01x04 - Seven

[bunniefuu]

[rain pattering]

[rat squeaking]

[door unlocking, opening]

[thunder rumbling]

Leave the food and go.

[door closes]

My uncle says I must
beg your forgiveness
for deceiving you.

Your uncle?

Prince Baelor.

The heir to the Iron Throne.

-I never meant to lie.
-Yeah, but you did.

About everything,
starting with your name.

I've not heard
of a Prince Egg.

-Short for Aegon.
-Of course.

After the Conqueror?

How many Aegons
have been king?

Four.
Four Aegons.

So why'd you do it?

Was it some jape?

Make a fool of
the stupid hedge knight?

No. I was supposed
to squire for Daeron.

He's my older brother.

He's a sh*t knight,
and a drunk.

And he didn't want
to enter the lists.

He only meant for us
to hide in that inn
until the tourney was over.

-You shaved your head.
-It was Daeron who shaved it.

Was it Daeron that told me
you were a stable boy?

-I didn't--
-What?

I didn't think I was
doing anything wrong.

Of course, you did.

That's why you lied.

Dry your eyes.

I was just so disappointed when
I couldn't go to the tourney--

Oh, we can't have
the little prince being
disappointed now, can we?

I just wanted to be
somebody's squire, ser.

You'd have served a donkey,
were it squire-less.

I'm sorry, ser.

Truly am.

It's just a bit of bad luck
we found each other, isn't it?

What will they
do with me, Egg?

My uncle wants to see you
after you're done eating.

I'm done now, then.

I've already kicked
one prince in the mouth.

Don't mean to keep
another one waiting.

[banging]

[thunder rumbling]

[door closes]

Rise.

Pour Ser Duncan
a cup, Aegon.

Try not to spill it on him.

The boy won't spill,
Your Grace.

-[liquid pouring]
-He's a good boy.

Good squire.
And he meant no harm.

I know that now.

One need not intend harm
to do it.

Aegon should have come to me
when he saw

what his brother was doing
to those puppeteers.

-There was no time, Uncle, I--
-Instead, he ran to you,
Ser Duncan.

That was no kindness.

I wish Ser Duncan
had k*lled him.

Aerion is your brother.

And the septons say
we must love our brothers.

Aegon, leave us now.

As you will, Your Grace.

How good a knight are you?

How skilled at arms?

Sir Arlan taught me
sword and shield

and how to tilt at rings.

My brother Maekar
returned to the castle
a few hours ago.

He found his son Daeron
drunk in an inn

a day's ride
to the south.

-I know it.
-He told my brother

that a huge robber knight
made off with Aegon.

I fear you have been cast
as this robber knight, ser.

He's lying.

I left that inn
four nights past.

Prince Daeron did not pursue
his brother's captor.

Seemingly not.

[thunder rumbling]

-[liquid pouring]
-What of the girl?

By the time Aerion is done
twisting the tale,

it will be high treason.

Treason?
By puppetry?

The dragon is the sigil
of the Royal House.

To portray one being slain...

It was surely innocent.

Perhaps, but far from wise,
even in peacetime.

Aerion calls it a veiled attack
on House Targaryen,

an incitement to revolt.

Do you believe that,
Your Grace?

One truth
is beyond dispute.

You laid hands upon
the Blood of the Dragon.

The girl's finger
was snapped in half.

No matter the cause,
it is never wise

to strike a king's grandson.

Would you not have done
the same?

I might have.

But I'm a prince of the realm,
not a hedge knight.

Don't all knights
make the same oath?

To protect the innocent?

[thunder rumbling]

Aerion would like your head
for what you did to him.

He will not have it,
but I cannot deny him a trial.

-[sighs]
-And with Daeron's accusation

that you kidnaped Egg,

the court is unlikely
to rule in your favor.

And when I'm found guilty?

The last time a man
struck the royal blood,

it was decreed he should
lose the offending hand.

And you kicked him too,
did you not?

I did.

You have another choice.

