I am the sword in the darkness.

I am the watcher on the walls.

I need the gold cloaks.

I was named in the light of the Seven,

I paid the bastard back, Ned.

I want the funeral feast to be the biggest the Kingdoms ever saw.

I am the shield that guards the realms of men.

I know the truth Jon Arryn died for.

I have a dry red from the Arbor -

I fear Lord Renly has left the city.

I wish to be crowned within the fortnight.

I mean, why not? I'd read all the stories.

I'm afraid I am not worthy of the vintage.

speared him through the leg before I could finish him.

I do hope the poor lad does not blame himself.

I pledge my life and honour to the Night's Watch,

[Speaks Dothraki] *Sorfo athyolari anni.* The dirts of my birth. [[The dirt where I was born.]]

Chances are I won't be nearby the next time that happens.

And I want everyone to taste the boar that got me.

with the opinions of the sheep.