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You look like a bunch of swineherds.
Some of us were swineherds.
And some of us tanners and masons.
That was before.
You're still swineherds
and tanners and masons.
You think carrying a crooked spear makes you a soldier?
No.
Fighting in a war makes you a soldier.
Beric Dondarrion?
You've seen better days.
And I won't see them again.
Stark deserters.
Baratheon deserters.
You lot aren't fighting in a war.
You're running from it.
Last I heard, you were King Joffrey's guard dog.
But here you are 1,000 miles from home.
Which of us is running?
Untie these ropes and we'll find out.
What are you doing leading a mob of peasants?
Ned Stark ordered me to execute your brother
in King Robert's name.
Ned Stark is dead.
King Robert is dead.
My brother's alive.
You're fighting for ghosts.
That's what we are
ghosts waiting for you in the dark.
You can't see us,
but we see you.
No matter whose cloak you wear
Lannister, Stark, Baratheon
you prey on the weak,
the Brotherhood without Banners will hunt you down.
You found god? Is that it?
Aye. I've been reborn
in the light of the one true god.
As have we all.
As would any man who's seen the things we've seen.
If you mean to *** me, then bloody well get on with it.
You'll die soon enough, dog.
But it won't be ***, only justice.
And a kinder fate than you deserve.
Lions you call yourselves.
At the Mummer's Ford, girls of seven years were ***
and babes still on the breast
were cut in two while their mothers watched.
I wasn't at the Mummer's Ford.
Dump your dead children at some other door.
House Clegane was built upon dead children.
I saw them lay Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaenys
before the Iron Throne.
Do you take me for my brother?
Is being born Clegane a crime?
- *** is a crime. - I never touched the Targaryen babes.
I never saw them, never smelled them,
never heard them bawling.
You want to cut my throat, get on with it!
But don't call me murderer
and pretend that you're not.
You murdered Mycah.
The butcher's boy.
My friend.
He was 12 years old. He was unarmed.
And you rode him down.
You slung him over your horse like he was some deer.
Aye, he was a bleeder.
You don't deny killing this boy?
I was Joffrey's sworn shield.
- The boy attacked the prince. - That's a lie!
I hit Joffrey. Mycah just ran away.
Then I should have killed you.
Not my place to question princes.
You stand accused of ***.
But no one here knows the truth of the charge,
so it is not for us to judge you.
Only the Lord of Light may do that now.
I sentence you to trial by combat.
So, who will it be?
Should we find out if your fire god
really loves you, priest?
Or you, archer? What are you worth with a sword in your hand?
Or is the little girl the bravest one here?
Aye.
She might be.
But it's me you'll fight.