Game of Thrones Page #11

At full speed Dany and the filly circle back, a little out of

control. A fire pit looms ahead, directly in their path. They

are hemmed in on either side by hollering Dothraki. There is

no way out but straight ahead.

The silver horse leaps the flames as if she had wings.

The crowd cheers. Dany pulls up beside Illyrio.

DAENERYS:

Tell Khal Drogo he has given me the

wind.

Illyrio translates the line. And for the first time that

we’ve seen, Khal Drogo smiles.

The bloodriders bring forth the Khal’s horse, a lean red

stallion, and Drogo mounts.

Viserys approaches Daenerys on her filly. He looks very

pleasant as he grips his sister’s leg.

VISERYS:

Make him happy.

His fingers dig into her thigh and Daenerys flinches.

Khal Drogo trots off on his stallion and Dany follows behind,

looking back at Viserys and Illyrio and Ser Jorah.

The exhilaration that brightened her face a minute before is

gone. The fear is back.

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EXT. MEADOW - DUSK

Drogo drives his stallion at a hard trot, the tiny silver

bells in his long braid ringing softly as he rides.

Dany follows behind. The sun is down and the darkening sky

above her head is vast and ominous.

They ride through a meadow of cattails and tall grass.

EXT. STREAM - DUSK

Drogo stops at a grassy spot beside a gently-flowing stream.

He swings off his horse and lifts Dany off hers.

She stands there, helpless and trembling in her wedding

silks, while Drogo secures the horses to a nearby tree.

When he returns Dany starts to cry. Drogo stares at her, his

face strangely empty of expression. He rubs away her tears

with a callused thumb.

KHAL DROGO:

No.

DAENERYS:

You know the Common Tongue?

KHAL DROGO:

No.

He touches her hair lightly, sliding the silver strands

between his fingers and murmuring softly in Dothraki.

Dany does not understand the words, but there is a warmth in

his tone, a tenderness she had not expected.

He puts his finger under her chin and lifts her head, so she

is looking him in the eyes. Drogo towers over her the way he

towers over everyone.

Taking her lightly under the arms he lifts her and seats her

on a rounded rock beside the stream. He sits on the ground

facing her, legs crossed beneath him. Finally their faces are

at the same height.

KHAL DROGO:

No.

DAENERYS:

Is that the only word you know?

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He doesn’t reply. His long heavy braid is coiled in the dirt

beside him. He begins to remove the rings and bells. After a

moment, Dany leans forward to help.

When they are done, Drogo nods. Dany hesitates and then

understands:
she begins to undo his braid. He sits silently,

watching her. When she is done he shakes his head and the

hair spreads out behind him like a river of darkness.

Now it’s his turn. Drogo undresses her, his fingers deft and

strangely gentle. He removes her silks one by one while Dany

sits unmoving, staring at his dark eyes.

When he bares her small breasts, she averts her eyes and

covers herself with her hands.

KHAL DROGO:

No.

He pulls her hands away from her breasts, gentle but firm. He

lifts her face again to make her look at him.

KHAL DROGO:

No.

He pulls off the last of her silks. She shivers in the

evening wind. Khal Drogo, still sitting with his legs

crossed, looks at her, drinking in her body with his eyes.

He runs his hand gently down her leg. He strokes her face,

tracing the curves of her ears, running a finger over her

lips. He turns her around, kissing her from the nape of her

neck to the small of her back.

He pulls her down into his lap. Dany is flushed and

breathless. He cups her face in his huge hands and she looks

into his eyes.

KHAL DROGO:

No?

She takes his hand and moves it between her thighs.

DAENERYS:

Yes.

EXT. WINTERFELL - COURTYARD - DAWN

Near the main gate, the King’s hunting party is almost ready

to leave. Hullen the horse master checks the saddles; other

retainers sharpen spears and ready the hounds.

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Jory, Theon, Ser Rodrik, Benjen and Tyrion outfit themselves.

Tyrion does so very, very slowly; badly hung-over, he looks

like day-old death as he turns to Benjen:

TYRION:

If I get through this without

squirting from one end or the

other, it’ll be a miracle.

A few yards deeper into the courtyard, Ned sits on a bench,

strapping a leather-and-steel vambrace to his forearm. He

seems preoccupied and careworn as King Robert steps up behind

him and gives him a friendly shake of the shoulders.

ROBERT:

You as good with a spear as you

used to be?

Ned smiles, hiding his worries from the happy king.

NED:

No. But I’m still better than you.

Robert laughs. As one of the king’s squires kneels beside

Robert and begins lacing padded half-greaves onto the king’s

legs, Robert squeezes Ned’s shoulder.

ROBERT:

I know how much you love it up

here. Coming south with me, serving

as my Hand-- I know it’s not what

you wanted. You’re a loyal friend.

You hear me? A loyal friend. The

last one I’ve got.

Ned stands. The two men clasp hands.

NED:

I hope I’ll serve you well.

ROBERT:

You will. And I’ll make sure you

don’t look so f***ing grim all the

time.

Ned smiles and looks to the hunting party.

NED:

I hear the southern boars are twice

as nasty as the ones up here.

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ROBERT:

Oh, you won’t have time for

hunting. You’ll be too busy

wrangling the snakes that call

themselves my court.

The king laughs, throws his heavy arm across Ned’s shoulders,

and leads him towards the horses.

At the other end of the courtyard, Bran watches the hunting

party mount their horses. He wants very badly to go with

them, but he’s too young.

About fifty yards to his right, he sees Jon Snow sullenly

watching the hunting party as well. Jon has been left behind

himself, for different reasons.

Bran tries to wave to him, but Jon sulks off without seeing

him. Bran sighs, his mood sinking further.

But he hears a small growling at his feet. He looks down to

see his wolf pup-- as yet unnamed-- jerking his head back and

forth, with Bran’s pant leg clamped between his jaws.

Finally, Bran smiles.

BRAN:

Come on, you.

He runs off. His wolf bounds after him.

EXT. WINTERFELL - FIRST KEEP - MORNING

With his wolf at his heels, Bran runs toward the First Keep,

the oldest part of the castle.

He reaches the squat round tower and looks up. The Keep has

been deserted for years; its crown has begun to crumble, and

moss grows between the stones. High above, it is festooned

with gargoyles leaning blindly over empty space.

Bran turns to the pup.

BRAN:

Lie down. Now stay.

The wolf does as he is told. Bran scratches him behind the

ears, then finds a handhold in the keep wall and begins to

climb, moving from stone to stone quickly and instinctively.

When Bran is about ten feet up, his wolf rises to his feet

and begins to howl. Bran looks down.

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His wolf falls silent. There’s something eerily imploring

about the way the animal looks up at him through slitted

yellow eyes. He doesn’t want Bran to keep climbing.

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