Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you might have had me there.

I prayed for my son Bran to survive his fall.

- You don't care. - 'Course we care.

- But you asked. - We've got plenty of worries.

And who told you that?

Do you hear me?

Grandmother! What will Sansa think of us?

half of whom want to massacre the other half

And Bran and Rickon have not been found.

- Were you pledged to Stannis? - Gods, no.

- Oh, Ros? The redhead? - How do you know her?

What do you say to that, Sansa?

Not as much as I like you, obviously,

Bit of a quandary for you.

Like drinking from a puddle.

And I couldn't keep my promise.

As to your fathead father...

Here's the thing, fat boy.

That's who the Mountain and them lot were looking for.

- Your sister sent me. - Yara?

or I could escape down the river.

And the bedside of a traitor?

kill something?

after he'd had far too much wine to drink,

My father would never let me before...

He didn't ask you to do something for him?

When I'm done talking,

My grandfather's a lord. He'll protect us.

We're not children.

no one enjoys the company of a humorless mute.

People have been serving me since I was born.

for a great beast of a woman.

The Thenns hate the Hornfoots.

Only a mother can make them.

Why don't you ask?

Of course I did.

or cross the great water.

Now that the Lannisters have discarded her

Skipping down the corridors in his embroidered silks.

You have the sight, too?

escape from Harrenhal?