Put him down!

Out of the way!

- At what? - The sword! Show us the sword.

Watch out! Move!

Out! All of you!

tell your son to lay down his sword

so while Jaime hunted down the rapers I took her to the nearest inn and fed her.

- Or so Walder Frey would have you think. - Keep shooting them down.

and live out your days on the Wall with your brother and your bastard son.

She ran out onto the road, clothes half torn off, with two men on her heels.

- I don't know. Ginger cunt, three tents down. - And he didn't have anything to say about it?

- He cut down ten of our men. You saw him. - He's more use to us alive than dead.

you once loved a woman many years ago, but it turned out badly

The Hand of the King.

by the grace of all the gods,

What could I do when the ravens brought the news from the South...

Jaime had arranged the whole thing - the road, the rapers... all of it.

Me and the tribesmen on the front lines?

I don't care the way the game works.

and the children!