[Daenerys on horseback looking at Drogo and his people.]
Jorah Mormont: You need to drink, child... And eat.
Daenerys Targaryen: Isn't there anything else?
Jorah Mormont: The Dothraki have two things in abundance: grass and horses. People can't live on grass. In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost grass with stalks as pale as milk that glow in the night. It murders all other grass. The Dothraki believe that one day it will cover everything. That's the way the world will end. It'll get easier.
"Ghost grass" Jon muttered softly under his breath.
"What about them?" Lyanna asked, having taken a seat between Sansa and Jon, with Arya on Jon's other side.
"Could it be snow? And the Dothraki think of it as some other kind of grass?" asked Jon, now loud enough for the rest to hear.
"No" Jorah Mormont spoke, "it is as I have said there. It is a kind of grass that grows as tall as a man on a horse."
"Could it be taller than the mountain that rides?" Bran asked, an excitable curiosity paying in his eyes and words.
"I do not know. But I suggest that it might be big enough or bigger than him" Jorah answered with a kind smile. On the other side, Elia gripped her brother's hand tightly at the mention of The Mountain. Oberyn gave a comforting squeeze back to his sister.
[Arriving at camp, Daenerys looks exhausted from riding.]
Doreah: Khaleesi!
Irri: Your hands.
Rhaegar pursed his lips at the sight of his sister's blistered palms and then at the sight of his brother. He was a spitting image of their father, every bit from his looks to his mannerisms and outbursts reminded Rhaegar of their father. And he wished somebody would deal with him soon. He shouldn't be wishing for that he knew, but he didn't want Westeros to have a second coming of their father riding in with any form of an army.
Jorah Mormont: We're still not far from Pentos, your Grace. Magister Illyrio has extended his hospitality. You'd be more comfortable there.
Viserys Targaryen: I have no interest in hospitality or comfort. I'll stay with Drogo until he fulfils his end of the bargain and I have my crown.
Jorah Mormont: As you wish, your Grace.
Viserys Targaryen: Well, Mormont, as brutish as this life is, I suppose it is preferable to beheading. What did Ned Stark want you for? Buying from a slaver?
Jorah Mormont: Selling to one... Some poachers I caught on my land.
Viserys Targaryen: Under my reign, you won't be punished for such nonsense. You can rest assured of that.
"Under your rule, there would be no Westeros to live peacefully in" Robert snarled, the rage in his eyes coming back on. He did not doubt that once the dragon spawn crossed the narrow sea, there would be blood and carnage everywhere. Especially with the Dothraki horde at his back.
[Joffrey finds Tyrion asleep in the dog's pen of Winterfell.]
Joffrey Baratheon: Better-looking bitches than you're used to, Uncle.
"That is the crown prince and my grandson?" Joanna spoke with disgust and venom. Disgust at how this boy was raised, venom at the fact that this boy was a spawn of incest, of her children. The mere thought made her want to vomit.
"He will not make a good king" Elia commented, her face impassive. "With that kind of a tongue on him, he wasn't raised properly at all. Spoiled and weak" she went on. She was a mother herself, she knew just how a child was raised by the manner he talked to the family.
Robert simply grumbled under his breath. He couldn't counter what Elia had said. Mostly because he knew that Cersei spoiled his oldest rotten.
Joffrey Baratheon: My mother's been looking for you. We ride for King's Landing today.
Tyrion Lannister: Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies.
Joffrey Baratheon: What good will my sympathies do them?
Tyrion Lannister: None. But it is expected of you. Your absence has already been noted.
Joffrey Baratheon: The boy means nothing to me. And I can't stand the wailing of women.
[Tyrion hits him across the face]
Many of the younger generations cheered at that. Even some of the older generation cracked a smile. Tyrion simply inhaled a glass of wine.
Tyrion Lannister: One word and I'll hit you again.
Joffrey Baratheon: I'm telling mother!
[Tyrion hits him again]
Tyrion Lannister: Go! Tell her. But first, you will get to Lord and Lady Stark and you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service, and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand?
Joffrey Baratheon: You can't...
[Tyrion hits him again]
"Tyrion seems the most like you, my love. Barring all the whoring and drinking he does. He's got a sharp mind and knows when to put his foot down" Joanna whispered to her husband, trying her best to make her husband see what he has been blind to most of their youngest's life.
Tywin merely gave Tyrion a slide glance and looked back to the screen.
Tyrion Lannister: Do you understand?
Sandor Clegane: The Prince will remember that, little lord.
Tyrion Lannister: I hope so. If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him. Time for breakfast...
"I like you, little man!" Tormund guffawed, slapping his knee not so gently.
"Er… thank you. I guess" Tyrion mumbled, a bit unsure of how to take the compliment.
[Tyrion walks from the courtyard to the dining hall where his family is eating breakfast.]
Tyrion Lannister: Bread. And two of those little fish. And a mug of dark beer to wash it down. And bacon, burnt black.
