Beheadings, betrothals, and High Priests caught in brothels; kidnappings, self-abnegations, and a wedding.
Or, as they call it in Westeros, a Wednesday.
Yes, it's episode 3 of the fifth season of Game of Thrones, and with me as always to discuss the literary side of the show — as well as joining me in squeeing — is the Lord Commander himself, Christopher Lockett.
Nikki:
Well, shockingly for Game of Thrones, one of the least notable moments of the episode
was a wedding — ! — that didn’t involve any deaths of any kind — !!.
Unless, um, you count la petite mort that
happens afterwards. #frenchhumour
Yes, the boudoir scene that follows the
wedding — where one swears you can see Cersei two-fisting goblets of phantom
wine just to take the sting off the fact that that whore has married yet
ANOTHER ONE OF MY SONS — is uncomfortable, to say the least, mostly because
Margaery appears to be much older than Tommen, who looks 12, and who giggles
his way into the bed as if to say, “OMG, I’m gonna get some!” Afterwards, he
doesn’t seem to know what hit him, while his more worldly wife tweaks his nose
and commends him on doing a pretty good job. “It all happened so fast!” he
says, and we know that that must have been a magical experience for Margaery.
Post-wedding, the gloves are off with
Margaery when she sees Cersei the next day, and I admit that I actually felt
rather sorry for Cersei in that moment, as Margaery’s ladies-in-waiting all
titter around her as she first apologizes for not being able to offer some wine
to Cersei, it’s just that the rest of them tend not to drink so early in the
morning (ha!), before launching into details of the wedding night that NO
mother wants to hear, not even one who used to bang her own brother. Then
Margaery manages to manipulate her son little brother husband (I
just can’t get used to this) into attempting to talk his mother into leaving
King’s Landing and returning to Casterly Rock, where she’ll stop babying him
and allow him to become a man once and for all. Or, you know, allow him to prepare to become a man... but dammit
once that puberty arrives he will be SET.
But don’t cry for the Dowager Queen (ouch!)
just yet, for she has quite the counter-move up her sleeve.
The main victim in all of this is poor
Tommen himself. He doesn’t see it yet (I mean, how many other little boys have
a woman who looks like THAT in their bed?), but Margaery condescends to him,
manipulates him, and only married him as a power play, whereas Cersei will go
to any lengths to bury his wife, emasculating him in the process when both
women remind him of just how powerless he is.
You mentioned in our first week of season
five, Chris, that you were looking forward to the arrival of the Sparrows, and
this week we meet their leader, played by the inimitable Jonathan Pryce. What
did you think of the introduction of the High Sparrow?
Christopher:
Well, as always, the casting is great. Pryce is an
incredibly accomplished actor, and can do bombast (think of his scenery-chewing
Rupert Murdoch-esque Bond villain in Tomorrow
Never Dies) and subtlety with equal facility. Here, he’s doing subtlety,
providing an understated and quiet performance in which he comes across as
something of conflation of Jesus and Gandhi. And again, in casting Pryce, the
showrunners have yet again given us an actor capable of communicating profound
gravitas—like Tywin, Mance Rayder, the Queen of Thorns, and now Doran Martell,
the show keeps giving us these amazing characters whose very presence on the
screen radiates self-possession and innate strength.
The sparrows and their leader provide an
interesting dimension to the novels, so I’m very happy they’re remaining
faithful to them on the show. The squalor and want Cersei witnesses as she
seeks out an audience with the High Sparrow reminds us of the devastation
wrought by the wars between the great houses: with farmland burned and pillaged
and villages razed, those common folk who survived find themselves homeless and
starving and come to the capital in the hope of finding succor. The High
Sparrow ministers to the people and wears the badges of humility—again like
Gandhi or Jesus—but it is significant that the lead-in to his appearance is
Lancel and a group of other sparrows invading Littlefinger’s brothel to beat
and humiliate the High Septon. Lancel’s words to Cersei in the first episode
were the first ominous indication that the sparrows have no interest in
non-violence. However Gandhi-esque the High Sparrow appears, his rhetoric about
lancing boils, however euphemistic, is violent.
