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[RENLY'S CAMP, NIGHT]
[LITTLEFINGER stands by a fire, warming himself. SER LORAS TYRELL and QUEEN MARGAERY TYRELL approach. LORAS peels off into a nearby tent while MARGAERY walks past LITTLEFINGER. He follows her.]
"And that's the real reason that weasel is there" Olenna Tyrell chuckled. "If Renly doesn't work out, he'll steal away the South through other promises no doubt."
Renly looked miffed at the revelation.
[EXT. STORMLANDS, RENLY'S CAMP]
[CATELYN sits in her tent. LITTLEFINGER enters, and she rises.]
"How dare you?"
"You may have heard false reports."
"False reports" Catelyn scoffed.
"You betrayed Ned!"
"Betrayed? I wanted him to serve as Protector of the Realm. I begged him to seize the moment."
"I trusted you. My husband trusted you. And you repaid our faith with treachery."
"No, my lady."
"Get out!"
"Cat, I've I've loved you since I was a boy. It seems to me that fate has given us this chance"
Ned bristled in agitation.
[CATELYN draws a knife, threateningly. LITTLEFINGER pauses, thinking.]
Olenna Tyrell barked out a laugh.
"He really thought that would work?" Gendry turned to the Spider.
"Lord Baelish walks many paths, and not every path is so clean. But every path leads him to what he wishes for, in one way or the other" Varys answered, "he is a smart player."
"But a shit man."
"But a shit man" Varys chuckled.
"Have you lost your mind? Get out!"
"Do you want to see your girls again? Sansa, more beautiful than ever? And Arya, just as wild as ever? Both girls are healthy and safe. For now. But you know the Queen and you know Joffrey. I fear for their longevity if they remain in the capital."
[CATELYN ponders, then lowers the knife and places it down.]
"They don't have Arya" Lyanna muttered.
"That still wouldn't stop them from using her. Especially since the Northern armies don't know it" Rickard explained to his daughter.
"The Lannisters will trade your daughters for the Kingslayer."
"Of course they will. Jaime Lannister for two girls? Robb will never agree to those terms."
"I'm not bringing these terms to him. I'm bringing them to you."
"He means to use your emotions as a mother against you" Ned whispered to his wife.
"I don't think I am strong enough to not give into that, Ned" Catelyn muttered.
Ned reached around Sansa and gently rubbed his wife's shoulder.
Catelyn smiled at him for it.
[Two servants enter and place down something heavy. The servants bow and leave. CATELYN looks at LITTLEFINGER and her face goes ashen as she realizes what is in the chest before her.]
"What's this?"
[CATELYN kneels slowly over the chest and opens it. She looks down, sadly.]
"Your husband was an honourable man. He should rest beside his family in the crypts beneath Winterfell. You may not believe-"
"Get out."
[Speechless, LITTLEFINGER leaves. CATELYN begins to cry. She slams the chest closed.]
Ned's grip on his wife's shoulder tightened just a little and Catelyn gripped her husband's hand tightly.
[HARRENHAL, PRISONER ENCAMPMENT]
[ARYA sleeps on the cold, wet ground. Soldiers wake up the prisoners with hanging and shouting ]
Ned, Catelyn and the Starks inhale sharply. They remembered Arya getting captured... this could mean only one thing...
[The recruits stand up as the soldiers move through the camp. SER GREGOR "THE MOUNTAIN" CLEGANE strides into camp.]
Elia's hands gripped her knees tightly, so tight that her knuckles were going white. She felt a hand over hers and looked up to see Oberyn. He looked equally tensed. She quickly grabbed his hand and held it firmly.
Neither of them saw it, but even Doran looked tighter around the mouth and face than usual.
"That's him, the one who picks."
"The Mountain. What are you doing?"
"He told me he stares at him every day. That's why he doesn't get picked."
"That idiot!" Gendry snapped. How could the fat one be this dense?!
[THE MOUNTAIN looks over the crowd. Most people look down, but HOT PIE meets his gaze, as does another PRISONER. The MOUNTAIN picks that PRISONER.]
"Move, boy! Move!"
[HOT PIE is shocked and pisses himself for having listened to the other man.]
"He got lucky" Gendry let out a sigh of relief.
[HARRENHAL, PRISONER ENCAMPMENT]
[ARYA lies in the dark as rain falls.]