Jaime Lannister: Little brother.
Tyrion Lannister: Beloved siblings.
Myrcella Baratheon: Is Bran going to die?
Tyrion Lannister: Apparently not.
The Stark's looked up with shock. All through the night they had cried themselves and had resigned to the fact that they had lost Bran. They wanted to push forward and stop that from happening. But to learn Bran survived was an unexpected blessing.
Cersei Baratheon: What do you mean?
Tyrion Lannister: The Maester says the boy may live.
Cersei Baratheon: It's no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain.
"And a bigger mercy was fucking your brother and killing him for it huh?!" Theon of all people snarled, making his sister jump slightly in surprise.
"I'll drive her head through a spike for that" Robert grunted, the rage he felt for the Targaryens now shifting to his wife instead.
Tyrion Lannister: Only the gods know for certain. All the rest of us can do is pray. The charms of the north seem entirely lost on you.
Cersei Baratheon: I still can't believe you're going. It's ridiculous to even for you.
"Where are you going, my son?" Joanna asked, looking to her youngest, who had taken a seat on her right, Tywin her husband was on her left and Jaime after him.
"Probably the Wall" Tyrion answered, shifting in his seat slightly. He was not used to someone inquiring about his destinations like his mother was, free of judgement or teasing.
"Tell me you're not thinking of taking the black" Jaime spoke up for the first time since the viewing began.
"And go celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock!" Tyrion exclaimed then flinched from the slap on the back from his mother.
"Language Tyrion. There are children here" Joanna said sternly.
"Apologies mother" the imp mumbled, scowling at his snickering brother.
Tyrion Lannister: Where's your sense of wonder? The greatest structure ever built, the intrepid men of the Night's Watch, the wintry abode of the White Walkers.
The statement seemed to sober up the atmosphere of cheer that was building. The Tyrion on-screen meant it as a joke, but they knew that the White Walkers not only existed but that they were back.
Jaime Lannister: Tell me you're not thinking of taking the black.
Tyrion Lannister: And go celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock.
"Repeating yourself much, brother?" Jaime asked, an amused smirk on his lips.
"One should always repeat the words of a wise person. And also learn from them" Tyrion replied, an equally amused smirk on his lips. The answer made Jaime snort.
Tyrion Lannister: I just want to stand on top of the Wall and piss off the edge of the world.
Cersei Baratheon: The children don't need to hear your filth. Come.
Jaime Lannister: Even if the boy lives, he'll be a cripple, a grotesque. Give me a good clean death any day.
"That is not true at all" Lyanna spoke with fire in her tone. "Death is so final. Yet there's so much to life. There's so much you can do if you have the right mindset for it!" she argued.
"Couldn't have said it better myself" Tyrion mumbled, a soft smile on his lips.
Tyrion Lannister: Speaking for the grotesques, I'd have to disagree. Death is so final, whereas life... Life is full of possibilities. I hope the boy does wake. I'd be very interested to hear what he has to say.
"Did you know?" Tywin questioned his tone cold and clipped, fire burning in his green eyes.
"I did not. I suspected though" Tyrion said simply, meeting his father's gaze with ease. He was used to that look from the man.
"And you did not deign it appropriate to tell me?"
"I had no proof. And if I did, would you have believed me?" Tyrion countered. Father and son clashed with their gazes, neither of them backing down. Joanna looked worried and went to intervene, but both men looked away in unison, Tyrion with a scowl and Tywin with a barely visible disgruntled line.
Jaime Lannister: My dear brother, there are times you make me wonder whose side you're on.
Tyrion Lannister: My dear brother, you wound me. You know how much I love my family.
[In Bran's room with Catelyn at his bedside, Cersei coming to console.]
Cersei Baratheon: Please.
Catelyn Stark: I would have dressed, your Grace.
Cersei Baratheon: This is your home. I'm your guest. A handsome one, isn't he? I lost my first boy, a little black-haired beauty. He was a fighter too... Tried to beat the fever that took him.
Robert's face contorted into one of pain. He remembered his firstborn that never got to live to be a young man. His hand clenched into a fist and he bit the inside of his cheeks, trying to push the memory away.
Cersei Baratheon: Forgive me. It's the last thing you need to hear right now.
Catelyn Stark: I never knew.
Cersei Baratheon: It was years ago. Robert was crazed, beat his hands bloody on the wall, all the things men do to show you how much they care... The boy looked just like him. Such a little thing... A bird without feathers. They came to take his body away and Robert held me. I screamed and I battled, but he held me. That little bundle. They took him away and I never saw him again. Never have visited the crypt, never. I pray to the Mother every morning and night that she return your child to you.
Catelyn Stark: I am grateful.
Cersei Baratheon: Perhaps this time she'll listen.
"I'm not sure if she means it or it's another trick" Tyrion whispered to himself.