And yet, Cersei seems to believe this is a
man she can work with, refusing the High Septon’s demands for justice and instead
incarcerating him for soiling his
high office. Cersei has a track record of overestimating her own ability to
scheme and play politics, though she’s mostly oblivious to her failures, as
with the way in which Littlefinger gamed her so deftly (resulting in the death
of her son). She wears the blinders of privilege, almost certainly seeing in
this shoeless, filthy man someone she can easily bully and manipulate.
This will get interesting. The arrival of
the sparrows is like a microcosmic allegory about religious extremism: how it
arises, flourishes, and shocks the powerful with its force and tenacity. For
four seasons, the great houses played the game of thrones with little concern
for all of the common people being hurt, impoverished, and disenfranchised. The
starving masses descend on King’s Landing in desperation, not just for physical
sustenance but spiritual sustenance as well, something that the Lannisters and
Tyrells are particularly ill-equipped to provide. The scene in the brothel with
the High Septon dramatizes this dissonance in the way it very specifically
echoes the kind of hedonism enjoyed by the upper echelons of the papacy on the
eve of the Protestant Reformation. The faux-religious pantomime played out by
the High Septon could easily be a scene from The Borgias.
There’s an interesting resonance in this
episode between the High Sparrow’s denial of self (I have to add that his line
“I tell them I’m nothing special … and they think that I’m special for telling them so” totally made me think of The Life of Brian) and what Arya learns
at the House of Black and White. It too is a house of worship, and the god they
worship is death. And in order to join their ranks, Arya is enjoined to lose
all of the things that make her Arya Stark, to truly become “no one.” “A man
wonders,” says Jaqen, “how ‘no one’ came to be surrounded by Arya Stark’s
things?”
What did you think of the continuation of
Arya’s Braavos adventure, Nikki?
Nikki: Life of Brian, ha! I
totally agree. I knew that scene was
reminding me of something, but couldn’t put my finger on it. You hit the nail
on the head.
Jaqen’s assertion that in order to lose
oneself, one must divest oneself of all personal possessions is something that
most of us would be unable to do. But not only would I be throwing my hands up
and saying, “Well, it’s been nice knowing you, my friends” as I run back home
and surround myself with my books, promising them that I will never, EVER be
rid of them, I found I was also attached to Arya’s belongings. I’ve watched
many a character die on this show, and it was sad, yet the moment of Arya
standing above the water and holding Needle out like she was going to throw it?
I didn’t think I was going to make it. I watched this on my own first, then
with friends, and their reaction was the same. “Don’t do it!” we were shouting
at the television. One friend said, “Just bury it somewhere, he’ll never know!!!” Amazing how much
attachment we have to this sword, but it’s the one physical thing Arya has left
of her family, besides herself, of course. Every time we see Needle we’re
reminded of Jon Snow giving her the sword in the
first place, and now neither one knows that the other is still alive. No matter how strong and defiant Arya seems, in that one moment,
as she looks out at the water while holding Needle, tears welling up in her
eyes, she’s a little girl again. You can practically see her daddy standing
next to her, his arm around her shoulder. In some ways, I believe she derives
her self-confidence and power from that sword, the same way Samson derived it
from his hair. I can’t tell you what a relief it was to see her putting it in
the stone wall, even if I’m worried that Jaqen will know.
When Jaqen first revealed himself last week
I thought to myself, Oh please let him
still talk like Yoda. And he doesn’t disappoint in this episode. Very
carefully avoiding any personal pronouns, he never says “I” or “you,” but
instead “a man” and “a girl,” once again absolving him and Arya of any sense of
self. My friend John was watching the episode with me, and he has read the
books (sorry, Chris, I almost feel like I was cheating on you!) and he reminded
me that Jaqen first claimed back in season 2 to be from Lorath. He later
emailed me an excerpt from The World of
Ice and Fire, the companion book to GRRM’s series, where he explained why
this is significant:
The Free City of Lorath stands upon the western end of the largest in a cluster of low, stony islands in the Shivering Sea north of Essos...the isles were home to the mysterious race of men known as the mazemakers, who vanished long before the dawn of true history...Others followed the mazemakers on Lorath in the centuries that followed...a small, dark hairy people...[and] Andals...afterward the dragonlords flew onward, bringing blood and fire to the isles of Lorath...not a man, woman, or child survived the Scouring of Lorath...When men at last returned to the isles to live, they were...a sect of religious dissidents...worshippers of Boash, the Blind God....An essential part of their doctrine was an extreme abnegnation of self; only by freeing themselves of human vanity could men hope to become one with godhoods. Accordingly, the Boash'i put aside even their own names, and spoke of themselves as "a man" or "a woman" rather than say "I" or "me" or "mine." Though the cult of the Blind God withered and died out more than a thousand years ago, certain of these habits of speech endure even now in Lorath, where men and women of the noble classes regard it as unutterably vulgar to speak of one's self directly.
