1. You— you might not
remember him, but, um...
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2. Stay there.
I'm coming back.
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3. he was a true knight.
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4. Uh, different than
other men. Yeah.
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5. He had a peaceable nature.
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6. Quiet and humble.
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7. A veteran of a hundred wars,
but an enemy to none.
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8. He always knew
what was expected of him.
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9. Hm.
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10. He never complained.
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11. Even as he was dying,
he... he just...
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12. He just got on with it.
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13. He— he meant to be a benefit
to those around him.
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14. It did not make him rich.
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15. He— he held no lands,
sired no children.
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16. Come on, Dunk!
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17. He— he wanted for nothing
but the open air.
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18. Hey.
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19. And a fire
to warm his feet at.
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20. His skills as
a warrior were...
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21. unsung,
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22. but he had a chin
cut from granite.
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23. - Come on.
- And he was
a dogged fighter.
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24. He just, he kept on coming.
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25. Whoa! Whoa!
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26. House Florent, Ser Arlan
took service in your guard
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27. when your lord father
lost his sight.
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28. House Hayford,
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29. Ser Arlan
fought side by side
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30. with your brothers
at the Redgrass.
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31. His squire, his—
his own nephew
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32. was killed in the battle.
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33. House Tyrell...
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34. Ser Arlan often spoke
of his time in your service
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35. as his very finest.
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36. He said it was you, m'lord,
who told him that a hedge knight
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37. was the bridge between lords
and the smallfolk.
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38. I know him not, man.
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39. Was he a shit knight?
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40. - He was not a shit knight.
- Well, he can't have been
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41. a very good one
if no one remembers him.
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42. Pick up your feet,
come on.
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43. This is undignified, ser.
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44. So, hie back to camp and
leave me be, if it please you.
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45. I would not leave you, ser,
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46. not while you must
suffer your master dying
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47. over and over again.
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48. Though it does not seem
like these lords
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49. are even listening to you.
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50. Nothing I can do about that.
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51. You are a knight
of the realm, ser.
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52. You can say
fuck their permission.
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53. Ride into the lists,
call out Longthorn Tyrell,
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54. and turn his arsehole
into a lance-hole.
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55. That's enough now.
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56. Why do you treat
these royal lapdogs
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57. like they're your betters?
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58. They are my betters.
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59. You're too brazen
for your own good.
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60. Ser Arlan was a great knight.
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61. Someone will remember him.
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62. Hey. Who's come?
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63. Can't you see the banners,
you giant cunt?
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64. Perhaps I should go back,
ser, check on the camp.
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65. Make sure no thieves
have been nosing about.
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66. Aye. I have an idea.
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67. Can I have your sword
to run people off with?
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68. - Or a mace?
- You have a knife.
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69. That's enough.
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70. You'd best be here
when I come back.
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71. Rob me, and I'll hunt
you down, with dogs.
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72. - You don't have dogs.
- I'll get some.
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73. Where?
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74. Our Lord of Ashford
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75. humbly welcomes
the great and honorable
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76. Baelor Targaryen...
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77. firstborn son
of King Daeron the Good.
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78. Prince of Dragonstone,
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79. Hand of the King...
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80. and heir to the Iron Throne.
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81. Uh, and his brother,
Maekar.
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82. My Lord of Ashford.
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83. It's a great honor
to receive Your Grace.
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84. It's a great honor
to be received.
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85. My daughter, Gwin.
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86. Boy, stop gaping.
See to my horse.
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87. I'm— I'm not
a stable boy, m'lord.
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88. Not clever enough?
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89. - Um...
- Well, if you
can't manage horses,
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90. then fetch me some wine
and a pretty wench.
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91. Oh, m'lord pardons.
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92. I'm— I'm no
serving man, either.
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93. I have— I have the honor
to be a knight.
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94. Oh. Well...
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95. knighthood has fallen
on sad days.
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96. Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa.
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97. - Move away!
- Easy.
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98. Easy now, come on.
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99. Come on.
Yeah, it's okay. It's okay.
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100. There you are, girl.
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101. Far too many people around.
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102. I agree.
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103. Where the fuck am I meant
to put all these horses?
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104. The pretty ones are
always temperamental.
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105. Ah, she just got a bit excited,
that's all.
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106. He meant the princeling,
not the palfrey.
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107. Excuse me, m'lords.
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108. I'm— I'm Ser Duncan the Tall.
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109. Well met.
I'm Ser Roland Crakehall,
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110. and this is my sworn brother,
Ser Donnel of Duskendale.
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111. Gods, boy.
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112. Do you ride your horse
into battle or does it ride you?
