.  Stannis lives?  Will you take me there?  This war is not over.  We’re both sworn to King Stannis.  Stannis never gives up.  Never.  Now he will regroup– what?  Take me back there, please.  Maybe not, but I could carve her heart out.  You call me friend.  You drank with me on my wedding day.  I have to stop her.  Please, do this for me.” — Davos Seaworth

“Your grace.  Not yet.  I had hoped to speak to you alone, your grace.  Your grace, you are the rightful king.  Not only by blood.  You’re an honorable man, a just man.  And there is still a war to fight.  By burning prisoners alive?  I do not judge people for the Gods they worship.  If I did, I’d have thrown you in the sea before you ever set foot on Dragonstone.  You are my enemy.  This woman is evil.  She’s the mother of demons.  Your grace!  She will destroy us all.  Your grace!” — Davos Seaworth

“‘Visenya Targaryen rode Vhagar, the smallest of the dragons, though still… large enog– enough– enough to swallow a horse whole.’  Your grace.  Two meals a day.  Cold for breakfast, hot for supper.  I cannot complain. Well, it’s sad to say, but I’ve seen worse.  I didn’t know she’d been gone.  Why?  She’s going to kill him.  Forgive me, your grace, I’m not a learned mad, but is there a difference between kill and sacrifice.  The boy is your nephew.  Because he has your blood in his veins.  Renly wronged you.  Renly declared himself king when the throne belonged to you.  He raised an army, stole your bannermen.  This boy has done you no harm.  He’s an innocent.  Your grace, why did you come to see me today?  I swear it.  I can’t swear never to speak against her.  Quite little, your grace.  Verging on none.  You could have freed me yesterday or tomorrow, but you came to me now before this boy is put to the knife because you knew I’d counsel restraint.  You came to hear me say it because you believe it yourself.  You’re not a man who slaughters innocents for gain or glory.  When my son was five he said to me, ‘I don’t ever want to die.’  I wanted to say to him, ‘you won’t, child.  You won’t ever.’  I hated the idea of him lying awake in the dark, afraid.  I think mothers and fathers make up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.” — Davos Seaworth

“How are you keeping?  It was just a bit of blood.  I’m not a highborn.  A recent state of affairs.  I was born in Flea Bottom just like you.  I lived below the Street of Flour.  The shit that poured from their privy pipes flowed down the side of Aegon’s Hill along Tanner’s Row and right in front of my front door on Gin Alley.  The Street of Steel with your armor and your knights?  Pfft.  You lived in the fancy part of town.  And here we are now.  Two boys from Flea Bottom in the castle of a king.  If you mistrust fancy people so much, why were you in such a hurry to trust her?  She does know her way around a man’s head, I’ll give her that.  Oh, that’s a long story.  Many years ago I helped King Stannis out of a difficult situation.  He rewarded me with a lordship.  And this. I didn’t want to be a lord.  I nearly didn’t accept.  I did it for my son.  I didn’t want him to step over a river of shit every time he stepped through his front door.  I wanted him to have a better life.  He’s dead.  Following me.” — Davos Seaworth

“‘To his grace King Stannis Baratheon.  Invaded– inv– invit– invited to the name day celebration for Rylene Florent on the first nigit–‘ ‘first night of the full moon.’  Why is there a G in night?  Well, your father’s not going to go to that.  I’ve been trying to stay out of those dungeons my whole life.  Aye, old Balerion’s definitely better than anything your cousin Rylene’s got on offer.  But not that I’m your father’s Hand again, I have to keep him informed.  The king does not have time for this drudgery.  ‘To al the lords and knobble men of Westeros.’  ‘Noblemen of Westeros. the Nigh– the Night’s Watch.. implores…’  Stay here.  Bar the door.” — Davos Seaworth

“And you take credit because you dropped a leech into the fire?  Your grace, the world has got so far bent.  I’ve seen things crawl out of nightmares, but my eyes were open.  I don’t know if Robb Stark died because of the Red Woman’s sorcery or because at war men die all the time, but I do know that uniting the Seven Kingdoms with blood magic is wrong.  And you are not an evil man.  Aegon Targaryen.  On the back of his dragon Balerion the Dread.  You do not need to burn the boy.  If what you say is true, a drop of his blood killed Robb Stark– his name is Gendry.  He’s a good lad.  A poor lad from Flea Bottom who happens to be your nephew.  Everything.” — Davos Seaworth

