Game of Thrones Page #7
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INT. GREAT HALL OF WINTERFELL - NIGHT
The feast for the king is in its fourth hour. A SINGER plays
the harp at one end of the hall but no one can hear him above
the roar of the fire, the clangor of pewter plates and cups,
and the din of a hundred conversations.
The long wooden tables are covered with steaming platters of
roasted meats and baked breads.
Banners hang from the stone walls: the dire wolf of Stark;
Baratheon’s crowned stag; the lion of Lannister.
Ned and Catelyn host King Robert (already drunk), Queen
Cersei, Ser Jaime and Tyrion Lannister (the queen’s brothers)
and a few other luminaries at a table on a raised platform.
The Stark and Baratheon trueborn children sit at a table
directly below the guests of honor.
On the main floor, the SOLDIERS, SQUIRES and other COMMONERS
sit on backless benches. Jon Snow sits with them.
33.
The young men sitting around Jon are telling the usual
stories about fighting and f***ing. Jon seems comfortable in
their midst, but he’s not paying attention to them; he’s
stealing a glance at his siblings, at their table of honor.
Jon downs his wine, and signals a serving boy for a refill,
and watches his father and the King and the high table.
Robert and Ned toast with tankards full of ale. Ned takes a
healthy drink; Robert drinks the whole tankard.
A few seats down, Catelyn notices Queen Cersei staring at her
drunk husband with plain disgust. A good hostess, Catelyn
tries to distract Cersei.
CATELYN:
Your children are quite beautiful,
my Queen. They have the gift of the
Lannister eyes.
Cersei, a little startled to be addressed, stares at Catelyn
with her vaguely reptilian green eyes.
CERSEI:
I heard a rumor we might share a
grandchild someday.
CATELYN:
(pleased)
I heard the same rumor...
CERSEI:
Of course, these decisions
ultimately fall to our husbands. As
She glances past Catelyn to Robert, as he gnaws on a rib and
leers at the BUXOM SERVING GIRL refilling his tankard. Only
her eyes reveal her anger, and they only do so briefly.
Jaime, sitting on the other side of Cersei, leans forward,
his forearms on the table, flashing his white teeth at
Catelyn. Many women have waited their whole lives for that
smile, but it only serves to make her nervous.
JAIME:
You’d enjoy the capital, my lady.
The north must be hard for someone
who wasn’t born here.
CATELYN:
I’m sure it seems very grim, after
King’s Landing.
(MORE)
34.
CATELYN (cont'd)
I remember how scared I was when
Ned brought me up here the first
time.
CERSEI:
You were only a girl. I’m sure you
were scared of many things.
CATELYN:
But harsh as it is, I’ve come to
love it. The north gets in your
blood.
Cersei seems skeptical, looking around the rough-hewn Great
Hall, which would fit in the kitchen of her own palace.
CERSEI:
Your daughter will take to the
city. Such a beauty can’t stay
hidden up here forever. It’s time
we introduce her to the court.
CATELYN:
Mm... of course, I have two
daughters.
If Cersei knew this at one point, she had forgotten. She sees
Catelyn’s distressed look and follows her gaze to the
children’s table, where Sansa looks as radiant as ever,
chatting with young Princess Myrcella.
Arya, on the other hand, has already ruined her evening
dress. She uses her spoon as a catapult to fling a wad of
pigeon pie at Bran, across the table. It hits him square in
the forehead.
JAIME:
The girl has talent.
Catelyn, embarrassed, begins to stand so she can take matters
in hand. But Ned, passing behind her, grips her shoulders,
leans down and kisses the side of her neck.
NED:
I’ll take care of it.
Cersei smiles at Catelyn. To her credit, she has an excellent
fake smile. The two women resume their conversation.
As Ned passes behind Jaime’s seat, Jaime pushes his chair
back, momentarily blocking Ned’s path. Jaime stands.
JAIME:
Excuse my clumsiness.
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He smiles down at Ned. Jaime is taller and broader in the
shoulders. They are considered two of the greatest warriors
in the Seven Kingdoms, and there can be little doubt that
right now each man wonders who would win a fight.
NED:
Not a trait most people associate
with you. Your pardon-
He moves to step around Jaime, but Jaime puts his hand on
Ned’s shoulder.
JAIME:
I hear we might be neighbors soon.
I hope it’s true.
Ned would rather talk to any living man than this one.
NED:
Yes, the King has honored me with
his offer.
Again he tries to pass, and again Jaime sidesteps to block
him. Jaime smiles but his actions are just shy of aggression.
JAIME:
The King has promised a tournament
to celebrate your new title... if
you accept. It would be good to
have you on the field. The
competition has become a bit stale.
NED:
I don’t fight in tournaments.
JAIME:
No? Getting a little old for it?
Ned is tired of trying to get around Jaime. He stands very
close to the younger man and looks him dead in the eye.
NED:
I don’t fight in tournaments
because if I ever have to fight a
man for real, I don’t want him to
know what I can do.
The comment pleases Jaime immensely, judging from his smile.
JAIME:
Well said, well said! I do hope you
take the King’s offer.
(MORE)
36.
JAIME (cont'd)
Though of course, we all know the
court hasn’t been kind to Stark
men.
Ned stiffens at the comment. Nobody wears swords at the
banquet but his hand reflexively grips for the absent hilt.
JAIME:
Your father and brother. Yes, I was
a witness to that... tragedy.
NED:
I know you were.
JAIME:
I suppose it’s some consolation
that justice finally came to their
killer. No need to thank me-- oh,
I’m sorry, you never did.
NED:
Was it justice you were thinking of
when you shoved your spear in the
Mad King’s back?
JAIME:
It was his kidneys I was thinking
of. His liver and spleen. Was that
terrible of me? After all the
suffering the man caused?
Ned has had enough. He pushes past Jaime. This time the
Kingslayer lets him go, but not before one final remark. For
an instant Jaime’s air of perpetual amusement evaporates.
JAIME:
The worst king in a thousand
years... and people treat me like
some back-alley cutthroat.
But Ned is already gone, heading down the raised platform.
Jaime stands alone. The only one at the banquet table who has
overheard the Jaime/Ned conversation is Tyrion, who grins at
his brother and raises his tankard in toast.
TYRION:
If it came down to it, big brother,
I’d bet on you-- but I wouldn’t bet
much.
He downs his tankard of ale with a single, heroic gulp and
wipes the foam from his mouth, pleased with himself.
37.
A second later it hits him: he’s one tankard over the line.
Tyrion stands and staggers away from the royal table without
a goodbye.
Jaime retakes his seat beside his sister, who watches Tyrion
stumble down the steps to the main floor.
CERSEI:
He is a vile little beast.
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