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113. Forgive Ser Roland.
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114. It's not often he must look up
to cast his eyes down.
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115. Yes, yes,
I'm quite the rascal.
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116. Now, tell me, Ser Duncan,
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117. is there a proper place
to shit around here?
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118. Uh, not really, no.
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119. A man of such birth
has never deigned
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120. to disturb
his arsehole with hay.
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121. He'll deign before
the week is out, I'd wager.
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122. Where are you from, man?
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123. You don't smell House-bred.
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124. - No place, really.
- I know it.
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125. My family's from there.
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126. You're not a Darklyn
of Duskendale?
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127. We were crabbers
at Duskendale.
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128. Far back as it goes.
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129. Ser Donnel?
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130. May I ask, ser,
how the son of a crabber
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131. came to have the honor
of being a knight
in the Kingsguard?
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132. Same way
we became crabbers.
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133. "Same way we became..."
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134. Are you Baelor Targaryen?
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135. Uh, n-no.
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136. Then would you move
the fuck out of the way?
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137. Yeah. Yeah. Of course.
Apologies.
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138. Sorry.
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139. The princes be needing
their fucking hands washed!
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140. I'm on my way, ma'am.
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141. Move!
A carriage is comin' through!
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142. The spring rains have swollen
many of our streams.
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143. Perhaps the young princes
have just been delayed?
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144. Fuck me.
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145. "Delayed."
They're not delayed.
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146. Do not curse
our gracious host.
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147. I said "fuck me,"
not "fuck him."
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148. It's not his fault
Father bade us
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149. attend this
miserable circus.
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150. Might we discuss
this another time?
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151. I say we go hunting.
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152. Daeron has done this before.
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153. You should not have
commanded him
to enter the lists.
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154. The prince's sons
are missing.
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155. You'd be more concerned
if it was your son, I wager.
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156. - Oh.
- Probably dead.
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157. - Dead?
- Wars have started for less.
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158. You're big and stupid.
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159. They have only been
missing a day.
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160. No doubt, Ser Roland
will turn him up
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161. and Aegon along with him.
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162. When the tourney
is over, perhaps.
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163. Daeron belongs
on a tourney field
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164. no more than
Aerys or Rhaegel.
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165. By which you mean
he'd sooner ride a whore
than a horse.
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166. That is not what I said.
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167. I do not need to be reminded
of my son's failings.
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168. He can change.
He will change,
gods be damned.
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169. Or I swear,
I'll see him dead.
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170. You.
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171. Who are you?
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172. What do you mean
by spying on us?
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173. Show yourself.
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174. Um...
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for my interruption.
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176. I, um...
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Ser Manfred Dondarrion
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178. to vouch for me
so that I might
enter the lists,
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179. - but he has refused to do so.
- Who?
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180. What the fuck is going on?
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181. We are the intruders here, brother.
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182. Come closer, ser.
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183. And others, too.
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184. You see, they say they know not
Ser Arlan of Pennytree.
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185. But he served them.
I swear it.
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186. I have his sword and shield.
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187. Sword and shield
do not make a knight.
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188. Mm?
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189. Unless you have better proof
to support what you say.
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190. - Some writing or—
- Do you remember him,
Your Grace?
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191. It was many years ago.
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192. You may have forgotten.
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193. Ser Arlan of Pennytree.
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194. He never won a tourney
that I know.
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195. But he never shamed
himself, either.
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196. Yes, ser.
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197. I mean, no.
No, he didn't.
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198. He overthrew Lord Stokeworth
in the melee at King's Landing
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199. and years before,
he unhorsed
the Grey Lion himself.
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200. He— he told me of that
many a time.
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201. Then, you will recall
the Grey Lion's true name,
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202. I have no doubt.
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203. Um...
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204. Ser Damon Lannister.
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205. The Grey Lion,
he's Lord of Casterly Rock now.
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206. So he is.
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207. And enters the lists
upon the morrow.
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208. How can you possibly remember
some fucking hedge knight
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209. who chanced to unhorse
Damon Lannister 16 years ago?
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210. I make it a practice to learn
all I can of my foes.
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211. And why would you deign
to joust with a hedge knight?
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212. It was many years past,
at Storm's End.
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213. Lord Baratheon
held a hastilude
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214. to celebrate
the birth of a grandson.
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215. The lots made Ser Arlan
my opponent in the first tilt.
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216. We broke four lances
before I finally unhorsed him.
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217. It was seven.
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219. Tales grow in the telling,
I know.
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220. Mm.
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221. Do not think ill
of your old master,
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222. but it was four lances only,
I fear.
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223. As you say, Your Grace.
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224. I-It was four.
I do apologize.
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225. The old man, Ser Arlan,
he used to say
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226. that I was thick
as a castle wall
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227. and slow as an aurochs.
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228. No harm was done, ser.
Rise.
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229. You gave him back
his horse and armor
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230. and took no ransom.
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231. Ser Arlan often told me that
you were the soul of chivalry...
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232. - Ugh.
- ... and that one day,
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233. the Seven Kingdoms
would be safe in your hands.
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234. Not for many years yet,
I pray.
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235. No, I— I did not mean
that the King should—
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236. You wish to enter the lists.
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237. Is that it?
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238. - Yes.
- The decision rests
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240. but I see no reason
to deny you.
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241. As you say, m'lord.
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242. Mm.
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243. Your Grace—
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244. Very well, ser,
You are grateful.
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245. Now, fuck off!
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246. You must
forgive my brother, ser.
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247. His sons went astray
on the way here,
and he fears for them.
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248. Of course.
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249. Um, I trust
they will not be found dead.
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250. Ser.
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251. You are not
of Ser Arlan's blood?
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252. No, I am not.
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253. By law, only a trueborn son
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254. is entitled to inherit
a knight's arms.
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255. You must needs find
a new device, ser.
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256. A sigil of your own.
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257. I will.
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258. Thank you again,
Your Grace.
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259. I will fight bravely.
You'll see.
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260. It's this way.
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261. You are no knight.
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262. You are Florian the Fool.
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263. I am, my lady.
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264. As great a fool
as ever lived.
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265. And as great a knight
as well!
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266. A fool and a knight.
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267. I have never heard
of such a thing.
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268. Sweet lady.
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269. All men are fools,
and all men are knights...
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270. where women are concerned.
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271. Hello there.
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272. And, uh, one for last night.
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273. That was great.
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274. How'd you do the fire tricks?
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275. Oh.
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276. Is it pollen?
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277. Yeah, we, uh,
we collect it on the way.
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278. I've never seen
such giant puppets.
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279. Do you make them yourself?
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280. My uncle builds them,
but I paint.
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281. Could you paint
something for me?
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282. Uh, I— I have the coin to pay.
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283. I, um... just...
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284. Um, I need to paint
something over the chalice.
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285. Well, what would you want?
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286. Um...
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287. I...
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288. I don't— I don't actually know.
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289. I, uh...
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290. Sorry, you must think me
a fool.
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291. All men are fools,
and all men are knights.
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292. Mm.
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293. Um...
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294. Yeah.
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295. The— the gray is a bit drab.
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296. Aye, um...
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297. Yeah, the—
the field should be
the color of sunset
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298. 'cause the old man always
liked sunsets and, uh—
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299. An elm tree.
A big one.
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300. Like the one by the river
with the brown trunk
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301. and the green branches.
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302. Aye.
An elm tree,
that would serve.
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303. But with
a shooting star above.
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304. - Could you do that?
- Mm-hmm.
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305. Thank you, um,
I'm— I'm Ser Duncan the Tall.
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306. Um, I'm Tanselle.
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307. The— the boys used to call me
Tanselle Too-Tall.
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308. You're not too tall.
I mean, you're just right for...
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309. Uh...
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310. For?
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311. Puppets.
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312. Yeah, puppets.
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313. Okay, I'll, um...
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314. - Wait. The shield.
- Yes, sorry.
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315. - Yes, the shield.
- Yeah.
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316. Was that ill-handled?
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317. - Hm?
- The— the puppet girl.
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318. Oh.
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319. It— it just— it didn't feel
well-handled.
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320. She is painting
your shield.
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321. Yeah, for pay.
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322. You are both gigantic.
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323. Is that promising?
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324. It's a...
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325. commonality.
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326. Right, yeah.
C-Commonality.
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327. I don't know.
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328. Do you think I'll ever make
a knight one day?
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329. Sure, why not?
You're a likely lad.
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330. I'm a bit puny.
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331. - You'll grow.
- Even for my age.
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332. Everyone's always told me so.
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333. Everyone's always told me
I was stupid.
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334. And?
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335. Hm?
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336. - Hm? What?
- What?
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337. What did you do when people
said you were stupid, ser?
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338. What business
is that of yours?
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339. My problems are my own.
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340. I thought...
Aren't you trying to help me?
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341. Help you what? Grow?
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342. Yes!
Hedge knight, you.
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343. What is this piss froth?
I need muscle.
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344. Will you heed my call to war?
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345. Aha! Good.
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346. Go! Get up, come.