“You’re leaving.  Yes, but not on you.  Aim for that star.  Don’t stop.  That’s bread and water.  Go slow with it.  If you finish it off, no matter how thirsty you get, don’t drink seawater.  Row for a full day and night and you’ll reach Rook’s Nest.  You’ll want to stop there.  Dont.  She’ll find you.  You must keep the coast on your left side until you reach King’s Landing.  They’ve been looking for me for 20 years.  Do they know your face?  I’d worry more about the Red Woman.  The other way.  You ever been in a boat before?  You know how to swim?  Don’t fall out.  Go on.  Because it’s right.  And because I’m a slow learner.  When you get to Flea Bottom, have a bowl of brown for me.” — Davos Seaworth

“No.  I let him go.  Aye.  I do.  There has got to be another way.  I don’t know, your grace.  I can’t see the future in the fire.  I understand.  But since you haven’t yet unnamed me Hand of the King, it is my duty to advise you against it.  You’re gonna need me.  It’s from Maester Aemon of the Night’s Watch.  Their Lord Commander is dead.  Took a ranging party north and never made it back.  One lad did, though.  What he saw, beyond the wall– it’s coming for all of us.  Matthos taught me before he died so I could be of better service to you.  You can’t stop him alone.  You need someone to rebuild your army for you, someone to convince this lord and that lord to fight for you, to bring sellswords and pirates to your side.” — Davos Seaworth


Sandor Clegane, HBO, Game of Thrones, Rory McCannSandor Clegane


“Rough night, then?  I didn’t pick you for a hunter.  It’s not hunting if you pay for it.” — Sandor Clegane

“The prince will remember that, little lord.” — Sandor Clegane

“Do I frighten you so much, girl?  Or is it him there making you shake?  He frightens me too.  Look at that face.  He hasn’t been very talkative these last 20 years.  Since the Mad King had his tongue ripped out with hot pincers.” — Sandor Clegane

“He ran… not very fast.” — Sandor Clegane

“Leave him be!” — Sandor Clegane

“Who do you think sent me?” — Sandor Clegane

“Do as you’re bid, child.  Save yourself some pain, girl.  Give him what he wants.  You’ll be needing that again.” — Sandor Clegane

“You’re all right now, little bird.  You’re all right.  The little bird’s bleeding.  Someone take her back to her cage, see to that cut.  I didn’t do it for you.” — Sandor Clegane

“Brave?  A dog doesn’t need courage to chase off rats.  No.  It gives my joy to kill people.  Spare me.  You can’t tell me lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell never killed a man.  Is that what he told you?  He lied.  Killing is the sweetest thing there is.  You’ll be glad of the hateful things I do someday when you’re queen and I’m all that stands between you and your beloved king.” — Sandor Clegane

“Let’s go, Stannis is sending us fresh meat.  You, too.  Any of these flaming fucking arrows come near me, I’ll strangle you with your own guts.” — Sandor Clegane

“Any man dies with a clean sword, I’ll rape his fucking corpse!” — Sandor Clegane

“Someone bring me a drink.  Fuck the water.  Bring me wine.  Eat shit, dwarf.  I lost half my men.  The Blackwater’s on fire.  Fuck the kingsguard.  Fuck the city.  Fuck the king.” — Sandor Clegane

“Thoros.  The fuck you doing here?  Girl.  What in seven hells are you doing with the Stark bitch?” — Sandor Clegane

“You think you’re good with that bow, you little twat?  A coward’s weapon.  I like to fight up close.  I like to see a man’s face when I put the steel in him.  Looks like every other shit inn on the road.” — Sandor Clegane

“You look like a bunch of swineherds.  You’re still swineherds and tanners and masons.  You think carrying a crooked spear makes you a soldier?  Beric Dondarrion?  You’ve seen better days.  Stark deserters.  Baratheon deserters.  You lot aren’t fighting in a war.  You’re running from it.  Untie these ropes and we’ll find out.  What are you doing leading a mob of peasants?  Ned Stark is dead.  King Robert is dead.  My brother’s alive.  You’re fighting for ghosts.  You found God?  Is that it?  If you mean to murder me, then bloody well get on with it.  I wasn’t at the Mummer’s Ford.  Dump your dead children at some other door.  Do you take me for my brother?  Is being born Clegane a crime?  I never touched the Targaryen babes.  I never saw them, never smelled them, never heard them bawling.  You want to cut my throat, get on with it!  But don’t call me murderer and pretend that you’re not.  Aye, he was a bleeder.  I was Joffrey’s sworn shield.  The boy attacked the prince.  Then I should have killed you.  Not my place to question princes.  So, who will it be?  Should we find out if your fire god really loves you, priest?  Or you, archer?  What are you worth with a sword in your hand?  Or is the little girl the bravest one here?” — Sandor Clegane

