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"You'll leave for the Eyrie as soon as possible and bring Lysa Arryn into the fold. Then the young wolf can add his own aunt to the list of people who have taken up arms against him."
"Far be it from me to hinder true love, but Lord Baelish's absence would present certain problems. The royal wedding may end up being the most expensive event in living memory. Summer has ended, and hard days lie ahead. Not a good time to leave the crown's finances unattended."
"There is a war, people are going hungry and all they care about is how lavish the wedding will be?" Sansa said in disgust.
"I think it's been proven that they hardly care about anyone but themselves" Arya muttered darkly.
Sansa turned to her new friend.
"Surely you'll say otherwise!"
"I'm certain we will" Margaery assured her with a smile.
"Fully agreed. Which is why I'm naming you the new Master of Coin."
"Me?!" Tyrion blinked in shock.
"It would appear to be a position that best suits your talents."
"What talents?! I'm a spender! Has the man gone senile?!"
"Personally, I think a big spender knows the value of money better than a stingy man who hordes it," Joanna said airily.
Tyrion gave his mother a look.
"Are you going senile now?"
Joanna rolled her eyes.
"You, who spends big, knows what is worth spending and what is not. Meaning, you understand value" Joanna said plainly. "Your father is testing you. He wants to see if you can manage the finances of the realm, so he may feel safe entrusting Casterly Rock to you."
"Father literally said he will not name me heir!"
"And now nobody knows where Jaime is. He might not have a choice."
Tyrion scoffed.
"How are you so sure?"
"Because I married that man and only I know him better than he knows himself. He's giving you a chance to prove your worth."
"Chance... Like I'm some mummer he scripts to perform" Tyrion looked away with a scowl.
[RIVERLANDS]
[The camp of the Brotherhood without Banners is bustling. GENDRY helps THOROS to put on his armor. ARYA STARK sits nearby, watching.]
"If I had a proper forge, I could make it good as new."
"You've made friends" Varys commented.
"I suppose" Gendry shrugged.
"Doesn't have to look pretty. It just has to keep the arrows out of my heart"
"Why are you helping him? He takes us prisoner and now he's our friend?"
"You're not our prisoner, little lady. No one's put any chains on you."
"So I can walk away, then?"
"These woods aren't safe for Ned Stark's daughter. You're lucky we found you."
[ARYA gets up and walks away, frustrated. ANGUY and some men lead the bound HOUND through the camp.]
"You think you're good with that bow, you little twat?"
"Better than anyone you've ever met."
"A coward's weapon. I like to fight up close. I like to see a man's face when I put the steel in him."
"Why? So you can kiss him?"
"You remember the last time you were here?"
"Looks like every other shit inn on the road."
Arya sobered up when she realized why she asked what she asked. Micah...
Ned leaned forward to look at his daughter, to make sure she was alright. He too understood where this place was.
[ANGUY places a hood over the HOUND's head and helps him into the wagon, and guides his hooded head to hit the top of the doorway. ARYA watches the wagon drive away while GENDRY packs up. HOT PIE enters, holding some bread.]
"What are you doing? We're about to leave."
"I'm staying."
"You're what?"
"I baked some brown bread for the innkeep and she said she never had better. Told Thoros she's keeping me as a payment for all the free meals she's given him."
"He's found a home" Jon said mildly, reaching and ruffling Arya's hair.
The girl pouted but did not remove the hand.
"Anyway, it's not me the Brotherhood wants. My brother ain't no king. I'm not a Stark of "Winterhell"."
"Winterfell."
"Well... I made you something."
[HOT PIE hands ARYA the bread that he baked. It is shaped like an animal of some sort.]
"What is it?"
"It's a wolf."
"That's... something" Robb commented, hissing when his aunt smacked him over the head.
"He's being nice, behave" she scolded him.
Robb huffed and looked away.
"Well, be safe."
"Yeah, you, too. Don't get stabbed."
"You don't burn your fingers."
[GENDRY pats HOT PIE's shoulder, grabs his pack, and exits.]
Gendry's face softened a little. Maybe he did make some friends.
"Goodbye, Hot Pie."
"Good-bye, Arry."
[ARYA walks away and joins a brother on a horse.]
[NORTH OF THE WALL]
[MANCE RAYDER, TORMUND GIANTSBANE, JON SNOW, YGRITTE, and ORELL walk through a winter storm. MANCE kneels down.]
"Always the artists."
[The view pans up to reveal a huge spiral of horse carcasses, dismembered and frozen in a horrific but almost beautiful.]
"The White Walkers did that?" Robb asked, both mesmerised and terrorized.
"Nobody else but them" Ned muttered.
"If they were not... whatever they are, they'd be good artists" Tyrion joked.
"Most would say they are artists because of it" Oberyn commente
"They know the value of a life and portray it far better than we have been doing."
"But why a spiral?" Daenerys asked.
"Must hold some value to them" Robb suggested.
"It's only horses. No men."
"You said there was dead crows."
"There was."
"How many men were here?"
"About three hundred."
"So now there are three hundred more of those revived dead puppets in the enemy army. This is unfair! They never die and if we die we become part of them!" Renly groaned.
"If it were fair, we wouldn't be here" Robert grunted. "We need to cut the head off."
"Fighting them on their lands is suicidal" Jon commented calmly. "A resistance at the wall would be the better idea. The wall would naturally repel them and would give us an advantage of being able to fight from the top of it."
"Another advantage would be to cut their numbers significantly" Doran pointed out. "And to do that..."
"We must get the wildlings on our side" Ned finished.
"Well... it's a bloody good thing we are sitting and watching them then" Robert grunted again. "Gives us a better understanding of them."
"You can't be serious" Renly argued.
"You look at those White Walkers and tell me you'd like more of them" Robert glared at his brother.
"But to bring the wildlings-"
"Is an extreme that we can consider later" Jon Arryn cut off the argument. "For now, we watch."
Renly scowled at the wall. He couldn't believe his brother would even entertain the thought! Those savages will tear the realm in half!
"We're all the same to them - meat for their army."
"Do you think anyone got away?"
"It's not impossible. You don't go far betting against Mormont. But dead or alive, he took a big gamble coming north. And he lost. His best fighting men are dead. And whether he's Lord Commander of the Night's Watch or a blue-eyed corpse, he's a long way from home. Tormund. Climb the Wall. Take Orell and twenty good men. And take this one. He knows Castle Black's defences better than any of us. And if he's useful, good. If not throw him off the Wall. See if crows can fly."
"They're going to climb that thing?!" Myrcella asked shocked. "They'll die if they fall!"
"Such is their resolve, young Lady. The Freefolk will stake their lives on their cause without a second thought" Jon explained.