Game of Thrones

You need to drink, child.

And eat.

Isn't there anything else?

The Dothraki have two things in abundance - grass and horses.

People can't live on grass.

In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai,

they say there are fields of ghost grass

with stalks as pale as milk that glow in the night.

It murders all other grass.

The Dothraki believe that one day

it will cover everything - that's the way the world will end.

It'll get easier.

Khaleesi!

Your hands.

We're still not far from Pentos, Your Grace.

Master Illyrio has extended his hospitality.

You'd be more comfortable there.

I have no interest in hospitality or comfort.

I'll stay with Drogo until he fulfills his end of the bargain and I have my crown.

As you wish, Your Grace.

Well, Mormont, as brutish as this life is,

I suppose it is preferable to beheading.

What did Ned Stark want you for?

Buying from a slaver?

Selling to one.

Some poachers I caught on my land.

Under my reign, you won't be punished for such nonsense.

You can rest assured of that.

Better-looking bitches than you're used to, Uncle.

My mother's been looking for you.

We ride for King's Landing today.

Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark

and offer your sympathies.

What good will my sympathies do them?

None. But it is expected of you.

Your absence has already been noted.

The boy means nothing to me.

And I can't stand the wailing of women.

One word and I'll hit you again.

I'm telling Mother!

Go! Tell her.

But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark

and you will fall on your knees in front of them

and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service,

and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand?

You can't...

Do you understand?

The Prince will remember that, little lord.

I hope so.

If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him.

Ah. Time for breakfast.

Bread. And two of those little fish.

And a mug of dark beer to wash it down.

And bacon, burnt black.

Hyah.

- Little brother. - Beloved siblings.

Is Bran going to die?

Apparently not.

- What do you mean? - The maester says the boy may live.

It's no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain.

Only the gods know for certain.

All the rest of us can do is pray.

The charms of the North seem entirely lost on you.

I still can't believe you're going.

It's ridiculous, even for you.

Where's your sense of wonder?

The greatest structure ever built, the intrepid men of the Night's Watch,

the wintry abode of the white walkers.

Tell me you're not thinking of taking the black.

And go celibate? The whores would go begging

from Dome to Casterly Rock.

No, I just want to stand on top of the Wall

and piss off the edge of the world.

The children don't need to hear your filth.

Come.

Even if the boy lives, he'll be a cripple, a grotesque.

Give me a good, clean death any day.

Speaking for the grotesques, I'd have to disagree.

Death is so final, whereas life...

ah, life is full of possibilities.

I hope the boy does wake. I'd be very interested to hear what he has to say.

My dear brother,

there are times you make me wonder whose side you're on.

My dear brother, you wound me.

You know how much I love my family.

Please.

Oh, I would have dressed, Your Grace.

This is your home. I'm your guest.

Handsome one, isn't he?

I lost my first boy, a little black-haired beauty.

He was a fighter too -

tried to beat the fever that took him.

Forgive me.

It's the last thing you need to hear right now.

I never knew.

It was years ago.

Robert was crazed, beat his hands bloody on the wall,

all the things men do to show you how much they care.

The boy looked just like him.

Such a little thing.

A bird without feathers.

They came to take his body away

and Robert held me. I screamed and I battled, but he held me.

That little bundle.

They took him away and I never saw him again.

Never have visited the crypt, never.

I pray to the Mother every morning and night

that she return your child to you.

I am grateful.

Perhaps this time she'll listen.

A sword for the Wall?

- I already have one. - Good man.

- Have you swung it yet? - Of course I have.

At someone, I mean.

It's a strange thing, the first time you cut a man.

You realize we're nothing but sacks of meat and blood,

and some bone to keep it all standing.

Let me thank you ahead of time

for guarding us all from the perils beyond the Wall -

wildlings and white walkers and whatnot.

We're grateful to have good, strong men like you protecting us.

We've guarded the Kingdoms for 8,000 years.

Is it "we" already?

Have you taken your vows, then?

Soon enough.

Give my regards to the Night's Watch.

I'm sure it will be thrilling to serve in such an elite force. And if not...

it's only for life.

Thank you, Nymeria.

Septa Mordane says I have to do it again.

My things weren't properly folded, she says.

Who cares how they're folded? They're going to get all messed up anyway.

It's good you've got help.

Watch.

Nymeria, gloves.

- Impressive. - Shut up.

Nymeria, gloves!

I have something for you.

And it has to be packed very carefully.

A present?

Close the door.

This is no toy.

Be careful you don't cut yourself.

- It's so skinny. - So are you.

I had the blacksmith make it for you special.

It won't hack a man's head off,

but it can poke him full of holes if you're quick enough.

- I can be quick. - You'll have to work at it every day.

How does it feel?

Do you like the balance?

I think so.

First lesson - stick them with the pointy end.

I know which end to use.

I'm going to miss you.

Careful.

All the best swords have names, you know.

Sansa can keep her sewing needles.

I've got a needle of my own.

I came to say goodbye to Bran.

You've said it.

I wish I could be here when you wake up.

I'm going north with Uncle Benjen.

I'm taking the black.

I know we always talked about seeing the Wall together,

but you'll be able to come visit me at Castle Black when you're better.

I'll know my way around by then.

I'll be a sworn brother of the Night's Watch.

We can go out walking beyond the Wall, if you're not afraid.

I want you...

to leave.

17 years ago

you rode off with Robert Baratheon.

You came back a year later with another woman's son.

And now you're leaving again.

I have no choice.

That's what men always say when honor calls.

That's what you tell your families, tell yourselves.

You do have a choice.

And you've made it.

Cat...

I can't do it, Ned.

I really can't.

You can.

You must.

You've said goodbye to Bran?

He's not going to die. I know it.

You Starks are hard to kill.

My mother?

- She was very kind. - Good.

Next time I see you, you'll be all in black.

It was always my color.

Farewell, Snow.

And you, 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.

Is my mother alive?

Does she know about me? Where I am, where I'm going?