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.
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.