Whether it is a better one
or a worse, I cannot say.

And so, I ask you again,
Ser Duncan the Tall,

how good a knight
are you, truly?

[♪ melancholy music playing]

[loud crunching]

[thud]

[loud crunching continues]

Um, t-trial by combat.

That is my right.

[Aerion Targaryen]
I refuse.

You cannot refuse.

Any knight accused of a crime
has the right to demand as such.

Unless you
withdraw your claim?

A trial of seven.

-[thunder rumbling]
-That is my right, I do believe.

What the f*ck
is a trial of seven?

It is another form
of trial by combat.

Ancient. Seldom invoked.

It came across the Narrow Sea
with the Andals

and their seven gods.

Well, if it was the Andals...

I-- I'm sorry, Your Grace.

The old man was never much
for praying.

What-- what is
a trial of seven?

The Andals believed
that if seven champions fought,

the gods, being thus honored,
would be more like to intervene

and see
the guilty party punished.

Are you cowering behind some


because you're afraid to face
this hedge knight alone?

-No.
-Then why?

Why not slay
the rogue yourself?

Daeron has been
wronged as well.

Ser Duncan must pay
for each one of his crimes
against us.

Or would we leave a matter
of Targaryen honor in doubt?

Do not speak to me
of honor, boy.

This is f*cking nonsense.

[Aerion] Is it?

-No.
-[thud]

[nutshell clattering]

Aerion is within his rights.
We have no choice.

A trial of seven
must be held at dawn.

What does that mean?
That I must fight seven men?

Do not play the fool.

-It must be seven against seven.
-[thud]

You must find six other knights
to fight beside you.

But I have no one else.

If a cause is just,
good men will fight for it.

If not, it will be
because you are guilty.

[thunder rumbling]

-[thud]
-Come here.

-[thuds]
-[grunting]

Idiot!

Can I go now?

Seek your champions,
Ser Duncan.

[♪ uneasy music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[horse whinnying]

[horse neighing]

[horses nickering]

Oh, lads.

I've mucked it up
this time.

-I think I'm gonna die tomorrow.
-[Raymun Fossoway] Dunk!

Is that you?

You're alive.
[chuckles]

[thunder rumbling]

Raymun, thank you
for watching my--

Are you hungry?

-No, not really.
-Come on.

-Whoa!
-Were you talking
to your horses?

-Yeah.
-That's f*cking mad.

[Raymun]
Trial of seven.

Duncan,
that means battleaxes,

morningstars,
and lances of w*r.

-I know what it means.
-I apologize.

Seems cousin here
has milk in his veins.

-Oh, f*ck off, I just meant--
-This is knightly combat,
Raymun.

As you are no knight,
your skin is not at risk.

-[horse whinnying in distance]
-[sighs]

I saw what Aerion did
to those puppeteers.

All knights vow
to protect the innocent.

Even hedge knights,
I assume.

I'm for you.

Thank you, ser.

-Perhaps you shouldn't.
-It pains me to admit it,

but Steffon's a fine sword.

-Why would that pain you?
-[Dunk] I don't doubt that.

But the Dragon House
will not look kindly on
those who oppose them.

Dragon House?

Where are their dragons,
Ser Duncan?

Us Fossoways,
we were here

long before these others
come to our shores.

And I'll warrant we'll be here
long after they are gone.

-Who else fights with us?
-I know no one else.

I'm sure we can find
five more good men

who wish singers
to make them immortal.

I do not know why tragedy

so oft follows
after honorable men.

But when I find myself
without the answers,

the answer is always
"more glory."

Lucky for you,
I have some friends.

Ser Lyonel, Lord Lannister,
Ser Otho.

They won't be happy
at being woken.

Then they'll fight
like pestered badgers.

You shan't die
under my watch, ser.

I promise you that.

[horse whinnying]

Raymun,
do you think your cousin

can bring the men
he speaks of?

I don't know.

You may be wise to run.

Won't they k*ll me
if I run?

