— The rumors of your demise were unfounded.
— Sorry to disappoint you.
— Your brother wouId never have submitted to capture so meekly.
— We have our differences, Jaime and I. He's braver. I'm better-looking.
Watching is not seeing, dead girl. The seeing, the true seeing, that is the heart of swordplay.
— Are you afraid?
— I must be.
— Good.
— Why is that good?
— It means you're not stupid.
— What madness led you to tell the queen you had learned the truth about Joffrey's birth?
— The madness of mercy. That she might save her children.
— Ah, the chiIdren. lt's aIways the innocents who suffer. It wasn't the wine that killed Robert, nor the boar. The wine sIowed him down and the boar ripped him open, but it was your mercy
that kiIIed the king.
— Tell me something, Varys. Who do you truly serve?
— The realm, my lord. Someone must.
— Treason? Sansa wrote this?
— It is your sister's hand, but the queen's words. You are summoned to King's Landing to swear fealty to the new king.
— Joffrey puts my father in chains, now he wants his arse kissed?
— This is a royal command, my lord. If you should refuse to obey. . .
— I won't refuse. His Grace summons me to King's Landing, I'll go to King's Landing. But not alone. Call the banners.
— All of them, my lord? They've all sworn to defend my father, have they not?
— They have.
— Now we see what their words are worth.