"I'm the best there is at what I do. But what I do best isn't very nice." |
Was anyone wondering if the Hound had lost his chops, what with the being near-dead and living the peaceful life? Well, wonder no more, as he murders a bunch of the Brotherhood Without Banners in a truly one-sided fight. Finding his true targets about to be hanged by the orthodox Brotherhood for exactly the same reasons he wants to, I don't know, chop off their arms and watch them try to staunch the bleeding with their feet, he bargains to be allowed to execute two of the three and steals the leader's boots.
Stay classy, Sandor.
He then chews the fat with Thoros and Beric, who insist that there is a reason that he isn't dead and invite him to come and do what he does best in the war against the White Walkers. he doesn't say no... Okay, he does say no, and fuck off, a couple of times, but not quite finally, the Brotherhood being pushier than doorstep salesmen.
"I said violins!" |
"You can be my wingman any time." |
Hedging his bets, Jamie goes to Edmuir and explains that all he cares about is getting this business done so that he can get back to Cersei in King's Landing. He offers Edmuir a deal: Lannister support for him and the son he has never met if he helps to take the castle; otherwise he'll bring the boy to Riverrun and catapult him over the wall. To his credit, Edmuir shows a lot more backbone than he has done previously, but this threat is too much for him. He orders the Tully soldiers to let him into the castle, and then to stand down and surrender' orders which his sworn men obey, much to the anger of the Blackfish, who smuggles Brienne and Pod out before disappointingly dying off screen.
To prove he isn't a complete moral vacuum, Jamie sees Brienne sneaking away and waves her off.
In Mereen, Tyrion sees Varys off on an advance mission to Westeros. Not long after, the Masters of the other cities arrive to show what they think of Tyrion's diplomacy, couching their considered arguments in the form of ship-mounted trebuchets and flaming missiles. Fortunately, Danaerys returns just as shit is getting real.
Poor Tyrion; he will insist on coming up with clever plans that rely on other people being reasonable about things.
Game of Thrones does Assassin's Creed. |
Eventually, the Waif corners Arya in a candlelit cellar. Arya draws Needle and, in a bravura moment, cuts the candle, plunging the room into the darkness that she knows much better than the Waif.
To no-one's great surprise then, when a Man follows a blood trail into the Hall of Faces, he finds the Waif's visage newly placed and Arya alive and walking, if not quite kicking. At last, he tells her, she is no one. "No," she replies. "A girl is Arya Stark, and she's going home."
"I'd love to help, but I was only contracted for another two episodes." |
Ah well. Strap yourselves in as we reach episode nine. It could get a bit choppy.
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