"Joffrey. Cersei. Ilyn Payne. The Hound... Polliver. The Mountain"
"Didn't Yoren tell Arya something about repeating the names of the one he wanted to kill over and over again?" Bran asked Jon, who nodded.
"Aye, he did."
Ned and Catelyn both looked nervous. Hey knew their daughter, and they knew just how violent she could become.
[ESSOS, THE GATES OF QARTH]
[DAENERYS and her Dothraki sit outside the gates of Qarth. The gates are closed.]
"I suppose as far as places for shelter goes, that isn't so bad" Varys commented.
"You know the place then?" Rhaegar asked.
"Qarth, my Prince. You can expect politeness from them." Varys replied
"Politeness can also mean they throw her out" Elia pointed out.
"Rather be told no politely than be insulted in your face, no?" Varys smiled.
"I thought we were welcome."
"If you heard a Dothraki horde was approaching your city, you might do the same, Khaleesi."
[Qartheen soldiers line up outside the gate, at attention. A group of thirteen emissaries from the city walk forward from the gates. The plump SPICE KING leads the group.]
"No credit in guessing that's the leader?" Robb questioned.
"The Qartheen are ruled by Pureborn who are seated in the Hall of a Thousand Thrones. But guilds like the Thirteen, the Tourmaline Brotherhood and the Ancient Guild of Spicers all contend endlessly with the Pureborn. The man may be the one elected to speak for them, not the leader exactly" Varys explained.
"My name is Daenerys-"
"Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen."
"I never asked, why Stormborn?" Rhaegar asked.
"I was born during a storm" Daenerys answered.
"You know me, my lord?"
"Only by reputation, Khaleesi. And I'm no lord, merely a humble merchant."
"Must be part of the Guild of Spicers" Robb whispered to Jon, who nodded.
"They call you the Mother of Dragons."
"And what should I call you?"
"Oh, my name is quite long and quite impossible for foreigners to pronounce. I am simply a trader of spices. But we are the Thirteen, charged with the governance and protection of Qarth, the greatest city that ever was or will be."
"The beauty of Quarth is legendary-"
"Qarth."
"Proud people" Yara clicked her tongue. Her eyes drifted to Theon, who was still silent and drawn into himself. Yara wouldn't admit it yet, but she was worried.
"Might we see the dragons?"
"Everyone wants to see the dragons" Rhaegar clicked his tongue. "You would need to be cautious around him."
Daenerys did not point out that her future self couldn't hear him.
[DAENERYS looks back to the woven chest that holds the dragons on top of one of their horses. She is nervous and a bit desperate.]
"My friend, we have travelled very far. We have no food, no water. Once I see my people fed, I will be honoured"
"Forgive me, Mother of Dragons, but no man alive has seen a living dragon. Some of my more sceptical friends refuse to believe your children even exist. All we ask is the chance to see for ourselves."
"I am not a liar."
"Oh, I don't think you are. But as I've never met you before, my opinion on the matter is of limited value."
"Where I come from, guests are treated with respect, not insulted at the gates."
"Then perhaps you should return to where you come from. We wish you well."
"Polite," Elia said dryly.
Varys chuckled behind his sleeve.
[The SPICE KING turns and walks away. DAENERYS steps follow with indignation, and he turns back around.]
"What are you doing? You promised to receive me."
"I believe they have received you, Princess. What they haven't promised was welcoming you" Oberyn pointed out.
"I see" Daenerys pursed her lips. There was a lot to these word politics that she did not yet understand.
"We have received you. Here we are, and here you are."
"If you do not let us in, all of us will die."
"Which we shall deeply regret. But Qarth did not become the greatest city that ever was or will be by letting Dothraki savages through its gates."
"They can't just let those people die!" Tommen argued, wide-eyed and horrified.
"And what if those among them try to harm them?" Tyrion asked.
"They won't! Daenerys is nice, she wouldn't let them."
"They don't know that, do they?"
"I guess not" Tommen frowned. He turned to Daenerys, who was looking at him.
She had heard his exclamation and argument.
[The SPICE KING continues to the rest of the thirteen, and they begin their walk back into Qarth. DAENERYS finds her resolve and steps forward. The soldiers react by leaning their spears forward in unison, clearly a warning.]
"Thirteen! When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who have wronged me. We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground. Turn us away and we will burn you first"