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347. Ready!
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348. Hey!
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349. Dry those palms,
you clam-handed cunt.
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350. We're not in your sister's
chambers now.
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351. Ready?
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352. - Go!
- Pull!
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353. If we lose this,
I'll be drowning your firstborn!
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354. - Come on!
- Pull! Pull!
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355. Pull, you cunt-strapped
dandelions!
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356. I'll be back. I'll be back!
I'll be back.
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357. Lyonel!
What are you doing?
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358. - I'm thirsty.
- Lyonel!
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359. Pull!
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360. I'm thirsty, cunt.
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361. I'm thirsty!
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362. Looking good.
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363. Fucking pull!
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364. - You do good work.
- None better.
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365. I need some armor
on the morrow.
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366. Gorget, greaves,
and great helm.
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367. Are you jousting
or working?
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368. Both, perhaps.
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369. You're a big one,
though I've armored bigger.
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370. I have some pieces
in the wagon that might do.
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371. Nothing prettied up
with gold or silver, like.
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372. Just good steel,
strong and plain.
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373. I make helms
that look like helms,
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374. not winged pigs
and fancy foreign fruit.
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375. But mine'll serve you better
if you take a lance in the face.
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376. That's all I want.
How much?
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377. Eight hundred stag,
for I'm feeling kindly.
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378. Eight hundred?
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379. Perhaps I could trade you some
armor made for a smaller man.
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380. A half helm,
a mail hauberk.
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381. Steely Pate sells
only his own work.
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382. I could make use of the metal.
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383. If it's not too rusted,
I'll take it
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384. and armor you for...
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385. 600.
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386. I only have two stags.
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387. Buys you a day.
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388. Send your squire
along with the rest,
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389. or else I'll sell me wares
to the next man.
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390. You'll get it all back,
I swear it.
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391. I mean to be
a champion here.
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392. Do you, now?
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393. And the others
all came just...
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395. Is there any measure of a fool
I fail to meet?
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396. If I win, I'll come back
and buy you again.
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397. I promise.
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398. Best girl.
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399. That's for her.
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400. See she has some
oats tonight, yeah?
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401. And an apple, too.
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402. No turning back now,
I suppose.
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403. You know, the old man
lived nigh on 60 years
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404. - and was never a champion.
- There's a bug in my cider.
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405. If I could call myself
a champion of Ashford Meadow...
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406. even for an hour...
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407. maybe some great house
might take me into its service.
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408. Perhaps even
House Targaryen.
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409. You suppose the dragon house
employs many hedge knights, ser?
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410. Enough of that.
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411. I'll have you know
Ser Donnel of the Kingsguard
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412. is but the son of a crabber.
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413. Ser Donnel?
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414. - Of Duskendale?
- Yeah.
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415. His father owns half
the crabbing fleets in Westeros.
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416. What?
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417. How would you know?
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418. I like fishing.
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419. It's time!
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420. Right, come on, let's go.
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421. Come on, pick your feet up.
Let's go.
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422. Wait for me!
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423. Ser Duncan!
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424. Oh.
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425. - You alright?
- Yeah.
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426. For the new gods
and old!
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427. Lance!
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428. Shield, and lance.
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429. Helmet!
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430. Hey, who's that?
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431. Prince Valarr,
Baelor's son.
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432. - Second in line to the throne.
- Shield!
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433. He's the favorite,
I'd wager.
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434. I'll take that bet, ser.
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435. Lord Ashford fucks his sheep!
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436. Come on! Whoo!
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437. Squire!
Lance, lance, lance!
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438. Ser.
Put me down, ser.
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439. Hyah! Hyah!
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440. - Whoa!
- Whoa!
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441. Die!
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442. Do you yield,
Blackfyre bastards?
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443. Splendid riding tonight.
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444. Mm, the part with the fish
was disgusting.
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445. Something the matter, ser?
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446. Do great knights
live in the hedges
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447. and die by the side
of a muddy road?
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448. I think not.
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449. Ser Arlan wasn't gifted
with sword or lance,
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450. and he drank,
and he whored,
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451. and he was a hard man
to know.
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452. He made no friends, either.
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453. He lived nigh on 60 years
and never was a champion.
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454. Mm, what chance do I have?
Truly?
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455. But he was good to me.
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456. I wasn't his family...
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457. but he kept me
like we were.
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458. He raised me to be
an honorable man.
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459. And all these noble lords
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460. can't even
remember his name.
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461. His name was
Ser Arlan of Pennytree.
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462. And I am his legacy.
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463. On the morrow...
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464. we will show them
what his hand has wrought.
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