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SEPTON: May the Seven guide the princess on her journey.
May the Mother give her health.
May the crone give her wisdom.
May the warrior give her courage.
One day I pray you love someone.
I pray you love her so much,
when you close your eyes, you see her face.
I want that for you.
I want you to know what it's like to love someone,
to truly love someone.
Before I take her from you.
You sound like a little cat mewling for his mother.
Princes don't cry.
- I saw you cry. - Did you say something, my lady?
My little brother cried when I left Winterfell.
So?
It seems a normal thing.
Is your little brother a prince?
No.
Not really relevant then, is it?
Come, dog.
MAN 1: Hail Joffrey!
Hail to the King.
Seven blessings on you, Your Grace.
MAN 2: Murderer! ***!
All hail the King.
MAN 3: He's no king. He's a ***!
Please, Your Grace, we're hungry.
MAN 4: Freak.
Get the Prince back to the Keep now.
Yes, my lord. Come, quickly.
WOMAN: Please, Your Grace, give us some food!
MAN 5: Bread, Your Grace, please!
Who threw that?
I want the man who threw that.
Find who did that and bring him to me!
GUARD 1: Hold on! GUARD 2: Hold them back!
JOFFREY: Just kill them! Kill them all!
- Move. Move! - GUARD 1: Pull back!
MAN 6: Tear him to pieces!
What are you doing? I want these people executed!
And they want the same for you.
Where's Sansa?
GUARD 3: Through the door. GUARD 4: Come on.
Push hard.
Protect the king!
- Get back! - Fall back!
Keep him safe!
MAN 7: Brotherfucker!
- Watch out. - Hold them back.
Hey.
Traitors!
- I'll have all their heads. - You blind, bloody fool.
You can't insult me.
We've had vicious kings and we've had idiot kings,
but I don't know if we've ever been cursed with a vicious idiot for a king.
- You can't... - I can, I am.
They attacked me!
They threw a cow pie at you, so you decided to kill them all?
They're starving, you fool.
All because of a war you started.
You're talking to a king!
And now I've struck a king.
Did my hand fall from my wrist?
Where is the Stark girl?
Let them have her.
If she dies, you'll never get your Uncle Jaime back.
You owe him quite a bit, you know.
Where are you going?
- You ever been ***, little girl?
Come here.
Take some men and go and find the Stark girl.
I take my orders from the king.
GUARD 5: Where? GUARD 6: This way.
Please!
No! No!
Please!
You're all right now, little bird. You're all right.
We'll get you. We'll get you.
This way.
Are you hurt, my lady?
The little bird's bleeding. Someone take her back to her cage.
- See to that cut. - Well done, Clegane.
I didn't do it for you.