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[BERIC DONDARRION enters.]
"No. Fighting in a war makes you a soldier."
"Oh he lives" Ned said with surprise.
"Who was he again?" Brandon the Elder asked.
"Ned sent him to bring the Mountain to justice" Lyanna answered.
"That feels so long ago" the man muttered.
"Beric Dondarrion? You've seen better days."
"And I won't see them again."
"Stark deserters. Baratheon deserters. You lot aren't fighting in a war. You're running from it."
"Big talk coming from a Lannister deserter" Tyrion snorted.
"Last I heard, you were King Joffrey's guard dog."
Tyrion snorts again.
"But here you are a thousand miles from home. Which of us is running?"
"Untie these ropes and we'll find out. What are you doing leading a mob of peasants?"
"Ned Stark ordered me to execute your brother in King Robert's name."
Ned smiled at that. There was always something refreshing about true loyalty and honour. Beric Dondarrion may not be his bannerman, but his loyalty to him was as strong as any of them. It warmed Ned's heart.
"Ned Stark is dead. King Robert is dead. My brother's alive. You're fighting for ghosts."
"That's what we are-ghosts waiting for you in the dark. You can't see us, but we see you. No matter whose cloak you wear- Lannister, Stark, Baratheon-you prey on the weak, the Brotherhood without Banners will hunt you down."
"That was cool" Bran whispered to Arya, who nodded to her brother.
"You found god? Is that it?"
"Aye. I've been reborn in the light of the one true god."
"Oh my gods" Stannis muttered. He knew those wordings too well by now. Beric Dondarrion was brought in by that blasted Red Priest.
"As have we all. As would any man who's seen the things we've seen."
"If you mean to murder me, then bloody well get on with it."
"You'll die soon enough, dog. But it won't be murder, only justice."
"And a kinder fate than you deserve. Lions you call yourselves. At the Mummer's Ford, girls of seven years were raped and babes still on the breast were cut in two while their mothers watched."
A chill ran down everyone's spines. That was all so... wrong.
"I wasn't at the Mummer's Ford. Dump your dead children at some other door."
"House Clegane was built upon dead children. I saw them lay Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaenys before the Iron Throne."
Rhaegar sobered up at the reminder, while Elia looked away way from the view.
"Do you take me for my brother? Is being born Clegane a crime?"
"Murder is a crime."
"I never touched the Targaryen babes. I never saw them, never smelled them, never heard them bawling. You want to cut my throat, get on with it! But don't call me a murderer and pretend that you're not."
"You murdered Mycah. The butcher's boy. He was twelve years old. He was unarmed. And you rode him down. You slung him over your horse like he was some deer."
Arya stiffened at the reminder.
"Aye, he was a bleeder."
"How is he so calm about it?" Arya whispered with wide broken eyes. He killed Mycah and he's just so... calm about it...
"You don't deny killing this boy?"
"I was Joffrey's sworn shield. The boy attacked the prince."
"That's a lie! I hit Joffrey. Mycah just ran away."
"Then I should have killed you. Not my place to question princes."
It should have been her. She had been the one to ask Mycah to play with her, she was the one that attacked Joffrey, and it was Nymeria who bit the bastard. Mycah was innocent.
It is her fault.
It's all her fault.
"Hey-"
Arya turned to the gentle voice to see her aunt staring at her.
Lyanna stared at her niece and her niece stared back. Then she put an arm around her and brought her close.
"I know what you're thinking" she whispered. "And it's not your fault. It's Joffrey, it's Cersei, it's the Hound. But never you."
Arya leaned into her aunt and buried her face into her side.
Lyanna kissed the top of her head and looked up to see her brother and his wife stare at her. She smiled and nodded.
Lyanna knew what the girl was going through, and knew exactly the thoughts that would come to her the moment Mycah was mentioned. If it were her, she'd think the same. She already did. Her father and brother's deaths hung heavy on her shoulders, as did the reminder that a whole war followed it.
"You stand accused of murder. But no one here knows the truth of the charge, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by combat."
"Not another one" Renly groaned softly.
"So, who will it be? Should we find out if your fire god really loves you, priest? Or you, archer? What are you worth with a sword in your hand? Or is the little girl the bravest one here?"
"Aye. She might be. But it's me you'll fight."
"The man who passes the sentence must swing the sword" Bran repeated the words of his father to himself.
