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Forced from your home,

Ser Davos, Lord Snow.

She comes in asking for... Ser Rodrick...

Ser Bronn, will you accompany the Tarlys

- Archers! - Look alive!

Go get it, then.

We told her to wait.

but you appear to be redefining those terms entirely.

I am neither kind nor a lord, Your Grace.

I see a great deal of potential in that venture.

- Move out! - They're not mine.

over the Blackwater Rush before nightfall.

There is no more High Septon.

They didn't deserve to die.

Go ask Jon Snow, then, the King in the North.

The other dagger,

is she all right?

we believe in her.

Your first battle?

standing where we're standing.

You kept your vow.

The head of the line is ambushed,

- They'll tell you who I am. - There's no Rodrick here.

I can't shoot with one hand.

'Ey up. Where you going?

We were standing right next to her, and...

so, you know, best fuck off.

- Fewer. - What?

I'm going to fly them to the Red Keep.

is the only reason I'm not killing you.

Come on, boy. Come on!