Game of Thrones

That's it. Get it right to the top.

Steady. Steady.

Up she goes.

Hey, come on. Put your back into it.

Here you are, son.

- Oh, gentlemen, please. - To my right.

And you lot, come on. Come on, get it moving.

Come on, come on.

In all my days I've never seen a man swing an ax like that.

How many men did it take to cut you down?

Just one.

Whoa!

He must have been some kind of monster.

He was a woman.

I think some of the men are a bit afraid of you.

I'm used to it.

When I found you, I thought you'd been dead for days.

Well, you were stinking already, and you had bugs all over you

and bone was coming through right there.

I was gonna give you a proper burial, and then you coughed.

Ha! Nearly shit myself.

I reckoned you were gonna die

by the time I loaded you on the wagon, but you didn't.

Now, I reckoned you'd die a dozen more times over the next few days, but you didn't.

What kept you going?

Hate.

No, there's a reason you're still here.

Aye, there's a reason. I'm a big fucker and I'm tough to kill.

No, a reason.

Gods aren't done with you yet.

I've heard that before.

Man was talking about a different god, though.

Well, maybe he was right. I don't know much about the gods.

You're in the wrong line of work.

There's plenty of pious sons of bitches

who think they know the word of god or gods.

I don't. I don't even know their real names.

Maybe it is the Seven. Or maybe it's the Old Gods.

Or maybe it's the Lord of Light.

Or maybe they're all the same fucking thing.

I don't know.

What matters, I believe,

is that there's something greater than us.

And whatever it is, it's got plans for Sandor Clegane.

You didn't know me back in my time.

You don't know the things I've done.

I've heard stories.

If the gods are real,

why haven't they punished me?

They have.

Your Grace.

What are we reading today?

The Book of the Mother, Your Holiness.

Chapter three, verse 12.

Ah...

"As water rounds the stones, smoothing..."

"Smoothing what was jagged,

"so does a woman's love calm a man's brute nature.

"A wife salves her husband's wounds,

"a mother sings her son to sleep."

You learn quickly.

You know, there are some who know every verse of the sacred text,

but don't have a drop of the Mother's mercy in their blood,

and savages who can't read at all

who understand the Father's wisdom.

For years I pretended to love the poor, the afflicted.

I had pity for them, but I never loved them.

They disgusted me.

They are hard to love.

The poor disgust us because they are us,

shorn of our illusions.

They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes.

How we'd smell without perfume.

Can I ask you about a personal matter?

Of course.

The King mentioned that since your reunion you haven't joined him in the marriage bed.

No.

You have a duty, Your Grace.

To your husband, your king, your country,

to the gods themselves.

It's just...

The desires that once drove me no longer do.

Congress does not require desire on the woman's part,

only patience.

The King must have an heir

if we are to continue our good work.

Forgive me.

Sometimes the true path is hard to find.

Hard to find and harder still to walk upon.

But you've made great progress.

I only pray your grandmother follows your lead.

My grandmother?

Yes.

The Queen of Thorns is a remarkable woman, a strong woman,

and an unrepentant sinner.

You must teach her the new way

as she taught you the old.

Or I fear for her safety,

body and soul.

Does it move or talk?

I want to speak with you alone.

Septa Unella has been my true friend and counselor.

This is madness!

You're not in your sanctuary now, my dear.

All I have to do is whistle and my men will stroll in here and bash you about...

- Grandmother. -...until I tell them to stop.

If I tell them to stop.

- You could use a good bashing. - Grandmother, please.

What have they done to you?

You marched against the High Sparrow, against the Faith.

We marched for you.

The gods could have punished you and Father, but they didn't.

- They showed mercy. - And what about your brother?

What mercy did they show him?

Loras' only hope is to confess his crimes and repent.

If he does, the Faith will allow him to return to Highgarden.

He'll have to renounce his name and title...

- Have you lost your mind? -...and live his life as a penitent.

He is the heir to Highgarden, the future of House Tyrell.

He can begin again.

As a mindless fanatic.

As a free man.

You will leave for Highgarden today.

There is no law that says you must stay here.

I am the Queen.

It is my duty to serve my husband, the King.

But you should leave, Grandmother.

Your place is at home.

I will never leave you. Never.

You must.

Go home.

Find comfort in prayer and good works.

The Mother watches over us all.

I'll see you soon, my dear.

Seven blessings to you, Grandmother.

Shall we pray?

We said we'd fight with you, King Crow, when the time comes, and we meant it,

but this isn't what we agreed to.

These aren't White Walkers.

This isn't an army of the dead.

This isn't our fight.

If it weren't for him, none of us would be here.

All of you would be meat in the Night King's army.

And I'd be a pile of charred bones, just like Mance.

Remember Mance's camp?

It stretched all the way to the horizon.

And look at us now.

Look what's left of us.

And if we lose this, we're gone.

Dozens of tribes, hundreds of generations.

Be like we were never there at all.

We'll be the last of the free folk.

That's What'll happen to you if we lose.

The Boltons, the Karstarks, the Umbers,

they know you're here.

They know that more than half of you are women and children.

After they finish with me, they'll come for you.

You're right.

This isn't your fight.

You shouldn't have to come to Winterfell with me.

I shouldn't be asking you.

It's not the deal we made.

I need you with me if we're going to beat them,

and we need to beat them if you're going to survive.

The crows killed him because he spoke for the free folk

when no other Southerners would.

He died for us.

If we are not willing to do the same for him, we're cowards.

And if that's what we are,

we deserve to be the last of the free folk.

Snow.

Are you sure they'll come?

We're not clever like you Southerners.

When we say we'll do something, we do it.

I heard you were leaving King's Landing.

That is hardly your concern.

Your grandson is still a prisoner.

You'll leave him rotting in a cell?

Loras rots in a cell because of you.

The High Sparrow rules this city because of you.

Our two ancient houses face collapse

because of you and your stupidity.

You're right.

I made a terrible mistake. I carry it with me every single day.

Good.

I delivered an army of fanatics onto our doorstep.

And now we must fight them together.

We need each other.

I wonder if you're the worst person I've ever met.

At a certain age, it's hard to recall.

But the truly vile do stand out through the years.

Do you remember the way you smirked at me

when my grandson and granddaughter were dragged off to their cells?

I do. I'll never forget it.

You love your granddaughter.

I love my son.

It's the only truth I know.

We must defend them.

I'm leaving this wretched city as fast as I can,

before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells.