Do you think I'm plump? Listen, Benjen.may I call you Benjen? They die in pain, and they do it so plump little lords like you can enjoy their summer afternoons in peace and comfort. Might be a wildling's axe that gets them, might be sickness, might just be the cold. Something to think about while you're drinking your wine down there, enjoying the brothels half the boys you've seen training will die north of the Wall. I hope we've provided some good stories for you to tell when you're back in King's Landing. You don't have enough men to be an army, and aside from Yoren here, none of you are particularly funny. The Night's Watch is a joke to you, is it?! Is that what we are, Lannister? An army of jesters in black?! They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds. So is this the sort of story that you like? In that darkness the white walkers came for the first time. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts, and women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. That is the time for fear, my little lord when the white walkers move through the woods. Fear is for the the long nights when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. I could tell you about Sir Duncan the Tall those were always your favorites. I know a story about a boy who hated stories. When serving was safe.ĭon't listen to it. Tell me, if I'd stabbed the Mad King in the belly instead of the back, would you admire me more? 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? And later, when I watched the Mad King die, I remembered him laughing as your father felt like justice. Five hundred men and this room was silent as a crypt.except for the screams, of course, and the Mad King laughing. All the great knights of the Seven Kingdoms, you think anyone said a word, lifted a finger? No, Lord Stark. They didn't deserve to die like that nobody deserves to die like that.įive hundred men just stood there and watched. I was standing right here when it happened. It must be strange for you, coming into this room. I don't know when, I don't know who we'll be fighting.but it's coming. He will not cross! And if by chance he does, we'll throw him back into the sea! If the Targaryen boy crosses with a Dothraki horde at his back, the scum will join him! There are still those in the Seven Kingdoms who call me 'Usurper'. This Khal Drogo, it's said he has a hundred thousand men in his horde-Įven a million Dothraki are no threat to the realm, as long as they remain on the other side of the Narrow Sea. I'll kill every Targaryen I get my hands on!īut you can't get your hands on this one, can you? What Rhaegar Targaryen did to your sister - the woman I loved. Oh, it's unspeakable to you? What her father did to your family - that was unspeakable. Soon enough, that child will spread her legs and start breeding. A good, sharp one and a bold man to wield it. What of it? Should we send her a wedding gift?Ī knife, perhaps. If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him.ĭaenerys Targaryen has wed some Dothraki horse lord. The Prince will remember that, little Lord. 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. Go, tell her! But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark. The boy means nothing to me, and I can't stand the wailing of women. Get back on your horse, I won't say it again.īefore you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies. Of course, they will behead you as a deserter, if I don't catch you first. Whatever did it to them could do it to us. You don't think he'll ask us how they died? Get back on your horse. I've never seen a thing like this in my life! I've never seen wildlings do a thing like this. What do you expect? They're savages one lot steals a goat from another lot and before you know it they're ripping each other to pieces.
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