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Come out and fight us, Blackfish.
You marched against the High Sparrow,
that the real war isn't between a few squabbling houses.
And if that's what we are,
We'll need firewood.
The king must have an heir
I assume you're here
Don't say it. Don't fucking say it.
You didn't know me back in my time.
No horses.
Maybe it is the Seven. Or maybe it's the old gods.
But you should leave, Grandmother.
It's between the living and the dead.
We must defend them.
We have Lord Edmure.
Aye, now I have.
You promised me a lordship and a castle
the Boltons are doomed.
You'll leave him rotting in a cell?
He's an old man.
Hate.
Stannis Baratheon garrisoned at Castle Black
I'm not going anywhere near those mad fuckers.
Chapter three, verse 12.
Now, I reckoned you'd die a dozen more times over the next few days,
I've heard stories.
I've heard that before.
and Lady Sansa is a Bolton.
Protecting the people.
we deserve to be the last of the free folk.
The crows killed him because he spoke for the free folk
And you've got women.
Who are you protecting us from?
Is this true?
before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells.
You're ironborn, Theon. I know you've had some bad years.
It'd be you against all of them.
Aye, knights don't get paid.
Good.
You?
As a free man.
She died fighting for your brother Robb.