“Looks like their fire god likes me more than your butcher’s boy.” — Sandor Clegane

“I want my gold!  Piss on that.  You’re nothing but thieves.  Come try it, archer.  I’ll shove those arrows up your ass.” — Sandor Clegane

“Kick all you like wolf-girl.  It won’t do you no good.” — Sandor Clegane

“The Blackwater?  Where do you think I’m taking you?  Fuck Joffrey.  Fuck the queen.  That’s the Red Fork.  I’m taking you to the Twins.  Because your mother and brother will be there and they’ll pay me for you.  Those outlaws you love so much never told you?  The whole countryside is yapping about it.  Your uncle is marrying one of the fray girls.  So quit trying to bash my skull in and we might just make it there in time for the wedding.” — Sandor Clegane

“Remember what happens to children who run.  I’m your father and I’ll do the talking.  Need a hand?  Dead rats don’t squeak.  More than anyone you know.  That so?  That him?  Good.  You’re very kind.  Someday it’ll get you killed.” — Sandor Clegane

“Best part of the animal.  Don’t worry.  They’re still there.  You check every five minutes like you’re afraid they’re gonna move.  Of course you are.  You’re almost there and you’re afraid you won’t make it.  The closer you get, the worse the fear gets.  No point in trying to hide behind that face.  I know fear when I see it.  Seen it a lot.” — Sandor Clegane

“It’s too late.” — Sandor Clegane

“Where did you get the knife?  Is that the first man you’ve killed?  Next time your going to do something like that, tell me first.” — Sandor Clegane

Missandei, HBO, Game of Thrones, Nathalie EmmanuelMissandei

“The Unsullied have stood here for a day and a night with no food or water.  They will stand until they drop.  Such is their obedience.  The Westerosi woman is pleased with them, but speaks no praise to keep the price down.  She wishes to know how they are trained.  They begin their training at five.  Every day they drill from dawn to dusk until they have master the shortsword, the shield, and the three spears.  Only one boy in four survives this rigorous training.  Their discipline and loyalty are absolute.  They fear nothing.  The knight says even brave men fear death.  Truly, master?  My master says the Unsullied are not men.  Death means nothing to them.  He begs you attend to this carefully, your grace.  My master points out that men don’t need nipples.  To win his shield, an Unsullied must go to the slave marts with a silver mark find a newborn and kill it before its mother’s eyes.  This way, my master says, we make certain there is no weakness left in them.  She is offended.  She asks if you pay a silver coin to the mother, for her dead baby.  My master would like you to know that the silver is paid to the baby’s owner, not the mother.  8,000.  Master Kraznys asks that you please hurry.  Many other buyers are interested.” — Missandei

“All?  Did this one’s ears mishear, your grace?  She wants to buy them all.  There are 8,00 unsullied in Astapor.  Is this what you mean by all?  Master Greizhen says they cannot sell half-trained boys.  If they fail on the battlefield, they will bring shame upon all of Astapor.  Master Kraznys says you cannot afford this.  Your ship will buy you 100 unsullied.  Because Master Kraznys is generous.  The gold you have left is worth 10.  But good Master Kraznys will give you 20.  The Dothraki you have with you– the Dothraki you have are not worth what they cost to feed, but Master Kraznys will give you three unsullied for all of them.  Master Kraznys asks how you propose to pay for the remaining 7,877 unsullied.  This one’s name is Missandei, your grace.  No, your grace.  No family living.  Yes, your grace.  Lying is great offense.  Many of those on the walk of punishment were taken there for less.  There are no masters in the grave, your grace.  All questions have been taken from them.  They obey.  That is all.  Once they are yours, they are yours.  They will fall on their swords if you command it.  Valar morghulis.” — Missandei

“Yes, your grace.  It only took your grace a year to learn Dothraki reasonably well.  Dothraki is difficult for the mouth to master.  So guttural and harsh.  Athjahakar.  Ath-ja-hakar.  Your High Valyrian is very good, your grace.  The Gods could not devise a more perfect tongue.  It is the only proper language for poetry.” — Missandei

“It is old Ghiscari, Khaleesi.  It means ‘mother.'” — Missandei

“Our queen tried to make peace with the Masters and they tried to murder her.  How many days were you a slave?  Not long enough to understand.” — Missandei




68th Emmy Awards Best Drama

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