Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A crippled boy being pulled on a sledge by a simpleton?

How formal of you.

Volunteers only.

well, that was something my new friends wanted very badly.

Please don't. Ow!

I was to be given to some Targaryen or other.

Your Grace, may I have a word?

Not yet, anyway.

I know it was you.

You think Bran might have found...

Which is why we're having a trial.

Craster's last child. A boy.

She's offering a knighthood to whomever finds Sansa Stark.

Isn't that a bit odd?

You didn't mean it, then?

That's right! Dead! Dead! DEAD!

I'm Brandon Stark of Winterfell.

A lot of wildlings fight with a weapon in each hand.

And I remember who came after me and brought me home.

Very nice. Good.

Then perhaps it was your husband.

So, Your Grace...

with his twitchy little ferret's face

- He offered them. - To who?

We have orders. No one's to leave the castle.

Should I have told her to fuck off?

See? He's a good lad. You'll get along.

I wouldn't stand a chance.

Are you really asking if I'd kill my brother?

I don't think I am.

All right, then.

Missandei is teacher good, my queen.