Forgive me if you already laid this out in
season two, Chris. But anyway, I found this fascinating, and it gives us some
insight into this strange man. It also reminded me of Divergent, where, in a dystopian future, people must divide
themselves into one of five factions based on social and personality-based
features, and one of them is Abnegation (where our heroine finds herself at the
beginning of the book). These people wear potato sacks, never look in a mirror,
live to serve others and never themselves, and are made to believe it’s because
they don’t exist as selves.
Meanwhile, back at John Locke’s house, the
other girl — nameless, presumably — with Arya is particularly vile, but she
also seems to endure Jaqen’s scorn at times. I must admit, however, that I wasn’t
quite clear what happened to that man who drank the water. I’m assuming I’ve
missed something. In any case — and I’ll try to write this the way Jaqen would — after a girl disposes of a girl’s belongings, a girl returns to the
House, where a girl is washing a man, and a girl asks a girl what two girls
should do after two girls wash a man. A girl simply glares at a girl, and a man
or a woman, sitting and watching a man or a woman’s television at a man or
woman’s house, watches and wonders, “What DO two girls do with a man after two
girls wash a man?”
OK, seriously, I’m assuming there are no
books in Lorath.
Last week, Chris, you speculated on where
Brienne and Pod were following Sansa, and this week we discover it was
Winterfell, containing bodies that look like Dark Willow had dealt with them
(“Bored now...”) and an increasingly disturbed Reek. Now THAT adds an
interesting wrench into the story! What did you think of everything happening
there?
Christopher:
I suspected I’m not the only follower of the novels
who had a huge “HOLY SHIT HE’S MARRYING SANSA TO RAMSAY” moment. This is the
moment for me where I had an image of Weiss and Benioff chucking all five of
the novels out of the boat.
To clarify: in the novels, Roose Bolton
schemes to solidify his hold on the North by marrying his now-legitimate
psychotic son to a Stark girl. Except that he means to marry Ramsay to Arya.
But Arya’s in Braavos, you protest? Well, the actual authenticity of the “Arya”
in question isn’t really a major concern for the Boltons, who find a
brown-haired girl with a vague resemblance and declare to the world that, look,
Arya is alive! And she’s marrying Ramsay! As for Sansa’s narrative arc in the
novels, Littlefinger does hatch a marriage scheme for her, but it involves a
whole lot of labyrinthine genealogy that would have Sansa marrying a young man
with a soupcon of Targaryen blood—an
even more tenuous claim to the throne than Henry Tudor had when he deposed
Richard III, but a claim that would have more force when he marries the heir to
Winterfell.
Once again, we see significant changes
being made here in the name of expediency: eliminating Littlefinger’s byzantine
plot in the novel, and by the same token giving the faux-Arya’s story more
pitch and moment, as it now involves not a peripheral character but a central
one (and, if I may venture, a well-loved character—Sansa started out as
everyone’s annoyance, but I think it’s safe to say that Sophie Turner’s
portrayal of her has earned our respect and affection). And it also means that
faux-Arya’s storyline (which I’m obviously not about to spoil here) will have
way more tension and drama.
I absolutely loved the scene between Sansa
and Littlefinger when she realizes what he has planned, both for the power of
Sophie Turner’s performance, but also as yet another example of Littlefinger’s
vile cunning. I suppose we can give him the benefit of the doubt and grant that
perhaps he has no idea just what a psychopath Ramsay is (though I find it hard
to believe that he wouldn’t know),
but he’s still planning to marry Sansa into the family that betrayed and
murdered hers. And as his little speech to her makes clear, he’s maneuvered her
into a position where she quite simply has
no other choice. He might genuinely care for her, but as has been made
clear over the previous seasons, he is a man willing to sacrifice anything and
anyone on the altar of his own ambition—or as Varys astutely said of him, he’d
burn the realm to the ground so he could be king over the ashes.
