Official Synopsis – The Stark family throws a feast in Robert’s honor, which the king thoroughly enjoys by getting raucously drunk and burying his face in the breasts of a serving wench. The Queen looks on, unamused, as she tells Lady Catelyn Stark that her daughter, Sansa Stark, will make a natural fit with the nobles in the capital. Benjen tells Ned that he’s also heard reports of White Walkers, which must be untrue but even as a madman’s raving is unwelcome. Ned nods, discomforted by the news as well as the feast echoing through his home, responds with the family’s stoic words: “Winter is coming.” On his way through the great hall, Ned crosses paths with Jaime Lannister, who says he looks forward to Ned’s arrival in King’s Landing to serve as Hand. Perhaps if Robert throws a tournament to celebrate, they could spar against each other, Jaime suggests. “I don’t fight in tournaments,” Ned replies. “Because when I fight a man for real, I don’t want him to know what I can do.” (Source: HBO)
|Arya Stark’s Story Arc|
|Introduction to House Stark||Starks greet the royal family||The feast at Winterfell||Jon and Arya say goodbye||Prince Joffrey gets mauled|
Benjen chats with Ned
[The scene shifts back to the banquet, in full raucous swing. NED is off to himself; BENJEN comes up to him.]
BENJEN: You at a feast — It’s like a bear in a trap.
NED: The boy I beheaded. Did you know him?
BENJEN: Of course I did. Just a lad. But he was tough, Ned. A true Ranger.
NED: He was talking madness. Said the Walkers slaughtered his friends.
BENJEN: The two he was with are still missing.
NED: A wildling ambush.
BENJEN: Maybe. Direwolves south of the wall. Talk of the Walkers. My brother might be the next Hand to the king. Winter is coming.
NED: Winter is coming.
ROBB: Uncle Benjen.
BENJEN: Robb boy. How are ye?
ROBB: I’m good.
The queens speaks with Sansa
[KING ROBERT gets even more bawdy with a wench.]
CATELYN (in desperation): Is this your first time in the North, Your Grace?
CERSEI: Yes. Lovely country.
[They observe SANSA.]
CATELYN: I’m sure it’s very grim, after Kings Landing. I remember how scared I was when Ned brought me up here for the first time.
[SANSA approaches and smiles shyly at CERSEI.]
CERSEI: Hello, little dove. But you are a beauty. How old are you?
SANSA: Thirteen, Your Grace.
CERSEI: You’re tall. Still growing?
SANSA: I think so, Your Grace.
CERSEI: And have you bled yet?
SANSA (discomfited): No, Your Grace.
CERSEI: And your dress. Did you make it?
[SANSA nods yes.]
CERSEI: Such talent. You must make something for me.
CERSEI (to CATELYN]: I hear we might share a grandchild someday.
CATELYN: I hear the same.
CERSEI: Your daughter will do well in the capital. Such a beauty shouldn’t stay hidden up here forever.
[SANSA and JOFFREY catch each other’s eye. JOFFREY smiles at her and she turns to her friend.]
Jaime bumps into Ned
[JAIME and NED meet up. JAIME blocks their path.]
NED: Your pardon.
JAIME: I hear we might be neighbors soon. I hope it’s true.
NED: Yes, the king has honored me with his offer.
JAIME: I’m sure we’ll have a tournament to celebrate the new title, if you accept. It would be good to have you in the field. The competition has become a bit stale.
NED: I don’t fight in tournaments.
JAIME: No? Getting a little old for it?
NED: I don’t fight in tournaments because when I fight a man for real, I don’t want him to know what I can do.
JAIME: Well said.
Arya flings food at Sansa
[ARYA flips food onto SANSA’s face.]
[CATELYN signals a laughing ROBB to deal with the girls. He hoists up ARYA.]
ROBB: Time for bed.
Follow this Story Arc: White Walker Threat