Q. What would Daenerys do with Krazanys?
A) Sell him the biggest dragon for the army.
B) Lie to him and give the smallest dragon for the army
C) Sell the dragon than steal him back the same night
D) Give him the biggest dragon for the army and then attack him with his army and the dragon to takeover Astapor.
"C) Sell the dragon than steal him back the same night" Elia said
""D) Give him the biggest dragon for the army and then attack him with his army and the dragon to takeover Astapor" Jon and Daenerys answers
"Wow the two of you are really in sync right now" Arya said with a teasing smirk.
Daenerys blushed at that while Jon Snow ruffled Arya's head in response.
[ASTAPOR]
[A pair of great doors open. DAENERYS TARGARYEN, MISSANDEI, SER JORAH MORMONT, and SER BARRISTAN SELMY enter the large and bustling courtyard populated by guards and townsfolk Two large and bustling courtyard, populated by guards and townsfolk. Two guards move through the square, carrying a litter containing one of DAENERYS's dragons.]
"Absolute idiocy" Rhaegar muttered to himself. He dare not say it out loud.
[KRAZNYS speaks Valyrian]
"The master says they are untested. He says you would be wise to blood them early. There are many small cities between here and there, cities ripe for sacking. Should you take captives, the masters will buy the healthy ones and for a good price."
"Say what you want but that man is a businessman for certain" Tyrion shook his head.
"A slaver" Daenerys corrected him sharply.
"A slaver yes, and slaves are traded over there, meaning it's a business. Hence, a businessman" the former imp reasoned.
Daenerys rolled her eyes and looked away.
[They come to the massive field where the thousands of Unsullied stand at attention. KRASZYS and GREIZHEN stand before them.]
[KRAZNYS speaks Valyrian]
"And who knows? In ten years, some of the boys you send them may be Unsullied in their turn. Thus all shall prosper."
"Not the slaves," Myrcella said darkly.
"He doesn't care about them" Tommen whispered to his sister.
"He only cares about himself" Myrcella agreed.
[DAENERYS walks back to the woven crate containing her dragon. She opens the front and DROGON comes out, screeching.]
"The biggest one!" Rhaegar muttered outraged.
[DAENERYS holds onto the chain attached to the dragon's foot as it takes flight and hovers above her. She hands the chain to KRAZNYS, who struggles against the strength of the small dragon. He smiles greedily, and hands her the whip that represents command of the Unsullied.]
"He can't even hold it down," Shireen said with a smirk. There was no way the dragon would listen to him.
"Is it done, then? They belong to me?"
[KRAZNYS speaks Valyrian]
"The Master says it is done. You hold the whip. You have your army."
[DAENERYS turns slowly and walks to the unsullied. DROGON's unhappy screeching increases.]
[DAENERYS speaks Valyrian]
[The Unsullied come to attention. MISSANDEI is surprised that DAENERYS speaks Valyrian.]
But the people watching were not. For one, Daenerys mentioned that she spoke the language.
[KRAZNYS struggles against the dragon.]
[DAENERYS speaks Valyrian]
"Forward march!"
[The Unsullied march.]
[DAENERYS speaks Valyrian)
"Halt!"
[The Unsullied halt. KRAZNYS tries to control the dragon.]
[KRAZNYS speaks Valyrian]
"Tell the bitch her beast won't come."
[DAENERYS speaks Valyrian]
"A dragon is not a slave."
Daenerys lifted her chin with a proud smile.
"You speak Valyrian?"
"I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue."
[DAENERYS turns to the Unsullied and speaks Valyrian.]
"Unsullied! Slay the masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who holds a whip, but harm no child. Strike the chains off every slave you see!"
"Yes!" Robb cheered. Finally, these abhorrent people were dying! Many more shared his sentiments but were not so vocal about it.
Daenerys watched with satisfied pride.
[An Unsullied pierces a slave master through the heart with his spear. KRAZNYS looks on in panic.]
"I am your master!"
[BARRISTAN draws his sword as the Unsullied follow DAENERYS's command. KRAZNYS screams]
"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"
"Dracarys."
[DROGON unleashes his fire breath, consuming KRAZNYS, who screams in agony as he burns. The Unsullied attack and quickly overwhelms the guards. DROGON flies free, spouting fire above the courtyard.]
Rhaegar watched with shock but a hint of pride. He turned to his sister to commented on a job well done to which Daenerys smiled back in response while nodding in return.