Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My grandfather's a lord. He'll protect us.

or I could escape down the river.

My father would never let me before...

- You don't care. - 'Course we care.

- Were you pledged to Stannis? - Gods, no.

Why don't you ask?

And I couldn't keep my promise.

- Oh, Ros? The redhead? - How do you know her?

Like drinking from a puddle.

kill something?

half of whom want to massacre the other half

Grandmother! What will Sansa think of us?

And Bran and Rickon have not been found.

Now that the Lannisters have discarded her

after he'd had far too much wine to drink,

The Thenns hate the Hornfoots.

What do you say to that, Sansa?

Not as much as I like you, obviously,

And the bedside of a traitor?

He didn't ask you to do something for him?

We're not children.

That's who the Mountain and them lot were looking for.

escape from Harrenhal?

As to your fathead father...

Skipping down the corridors in his embroidered silks.

People have been serving me since I was born.

Here's the thing, fat boy.

- Your sister sent me. - Yara?

Only a mother can make them.

And who told you that?

you might have had me there.

Of course I did.

no one enjoys the company of a humorless mute.

- But you asked. - We've got plenty of worries.

When I'm done talking,

Bit of a quandary for you.

for a great beast of a woman.

I prayed for my son Bran to survive his fall.

Do you hear me?

or cross the great water.

You have the sight, too?