We Are The Vengeance

CRIPPLE BASTARDS AND BROKEN THINGS

HIGHBURN

Robb, Alora, Rodrik, Lucan 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 warmer welcome the last time I visited Robb

Robb: Any man of the Night's Watch is welcome here.

Yoren nods his head at him.

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

Rodrik: Watch your mouth, Imp!

Tyrion: And what have I done to ruffle your feathers, then?

Alora: Rodrik, stay calm.

Rodrik glares 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.

Lucan 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?

Gabriel Strokes; Master of Arms at Highburn enters the great hall

Gabriel: He has no memory of that

Robb: Ser Gabriel, what are you doing here?

Gabriel: Rickar sent me here to check on Bran. To see if I can lend my aid

Robb nods his head gratefully at him.

Tyrion: Curious......

Alora: Why are you here, Uncle?

Tyrion: Well I missed my favorite niece for one.

He looks at Bran

Tyrion: 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.

Gabriel: With the right horse, even someone who has lost their legs can ride.

Tyrion: A funny Master at Arms, who knew

Gabriel: Do stop talking, Imp.

Tyrion chuckles, smiling amused.

Bran: I'm not a cripple.

Tyrion: 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 unrolls 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.