Game of Thrones Page #5
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TYRION:
Who’s going North?
JAIME:
We are. The royal “we.” The King.
The Queen. Me. You, if you can find
your pants.
TYRION:
Why?
JAIME:
Well, I’m used to it, but the rest
of the court might be frightened by
the sight of your wet little
dagger.
TYRION:
(annoyed)
Why are we going north?
22.
JAIME:
The King has chosen his Hand. And
no one’s going to be happy about
it.
EXT. WINTERFELL GATES - LATE AFTERNOON
Winterfell, the stronghold and ancestral home of House Stark,
is an ancient and austere place. Many acres lie within its
two concentric granite walls; its keeps and towers stretch
toward the gray skies above.
A RAVEN flies into view, heading toward the stronghold with a
small parchment scroll dangling from its leg.
We follow the black bird as it glides over the Winterfell
walls, banks over the main courtyard, and comes to rest on
the windowsill of
INT. MAESTER LUWIN’S CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS
The raven jumps from its windowsill perch onto the arm of
MAESTER LUWIN (75). He is a small, gray man: gray eyes, gray
hair, gray wool robe. A heavy chain lies around his neck,
much like Maester Pycelle’s.
The Maester removes the scroll from the raven’s leg and opens
it. His face darkens as he reads.
EXT. GODSWOOD - DUSK
A thousand years of humus lie thick upon the forest floor,
swallowing the sound of a woman’s feet as she walks.
LADY CATELYN STARK (35), Ned’s auburn-haired, blue-eyed wife,
makes her way among the dark tree trunks, their twisted
branches weaving a dense canopy over her head. In her hand,
she holds the small parchment scroll from the above scene.
She reaches a small grove at the center of the wood, where an
ancient weirwood tree broods over a small, black pool.
Looking like no tree on Earth, the weirwood’s bark is bone
white, its leaves dark red. Long, long ago, a melancholy face
was carved into its trunk; its deep-cut eyes are red with
dried sap. They seem to follow her as she rounds the tree.
Seated on a moss-covered stone on the other side of the tree,
Ned rests his sword, Ice, across his knees as he cleans it
with a cloth dipped in the black waters at his feet.
CATELYN:
I knew I’d find you here.
23.
He lifts his head to look at her. He sees her shivering and
hands her his cloak, which she wraps around herself before
sitting on the forest floor.
He registers her somber face, and the scroll in her hand. He
stops cleaning his sword.
NED:
Tell me.
CATELYN:
Forgive me, my lord... there was a
raven from King’s Landing. Jon
Arryn is dead.
Ned looks at the wet sword, lying flat across his lap.
NED:
How?
CATELYN:
A fever took him. He was healthy at
the full moon and gone by the half.
NED:
Your sister, the boy...?
CATELYN:
The letter said they’re well.
Ned looks more angry than grief-stricken. He dries his sword
with a swatch of oiled leather.
CATELYN:
He loved you very much.
NED:
I haven’t seen him in how long,
nine years?
CATELYN:
You couldn’t have known-
NED:
Of course I could have known. He
was an old man. Every year he asked
me to visit and every year I told
him, “Next year.”
He sheathes the blade. Catelyn reaches for his hand. For a
moment they are silent.
24.
NED:
The girls won’t remember him. Bran
never even met him.
CATELYN:
You’ll tell them the stories.
NED:
Old Jon would have been proud of
Bran. He was a brave boy at the
beheading.
Catelyn is troubled by the thought. She releases his hand.
CATELYN:
Eight is too young to see such
things.
NED:
Should I tell you about the things
I saw before I was eight?
(beat)
He won’t be a child forever. And
winter is coming.
The words disturb Catelyn but she keeps her silence.
NED:
His brothers helped him. Especially
Jon.
CATELYN:
Jon Snow is his half-brother. My
lord.
Ned notes his wife’s tone but says nothing. This isn’t a
fight he needs right now. Catelyn, realizing she has broached
the wrong topic at the wrong time, changes the subject.
CATELYN:
The raven brought more news. The
king rides for Winterfell.
(beat)
Along with the queen and her
brothers.
Ned considers this prospect for a moment. Clearly Catelyn
already has. They both know what it means.
NED:
He hates the cold. Always has. If
he comes this far north, it’s one
thing he’s after.
25.
CATELYN:
You can always say No.
Ned allows a grim smile, taking his wife’s hand and helping
her to her feet.
NED:
You don’t know the king very well.
EXT. WINTERFELL GATES - DAY
From the stronghold’s gates, the King’s Road wends its way to
the horizon -- where tiny specks of red and gold appear,
barely visible. Very slowly, they grow larger.
The king’s party approaches.
EXT. TOWER - DAY
Bran climbs down the side of the tower, his hands and feet
finding purchase on its jutting stones with a monkey’s
unthinking agility.
Climbing is as natural to him as studying is onerous. He
smiles as he makes his way toward the ground in record time,
very pleased with himself-
Until his mother yanks him off the stones. Catelyn lowers him
to the ground and sternly waits for an explanation.
BRAN:
I was... I was...
CATELYN:
You were bored with your lesson so
you decided to climb the castle
walls, even though I’ve forbidden
it two hundred times.
BRAN:
I-
CATELYN:
Brandon... I want you to promise
me:
No more climbing. Promise.Bran looks at his feet before gazing up at her solemnly.
BRAN:
I promise.
Catelyn leans over to look her son dead in the eye.
26.
CATELYN:
You know what?
BRAN:
What?
CATELYN:
You always look at your feet before
you lie.
Despite Bran’s best efforts, his mouth stretches into a
smile, and a chuffing laugh escapes from behind it.
Catelyn smiles, unable to help herself. She sees that his
hands, clothes and bare feet are filthy from the climb down.
CATELYN:
Go on, clean yourself up. The king
will be here soon.
Bran kisses his mother on the cheek and runs off.
EXT. WINTERFELL GATES - DAY
The king’s party pours through the gates of Winterfell in a
river of gold, silver and steel, one hundred strong.
Over their heads, a dozen golden banners whip in the wind,
emblazoned with the crowned stag of the House Baratheon.
INT. WINTERFELL - COURTYARD - DAY
At the far end of the yard, Ned’s face betrays nothing as he
watches the King’s party approach with his family beside him.
Catelyn, Robb, Jon and Bran are here, as are SANSA (13),
traditionally beautiful, with high cheekbones and thick red
hair; ARYA (11), a skinny tomboy; and their little brother
RICKON (3).
Ser Jaime rides through the gate and into the courtyard.
BRAN:
(whispering to Jon)
Is that the king?
JON:
That’s Jaime Lannister. The
Kingslayer.
Bran can’t take his eyes off the man. He’s heard the stories.
27.
Tyrion Lannister rides behind his brother Jaime, studying the
castle and its occupants, missing nothing.
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