“Every ambitious move is a gamble,” he
tells Roose Bolton when Bolton (rather sensibly) questions his motives. But he
has moved his pieces with consummate skill, placing himself out of reach of the
ever-weaker Lannisters, and (it seems) gearing up to repeat history. “The last
time the lords of the Eyrie formed an alliance with the lords of the North,” he
reminds Roose, “they brought down the greatest dynasty the world has ever
known.” Is he really proposing a new war? If so, who does he imagine sitting on
the Iron Throne? Himself?
We’re in uncharted territory here. I
honestly have no idea what his plans are.
But for all of his gamesmanship, the flaws
in his plan become ever more apparent. His ignorance of Ramsay’s sociopathy
will almost certainly come around to undermine his well-laid plans; and when
Ramsay greets Sansa and kisses her hand, the camera pans around to show us the
jealous face of his erstwhile girlfriend. Even if Ramsay manages to keep his
worse tendencies in check (not holding my breath), I can’t imagine that woman
will be at all inclined to make Sansa’s life easier. And there is also the
reminder that while the Boltons won the North and hold it with an iron fist,
there are many people who see their rule as illegitimate. “The North
remembers,” Sansa’s chambermaid says feelingly, a simple mantra that resonates
back through everything Sansa has endured.
There is also, of course, that blonde woman
on the other side of the world who, if she ever gets her dragons back in line,
could be something of a spoiler for Littlefinger’s dreams of power. The
“greatest dynasty the world has ever known” isn’t quite dead.
But more immediately, there is a sword
hanging above Winterfell’s head at the Wall. Stannis informs Jon Snow that he
means to march on Winterfell within a fortnight, so Roose and Littlefinger
might have a little discomfort in the short term. And once again, Jon respectfully
declines Stannis’ offer to make him Lord Stark of Winterfell, embracing instead
his new position as Lord Commander. And … well, he doesn’t waste time in
asserting his authority. What did you think of our first taste of Lord
Commander Snow, Nikki?
Nikki: Whew. What a scene. Every episode of the season thus far has ended
with an execution: Mance Rayder by Stannis; Mossador by Daenerys, and now Janos
by Jon. And what a powerful scene it is.
But let’s back up. I loved the scene
between Jon and Stannis, where Stannis is offering him for the last time the
name Jon Stark, a name Jon has wanted his entire life. But he already went
through the agony of choosing to decline in the previous episode, and here he
resolutely — and, as you point out, Chris, respectfully — says no. He has a new
purpose as the Lord Commander, and it’s a title he earned, not one that was
just bestowed upon him by someone who wants to use Jon to help him avenge the
Baratheon name. What is interesting is that, like Sansa, Jon is being asked to
accept a new name in order to help another man gain power, with the carrot of
Winterfell being dangled before him. Similarly, Sansa is being told to help
take back Winterfell by changing her name and doing Petyr’s bidding. It’s a
fantastic parallel scene.
His first job as Lord Commander is to let
Stannis know that they don’t have enough supplies to keep feeding both
Stannis’s men and the wildling prisoners — “Winter is coming,” after all... an
apparently perpetual state in Westeros that has been going on for five years
now — and Stannis assures him they’ll be gone within a couple of weeks. As for
the wildlings themselves, though, he says he’ll leave it up to Jon to decide
what to do with them.
Jon shows deference and respect for
Stannis, but he doesn’t listen to him. Davos, on the other hand, has always
been a reasonable man, and he hangs back as Stannis leaves, telling Jon that
Stannis isn’t just blowing smoke; he actually believes in Jon Snow and knows
what a powerful man he could be. He reminds him of his pledge as a man of the
Night’s Watch, that he is “the shield that guards the realms of men.” And he
explains to him that sitting up here at the Wall, away from the politics and
bloodshed that’s happening in the Seven Kingdoms, might not be the most
effective use of his talents, nor the most helpful he could be here. As he
leaves, he says forebodingly that “as long as the Boltons rule the North, the
North will suffer.”
Later, at the first Council meeting — where
Maester Aemon is noticeably absent, which worries me — Jon immediately shows
that he will be a fair ruler, and one the men will follow. When he assigns a
man to oversee the rebuilding the latrines — “seems like a good job for a
ginger — the man simply laughs along with everyone else, but does so without
argument. Ser Alliser has a look on his face as if he thought that was going to
be the task Jon would assign him. But Jon isn’t looking for revenge; he wants
the most effective team of men he could possibly have. Instead, Jon makes him
First Ranger, telling everyone that he’s proved his worth and valour. Alliser
looks surprised, but immediately chuffed. Jon has made a cunning move — in one
swoop, he puts the best man on the job, but also pulls that man over to his
side by praising him before all the other men.
