He looked south, and saw the great blue-green rush of the Trident. He saw his father pleading with the king, his face etched with grief. He saw Sansa crying herself to sleep at night, and he saw Arya watching in silence and holding her secrets hard in her heart. There were shadows all around them. One shadow was dark as ash, with the terrible face of a hound. Another was armored like the sun, golden and beautiful. Over them both loomed a giant in armor made of stone, but when he opened his visor, there was nothing inside but darkness and thick black blood.
Amazing that they did this before the season finale.
"I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers."
Post by whitewolfstark on Mar 25, 2016 18:11:14 GMT
Yeah, for the first 4 seasons, Episode 1 - 9 really was one season, while Episode 10 was more about establishing what would happen or be important in the subsequent season.
Yeah, for the first 4 seasons, Episode 1 - 9 really was one season, while Episode 10 was more about establishing what would happen or be important in the subsequent season.
Still, this scene gets me each time I watch it.
Me too.
"I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers."
It really bothers me that they never show Littlefinger's reaction to the order to behead Ned. I really think that he might have been the one to convince Joffrey to do it. I think that Slynt knew that it was going to happen too.
Why must I always be the isle of crazy alone in an ocean of sensibility? The should to everybody else’s shouldn’t? The I-will to their better-nots?
It really bothers me that they never show Littlefinger's reaction to the order to behead Ned. I really think that he might have been the one to convince Joffrey to do it. I think that Slynt knew that it was going to happen too.
Which is probably why they left it out. But I agree.
Cersei's reaction in the shot above--says a lot. Lena can get a lot done in a facial expression.
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Oscar Wilde.
The way Bean played it--like he knows he's a sacrifice. I keep thinking this is a "wrongful" blood sacrifice in the world of Westeros and its greenseers.
The Stark in Winterfell murdered in the south. By his own blade. An abomination.
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Oscar Wilde.
ACOK Tyrion I "In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a sellsword, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the other two. 'Do it,' says the king, 'for I am your lawful ruler.' 'Do it,' says the priest, 'for I command you in the names of the gods.' 'Do it,' says the rich man, 'and all this gold shall be yours.' So tell me—who lives and who dies?"
ACOK Tyrion II “Oh, I think not,” Varys said, swirling the wine in his cup. “Power is a curious thing, my lord. Perchance you have considered the riddle I posed you that day in the inn?” “It has crossed my mind a time or two,” Tyrion admitted. “The king, the priest, the rich man—who lives and who dies? Who will the swordsman obey? It’s a riddle without an answer, or rather, too many answers. All depends on the man with the sword.” “And yet he is no one,” Varys said. “He has neither crown nor gold nor favor of the gods, only a piece of pointed steel.” “That piece of steel is the power of life and death.” “Just so… yet if it is the swordsmen who rule us in truth, who do we pretend our kings hold the power? Why should a strong man with a sword ever obey a child king like Joffrey, or a wine-sodden oaf like his father?” “Because these child kings and drunken oafs can call other strong men, with other swords.” “Then these other swordsmen have the true power. Or do they?” Varys smiled. “Some say knowledge is power. Some tell us that all power comes from the gods. Others say it derives from law. Yet that day on the steps of Baelor’s Sept, our godly High Septon and the lawful Queen Regent and your ever-so-knowledgeable servant were as powerless as any cobbler or cooper in the crowd. Who truly killed Eddard Stark, do you think? Joffrey, who gave the command? Ser Ilyn Payne, who swung the sword? Or… another?” Tyrion cocked his head sideways. “Did you mean to answer your damned riddle, or only to make my head ache worse?” Varys smiled. “Here, then. Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less.” “So power is a mummer’s trick?” “A shadow on the wall,” Varys murmured, “yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.”
"I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers."