Game of Thrones

Burn them all!

Where's my sister?

Burn them all!

Please.

Burn them. Burn them all!

Burn them all!

Meera.

They found us.

I'm so sorry.

Come with me, now.

The dead don't rest.

It's so green.

Oh, yes.

Once you get south of the Riverlands, very different sorts of trees start to take over.

Maple, elm, beech, poplar.

The odd willow.

And, of course, now that summer's over,

you'll start seeing the autumn colors coming in.

Still, you'll find more green here than anywhere else.

You're nervous. You're a nervous talker.

That's not any better, being a nervous mute.

I didn't think I'd ever come back here,

after my father made me renounce my title and inheritance

and, well, threatened to kill me if I didn't.

A person just doesn't feel welcome at that point.

And I certainly didn't expect to be introducing him to my family.

So you know what to tell them.

That little Sam is your baby.

Yes, now that's very important.

If he thinks that little Sam is his grandchild, he'll take you in.

He'll get an education. He'll learn to read.

And you can help teach him. Huh?

What did you tell your family about me?

I told them I met you in the North.

Did you tell them how far north?

Well, it wasn't a very large piece of parchment.

You didn't tell them where I'm really from?

You didn't tell them I'm a wildling?

The thing is...

My father doesn't like wildlings.

He hoped I'd make a man of myself by "killing some bloody wildlings,"

so it's probably a good subject to avoid if at all possible.

I think we're here.

Sam.

Oh, Sam.

Oh, hello, Mother.

I never thought I'd see you again.

- You look wonderful. - Oh.

Talla?

Gods, you're a woman now.

Father says I have to marry Symun Fossoway.

- He has yellow teeth... - That's enough, Talla.

Oh, um...

Mother, this is Gilly.

Oh, my-

You are lovely.

I am happy to know you, Lady Tarly.

Oh, and...

And this,

this is our son Samwell.

Hello, little one.

It's me, your grandmother.

May I hold him?

Yes, of course.

Oh...

You have a curious mind, I can tell.

You'll be a scholar like your father.

Where is Father? And Dickon?

They're on a hunt.

They'll join us for dinner.

Come inside. Such a journey.

You must be exhausted.

Come, you'll be wanting a bath after all that travel.

And a dress for dinner.

You can wear one of mine.

What's your color?

Midnight blue or silver?

Silver, maybe. Come.

You can choose one in my bedroom if you want.

Is there no other way?

You're afraid for her?

Of course I'm afraid for her!

It just seems very dangerous.

She'll be protected the entire way.

The Faith Militant are very stern with those who overstep their bounds.

And Queen Margaery isn't your mother.

I suspect the gods will predispose the common people

to gentleness on her behalf.

She's truly opened her heart to them.

She's always been very devoted to the poor and the unfortunate.

And now she's devoted to the gods as well.

Would you like to see her?

Have they hurt you?

Have they mistreated you?

- No, Your Grace. - I've missed you.

More than you could know.

We'll be together again soon,

and everything will be better than it was before.

Better how?

Soon the...

Walk of atonement.

He says there's no other way.

Have you spoken to him at all, the High Sparrow?

Yes, a few times.

- Have you? - Yes, I have.

He's not quite what we thought he was, is he?

You think I'm mad. I sound mad.

No. No, you don't.

You could never.

You're right, he's not.

He's a lot more...

He is.

There's something about him.

His way of looking at the world.

It's not an easy thing, admitting to yourself what you really are.

It's taken me a while.

He's helped me.

What are you talking about?

You're a good person.

You've always been a good person.

You're the best person I know.

I was just telling him about your devotion to the poor.

Ah, yes, I visited their hovels,

and I fed them soup, and I made sure I was seen doing it.

I never gave them what they really needed, though.

I've had lots of time to think about how good I was at seeming good.

All those stories I told myself about who I was and why I did the things I did.

There were so many lies in those stories.

I don't understand.

It's all right. It really is.

It's such a relief to let go of those lies.

What about Loras?

I love my brother.

I will always love my brother.

His soul is pure and perfect.

His sins don't erase that purity, they only obscure it.

He just needs to atone for them.

We all do.

Sooner or later, one way or another.

The gods have a plan for us all.

It's hard to walk in this.

It's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

This venison, it's very tasty.

Is it from today's hunt?

Well, no. We haven't been able to cure that one yet.

This is last week's.

Oh, uh...

Of course. Sorry.

Long journey.

Brought it down from 70 yards.

One shot.

Oh! That's a fair distance.

So do you do much hunting up at the Wall?

Oh, yes. Yes.

A good amount.

North of the Wall, you don't hunt, you don't eat.

Mostly deer, or is it elk as well?

Rabbits.

Sometimes squirrels.

I say "we," it's my friend Jon mostly.

Sometimes Edd.

And Gilly.

She's quite a good hunter as well.

Huntress.

I imagine it's common where you're from.

We once met a man, Lord Umber from Last Hearth, wasn't it, Randyll?

Who said he taught all his daughters how to hunt.

Your father taught you to hunt?

Our father would never teach us.

I think our father could learn a thing or two from your father.

That's enough of that.

Samwell, would you care for more bread?

Oh, um...

Yes. Yes, please. Thank you, Mother.

Not fat enough already?

I traveled south under orders from the Lord Commander.

- He wants me to... - I read your letter.

You're to be a maester.

Yes.

And once I have my chain, I'll return to Castle Black.

I thought the Night's Watch might make a man of you.

Something resembling a man at least.

You managed to stay soft and fat.

Your nose buried in books.

Spending your life reading about the achievements of better men.

I'll wager you still can't sit a horse or wield a sword.

Randyll, to be Maester of the Night's Watch is a great honor.

He can wield a sword.

He killed a Thenn.

He killed a White Walker.

There's no such thing.

I saw it with my own eyes on our way down to Castle Black.

He drove a dagger into the Walker's heart.

He risked his own life to save mine more than once.

He's a greater warrior than either of you will ever be.

Your way down to Castle Black?

Where did he kill a White Walker?

Where are you from?

How'd you come to meet my son?