The North Remembers

CRIPPLES, BASTARDS, AND BROKEN THINGS

WINTERFELL

Robb, Korb, Blane, Redmond, and Luwin are sitting at the high table while Tyrion and Yoren are standing in front of them.

Tyrion: I must say, I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit.

Robb: [to YOREN] Any man of the Night's Watch is welcome at Winterfell.

Yoren nods to him.

Tyrion: Any man of the Night's Watch, but not I, eh, boy?

Blane: Watch your mouth when talking to my cousin, Imp!

Tyrion: And what I done to ruffle your feathers?

Robb looks at Blane.

Robb: Blane, stay calm.

Blane looks embarrased before glancing back at Tyrion hatefully.

Robb: I'm not your boy, Lannister. I'm Lord of Winterfell while my father is away.

Tyrion: Then you might learn a lord's courtesy.

Korb: Yeah the only Lannister we like is Ashter.

Korb rolls his eyes. Hodor enters the great hall carrying Bran, followed by Theon

Tyrion: So it's true. Hello Bran. Do you remember anything about what happened?

Redmon: He has no memory of that day.

Tyrion: Curious...

Robb: Why are you here?

Tyrion: [to BRAN] Would your charming companion be so kind as to kneel? My neck is beginning to hurt.

Bran: Kneel, Hodor.

Hodor kneels.

Tyrion: Do you like to ride, Bran?

Bran: Yes. Well, I mean I did like to.

Luwin: The boy has lost the use of his legs.

Tyrion: What of it? With the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride.

Bran: I'm not a cripple.

Tyrion: [sarcastic] Then I'm not a dwarf! My father will rejoice to hear it. I have a gift for you.

He hands him a scroll containing a new saddle concept.

Tyrion: Give that to your saddler. He'll provide the rest.

Bran unfurls the scroll and starts to read.

Tyrion: You must shape the horse to the rider. Start with a yearling and teach it to respond to the reins and to the boy's voice.

Bran: Will I really be able to ride?

Tyrion: You will. On horseback you will be as tall as any of them.

Robb: Is this some kind of trick? Why do you want to help him?

Tyrion: I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things.

Bran smiles at Tyrion after he finishes looking over the plans.

Robb: You've done my brother a kindness. The hospitality of Winterfell is yours.

Tyrion: Spare me your false courtesies, Lord Stark. There's a brothel outside your walls. There I'll find a bed and both of us can sleep easier.

Blane and Korb chuckles.

CASTLE BLACK

Jon is sparring with Grenn in the courtyard. Pyp and Rast are all watching.

Jon: Leg, shoulder, leg. Left foot forward. Good. Now pivot as you deliver the stroke. Put all your weight behind it.