Lord Janos, on the other hand, doesn’t fare
so well. And again, it’s because Jon is honest: he wants the men on his side,
but not at the cost of the Night’s Watch. And he knows that Janos is a
snivelling coward, unable to take on anything but the most menial of tasks.
While he doesn’t put him as captain of the latrines, he does place him as
Commander of Greyguard. This is a castle located further along the Wall that
has been largely abandoned, and is falling apart. In other words, the perfect
fortress for a coward.
Unlike the ginger, Janos is not going to go
quietly into that good night. Jon calmly and reasonably explains to him, as if
he’s a toddler, that he is the Lord Commander, and that was an order. “I will
not have it!” says Janos. “Do you hear me, boy? I will NOT have it!!” Jon, once
again calmly, asks him if he’s refusing to obey an order. And Janos, much to
the delight of the viewers — because who doesn’t want to see bad things happen
to Janos? — tells Jon to stick that order “up your bastard ass.” Ser Alliser
smilingly looks in the direction of Jon, waiting to see what the boy will
actually do. Does he have the stones to be the Lord Commander? Is he willing to
do what it takes? Jon tells his men to get Janos outside and to grab his sword.
The men do so willingly. For one moment, Ser Alliser stands between Janos and
the men, but then steps aside. He’s on Jon’s side, and will, for now, follow
the Lord Commander who has given him this new honour.
Jon walks meaningfully to the executioner’s
block outside, as Stannis watches from the balcony, and stands before Janos,
both hands folded on the handle of his sword.
The very scene reminds the viewer of our
first scene with Ned Stark, all the way back in the pilot episode. A deserter
from the Night’s Watch is brought before Ned, and pleads with him that he
really did see white walkers, something that Ned and every other sane man of
the North believes is a lie. As the man is put on the executioner’s block, Ned
pulls Ice from its sheath (held by Theon Greyjoy) and says he is doing this is
the name of King Robert. Jon Snow leans over to Bran, and tells him not to look
away, because Father will know if he does. Robb stands silently, watching
intently, and Bran very carefully does not close his eyes.
All these years later, so much has changed
from that now-quiet scene, and Jon knows that Ned was wrong in his assessment.
The white walkers are real, and that man wasn’t a deserter, but was telling the
truth. Janos, on the other hand, is not innocent, and Jon must do this to earn
the respect and fear of his men.
Earlier, when Stannis made his offer for
Jon to take the Stark name, take back Winterfell, and rule the North, he says
in response to Jon’s refusal: “You’re as stubborn as your father. And as
honorable.” Jon replies, “I can imagine no higher praise.” Stannis replies
tersely, “I didn’t mean it as praise — honour got your father killed.”
Now, unlike the deserter a lifetime ago,
who refuses to back down on his story, Janos immediately takes back everything,
apologizes, says he was wrong and that he’ll do Jon’s bidding. But Jon knows
better: if he lets him go, Janos will see how weak he is. He pulls back the
sword, and Janos begs for mercy — in a way Mance Rayder refused to do two
episodes ago. Jon pauses as Janos snivels that he’s afraid, and has always been
afraid. Jon’s face is a complicated mix of sympathy and loathing. He’s
disgusted by Janos, and yet Janos is begging for mercy. Does he grant him that
mercy, and banish him in disgrace? The problem is, the Night’s Watch is, in
itself, a banishment. And so he does the only thing he believes he can: he
chops off Janos’s head in a MUCH more graphic close-up than the one Eddard had
four seasons ago. Stannis, standing on the balcony, nods almost imperceptibly,
but Jon sees it. He showed no mercy, just as Joffrey showed none for his father
when Ned lied and took back everything on the executioner’s block. Just like
Daenerys showed no mercy to Mossador. Just as Stannis showed none to Mance (not
that Mance was asking for it). Jon has now shown that he has what it takes to
be a leader in Westeros, for better or worse. And you can tell just by looking
at his face, that having Stannis’s approval makes him wary of whether or not he
did the right thing.