Won't they k*ll you anyway?

Maybe the gods figure
this is what I deserve.

For doing what
you were supposed to do?

For not knowing my place.

[footsteps approaching]

-Ser.
-Egg!

What are you doing?

I'm your squire, ser.
You'll need someone
to arm you.

Does your father know
you've left the castle?

I hope not.

I don't think I could bear
another foot whipping tonight.

-You!
-[Raymun] No! No, Duncan, no!

[Egg] Stop! Please!

Are you mad coming here?

I should drive this
through your neck.

I'd sooner you pour me
a cup of wine.

f*ck your wine.
You lied about me.

Well, I had to say something
when my father

demanded to know
where Egg had gotten to.

[Egg]
Please, don't hurt him.

-[Daeron coughing]
-He can't k*ll me twice.

My father's going to join
the seven accusers, ser.

Yeah, of course he will.
He must redeem his sons' honor.

Not that I ever asked
to have my honor redeemed.

Whoever has it can keep it,
so far as I'm concerned.

I begged him not to, ser.
I begged him.

[Daeron] For what it's worth,
you have little to fear from me,

and I'll do my best to look
gallant in the first charge.

But after that, perhaps
you could strike me a nice blow

to the side of the helm.

Make it ring.
Not too loud.

Is that all you
came here to say?

My father has commanded
the Kingsguard to fight as well.

Only the three
that are here.

Who do you have, ser?

Raymun's cousin.

I can bring people, ser.
Knights. I can.

I'll be fighting
against your family.

My father will be well guarded,
and you won't k*ll Daeron.

-He told you he'd fall down.
-[chuckles softly]

And Aerion.

You'd see him dead?

When I was little,

Aerion used to come
into my bed chamber at night,

put his knife
in between my legs.

He had too many brothers,
he'd say.

Maybe one night,
he'd make me his sister.

Then he could marry me.

[Raymun snickering]

Sorry, that was...

Egg has the truth of it.

Aerion can be
quite the monster.

And he threw my cat
in the well, too.

-He says he didn't, but he did.
-Alright.

He thinks he's a dragon
in human form.

That's why he was so wroth
at the puppet show.

A pity he wasn't born
a Fossoway.

Then he'd think
himself an apple and
we'd all be a deal safer.

[sighs] I must steal back
to the castle.

Ser Duncan?

Private word?

-[Daeron sniffling]
-[horse nickering]

I dreamed of you.

You said that.

-At the inn.
-Did I?

[chuckles]
Well, my dreams
are not like yours.

Mine come true.

[chuckles]
An impressive talent

for an unimpressive man.

Another one of life's
little ironies.

But I have seen you, ser.

And a fire.

And a dead dragon.

A great beast with wings
so large

they could cover this meadow.

It had fallen on top of you.

But you were alive,
and the dragon was dead.

Did I k*ll it?

That I could not say.

We were dragon masters once.

-Hard to believe.
-[thunder rumbling]

Now, they're all gone,
but we remain.

I don't care to die today.

[whispering]
I don't care to die either.

It may be that I've k*lled you
with my lie.

And if so, I'm sorry.

I'm doomed to some kind of hell,
I know.

[chuckles softly]
Likely one without wine.

[thunder continues]

[Tanselle] [voice echoing]
You are no knight.

You are Florian the Fool.

[♪ soft music playing]

[Steely Pate]
Ser Duncan.

If you are come
for your shield,

she left it with me.

-[thunder rumbling]
-[Tanselle's scream echoing]

Where did she go?

They make for Dorne.

Well gone is well forgot.

Good.

[thunder rumbling]

[grunting softly]

Your rim was old.

Cheap steel.
Brittle and rusted.

I've made you a new one.
It's twice as thick.

I've put some straps
on the back.

It will be heavier now,
but stronger too.

The girl did the paint.

The star is fallen.

[sniffling]
And the sunset heralds night.

The shield is all painted up
like death. [sniffling]

The elm's alive, man.

See how green the leaves are?

