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Do you know how long it's going to take us
to get to King's Landing walking through fields and forests?
Yes.
So how shall we pass the time?
By putting one foot in front of the other.
It's going to be a very dull walk.
I'm here to take you to King's Landing
and bring back Lady Stark's daughters in exchange.
Dull is fine.
You know, it doesn't matter how loyal a servant you are,
no one enjoys the company of a humorless mute.
Trust me on this.
People have been serving me since I was born.
You think Lady Stark is going to want a giant towheaded plank
following her around for the rest of her life?
A week's journey with you and she'll order you to fall on your sword.
If Lady Stark is unhappy with any aspect of my service,
I'm sure she'll let me know.
She's an honest woman.
All the good it's done her.
How did you come into Lady Stark's service?
There's something we can talk about.
Not your concern, Kingslayer.
It had to be recently.
You weren't with her at Winterfell.
How would you know?
Because I visited Winterfell.
I would have noticed your dour head
smacking into the archways.
Move.
- Were you pledged to Stannis? - Gods, no.
Ah, Renly.
Really?
He wasn't fit to rule over anything
more important than a 12-course meal.
- Shut your mouth. - Why?
I lived with him at court since he was a boy, don't forget.
Could hardly escape the little tulip.
Skipping down the corridors in his embroidered silks.
I knew him far better than you.
I knew him as well as anyone.
As a member of his Kingsguard,
he trusted me with everything.
He would have been a wonderful king.
Sounds like you quite fancied him.
I did not fancy him.
Oh, gods, you did.
Did you ever tell him?
No, of course not.
You weren't Renly's type, I'm afraid.
He preferred curly-haired little girls like Loras Tyrell.
You're far too much man for him.
I'm not interested in foul rumors.
Unless they're about me.
It's all true about Renly.
His proclivities were the worst kept secret at court.
It's a shame the throne isn't made out of ***.
- They'd have never got him off it. - Shut your mouth!
I don't blame him.
And I don't blame you, either.
We don't get to choose who we love.
- Where are you headed, then? - South.
- You? - Riverrun.
Staying off the kingsroad, are you?
They get you no matter where you go.
- You can't win. - No, you really can't.
Looks like you're safe enough, though.
Meaning no offense, my lady, but
I wouldn't tangle with you.
- Seven blessings to you. - And you.
He knows who I am.
- He doesn't. - Maybe you're right.
But what if you're not? What if he tells someone?
We're not doing it.
He's an innocent man.
More innocent than Lady Stark's daughters?