And finally, the Varys and Tyrion road show
disembarks and Tyrion gets to see real humans with hair once again as he
dresses in an Obi Wan Kenobi robe to blend in. Do you think Tyrion took a
chance he shouldn’t have taken, Chris?
Christopher:
That’s a
difficult question to answer, in part because we sort of meet up with the
novels’ storyline here again: Tyrion’s journey to Volantis is dramatically
abbreviated, but his abduction by Ser Jorah is consistent with GRRM’s version.
So to answer your question: well, yes … given that he ends the episode with a
hood over his head and a noose around his neck, perhaps it would have been
better to stay in the wheelhouse. On the other hand, of all the possible
problems of which they might have run afoul, being recognized by a disgraced
Westerosi knight in his cups at the brothel they just happen to choose seems
like something of an infinitesimal eventuality.
Whatever else one thinks of the Volantis
interlude, once again the designers have outdone themselves. That long bridge
stretching across the bay, piled high with buildings, is a magnificent
rendering of how GRRM describes it in A
Dance with Dragons. I remember that last season you commented about the odd
dearth of high-end CGI in the first two-thirds of the season, which was
seemingly explained by the massive expenditure that must have gone into the
creation of the battle at the Wall. They’re not being so parsimonious in the
early stages of this season … I wonder if the powers that be at HBO have just
decided to give Weiss and Benioff whatever toys they desire.
There are several notable moments during
this sequence aside from the sudden re-appearance of Lord Friendzone. The view
of the massive bridge encrusted with precariously tall structures is one.
Another is Varys’ exposition on the way in which the Volantines brand and
organize their slaves, by the small but unavoidable tattoos they all have on their
cheeks. We begin to see something that has not yet made its way to Westeros,
namely the spread of the Daenerys legend. Until this moment, we have either
known her as a rumour, a gnat in the ear of people like Tywin Lannister—who,
half a world away, can’t bring themselves to take her seriously—or we have been
immersed in her story. We haven’t had this halfway experience: far enough away
that she is more legendary than real, but close enough that people take her
seriously. The tales of her conquests, we realize, must be so very tantalizing
to the huge slave population of Volantis, and rumours of her beauty are
palpable enough that a prostitute with white-blonde hair can style herself
reasonably well as Daenerys, and be in great demand by the brothel’s clientele.
The street sermon by the red priestess reminds us that the reappearance of
dragons in the world must be quite the thrill for those who worship the “Lord
of Light,” but there’s also the added dimension here that she was obviously
herself once a slave—the appearance of an abolitionist queen with dragons must
be like the signs of the End Times.
One wonders what Melissandre would think.
One thing I found interesting in the
brothel scene was Tyrion’s sudden, surprising inability to hire the whore he’d
been chatting up. The show has gone out of its way to make Tyrion an appealing
character, starting from the casting of Peter Dinklage. The Tyirion of the
novels is far more repulsive in appearance than the handsome Dinklage,
especially after his wounding at the Battle of the Blackwater (which leaves
Dinklage-Tyrion with a fetching scar as opposed to losing most of his nose). By
the same token, the Tyrion of the novels, while charming, is also given to more
repulsive behavior at times, never more than when he arrives in Volantis.
Rather than suddenly suffering from uncharacteristic inhibition, he gets blind
drunk, and has sex with a prostitute with whom he is verbally and borderline
physically abusive.
I’m not saying the Dinklage-Tyrion isn’t
preferable, just that it looks as though the series is keen to sanitize his
behaviour rather a lot—right down to his reason for preferring the brunette to
the faux-Daenerys, because she has a “skeptical mind.”
Which of course leads us to the moment
where his series storyline merges again with the novels. We see Ser Jorah
briefly before the final moment, obviously drinking away his misery as best he
can … and presumably not succeeding as he watches faux-Daenerys flirting with a
bunch of drunken louts. One wonders if he’d paid for the trade of this
particular prostitute; as he watches her basically giving a guy a lap dance, I
was wondering if he would go over and pick a fight with the louts, or possibly
drag her away for his own pleasure.
But of course he does neither, having
instead spotted Tyrion and recognized him. And we end with his snarled promise
that he will bring him to the queen.
But … which queen?
Well, for that answer, check in with us
next week … for now, on behalf of Nikki and myself, I say: stay warm, make sure
to feed your direwolves, and be wary in strange brothels.