That's summer leaves,
for certain.

You remember
the old shield rhyme?

Oak and iron,
guard me well.

Or else I'm dead
and doomed to hell.

-Mm.
-[Dunk sniffling]

-[thunder rumbling]
-[sniffling]

How much do you want for...
[sniffling] the new rim and all?

From you...

a copper.

[horse nickering]

Sers...

I am in your debt.

The debt is Aerion's.

And we mean to collect it.

-I heard your leg was broken.
-You heard true.

My leg is broken,
I cannot walk.

But so long as I can sit
on a horse, I can fight.

Ser Robyn would die
the king's faithful servant.

But when the crown
goes against the gods,

Ser Robyn goes
against the crown.

I always knew
you meant trouble.

-I cannot thank you enough.
-Ah.

Nor Ser Steffon
for bringing you.

Who the f*ck
is Ser Stevron? Your...

-...boy found me.
-[Egg grunting]

Hasn't been a trial of seven
for a hundred years.

I wasn't about to miss a chance
to bloody up the Kingsguard

in their pretty white gowns.

[wind whistling]

[horse whinnying]

[galloping hoofbeats]

[cheering and applause]

[horses continue whinnying]

Six.
There are only six.

Is it possible Aerion
has not found a seventh

to take up his claim?

[Steffon Fossoway]
Raymun!

My helm, if you please.

[Dunk] Ser Steffon,
what of your friends?

We only need one more
to make our seven.

I'm afraid
you'll need two more.

I fight with Prince Aerion
and the accusers.

No, you...

you told Ser Duncan
to rely on you.

Well, our prince would not have
made me a lord elsewise,

but for it thwarted
Ser Duncan.

You traded your honor
for a lordship?

Cousin.

I know great men
who have traded
their honor for far less.

It was a bargain
well struck.

-Fetch me my horse.
-[spitting]

Get him yourself.

[grunts]

[horse neighing]

We are lost.

Knight me.
I will take my cousin's place.

Ser Duncan, knight me.

Raymun, I-- I shouldn't.

[Raymun]
Without me, you're only five.

You cannot win with five.

The lad has the truth of it,
I'm afraid.

Go on, Ser Duncan.

Any knight can make a knight.

[horn blowing]

Go.

I shall give Squire Raymun
his knighthood.

♪♪

In the name of the Warrior,
I charge you to be brave.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

In the name of the Father,
I charge you to be just.

In the name of the Mother...

I charge you to protect
the young and innocent.

[Lord Ashford]
Ser Duncan.

We cannot delay any further.

-Seems you only have
five champions.
-Six.

Ser Lyonel is knighting
Raymun Fossoway.

We will fight you
six against seven.

I'm afraid
it is not permitted.

[Ashford]
If you cannot find another
knight to join you, ser,

then you must be declared
guilty of your crimes.

M'lord, I beg
a moment, please.

You have it.

M'lords!

I know none of you remember
Ser Arlan of Pennytree.

But I was his squire.

We served many of you.

Ate at your tables.

Slept in your halls.

He was a good man.

And he taught me
how to be a knight.

Not just sword and lance,
but honor.

A knight
defends the innocent.

That's-- that's all I did.

I was not Ser Arlan's blood,
but I have followed his example.

As your sons
will follow yours.

Who will stand
and fight with me?

[horse whinnying]

[♪ uplifting music playing]

[townsperson]
The Brute of Bracken!

[farting loudly]

[laughter]

[laughter continues]

[horse neighing]

[crowd chattering]

[laughter and chatter continue]

Has courage deserted
the noble houses of Westeros?

I will not believe it is so!

Are there no true knights
among you?!

[loud banging]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

I will take
Ser Duncan's side.

[crowd cheering]

Have you taken leave
of your senses?

This man attacked my son.

This man protected
the innocent.

As every true knight must.

Let the gods decide
if he was right or wrong.

Hyah!

[♪ epic music playing]

[horse whinnying]

[♪ epic music continues]