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And so, Brienne is bathing, and in comes Jaime, who at least seems to be doing a bit better post-Qyburn. And although there is another tub, Jaime goes straight for Brienne's. And I wonder again, will this be the penis we see tonight? But, no. We do not see Jaime's penis tonight.
Jaime lowers himself into the bath and immediately starts up with his old jerky schtick toward Brienne. But he quickly apologizes when she gets upset. He knows that she is his only friend.
"Let's call a truce," Jaime says.
"You need trust to have a truce."
He tells Brienne, "I trust you."
But the problem is, Brienne doesn't trust him. No one trusts Jaime. So, Jaime addresses the fact that he's hated because he's known as an Oathbreaker. Jaime talks about what exactly it meant to break an oath to the Mad King, and how breaking his oath wasn't just the right thing to do, but the only thing to do.
"He told me to bring him my father's head," Jaime tells Brienne. "Then he turned to his pyromancer, Burn them all. Burn them in their homes. Burn them in their beds. Tell me, if your precious Renly commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women and children were burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have broken your oath then? FIrst I killed the pyromancer. Then the king turned to flee and I drove my sword into his back. Burn them all, he kept saying. Burn them all. I dont think he expected to die. He meant to burn with the rest of us and rise again, be reborn as a dragon who could turn his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn't happen. That's where Ned Stark found me."
Brienne wonders why, if this were true, Jaime couldn't have just told that to Ned Stark. But Jaime, rightfully, I think, says that Ned Stark had made up his mind as soon as he saw Jaime with the dead king. Also, Jaime has enough pride not to have begged Ned Stark for understanding or forgiveness. Jaime growls out, "By what right does the wolf judge the lion?"
And then Jaime passes out and Brienne rushes to help him, crying out, "Someone help! The Kingslayer!"
"Jaime," he says, "My name's Jaime."
And that's where you see the crack of another oath, the one Brienne made to Catelyn. Because as Brienne holds this wounded, troubled man in her arms, she knows that she could let him die, but that she doesn't want to. And not because of some oath, but because it's the right thing to do.
Far away from Harrenhal, Dany and her army are on the move. Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan are bonding over war stories and their shared ambition to serve someone they believe in.
Ser Barristan says, "Just once I want to fight for someone I believe in. Do you believe in her?"
Ser Jorah looks over at Dany, "With all my heart." Which, duh. You are in love with her.
As for Dany, the Unsullied have chosen a leader. What is his name? "Grey Worm." So, you know, there are maybe better names. Dany tries to tell him that he could be named anything. But this name is important to him because it is the name he had when he became a free man. So that's nice. Where were the dragons though? That's all I ask, is for a little dragon action.
But while there was no dragon action, we did finally get a penis, Whose penis was it? Oh, no one we knew about before this episode. But it was still a perfectly decent penis. It belongs to a man who belongs to Littlefinger and beds Ser Loras in order to ply information from him. Ugh, the Queen of Thorns was spot on, the Tyrell men are useless.
But who will this information benefit? Well, we see Tyrion meet with Tywin and Cersei, a duo that immediately puts Tyrion on guard. He tries to boast to his father and says, "You'll be pleased to learn that after just one conversation with Olenna Tyrell, I've saved the crown hundreds of thousands on this wedding." Which, ha. Sure, Tyrion. That was a result of your fine negotiation tactics.
But Tywin quickly dismisses this saying, "Never mind that now, we have something important to discuss." Which, ha, again.
Basically, Tywin now knows that the Tyrells are plotting to marry Sansa to Loras. Luckily, nothing has been announced yet and so, Tywin says, since, "Plots are not public knowledge. We need to act first and kill this union in it's crib."
"And how do we do that?" Tyrion asks.
"We need to find Sansa Stark another husband," says Tywin.
"Wonderful," says Tyrion, who is still unclear about what this means.
"Yes, it is," Cersei actually glows when she smirks, it's quite lovely.
"You can't mean it!" exclaims Tyrion. That's right. Tywin intends for Tyrion to marry Sansa. Tyrion is as dismayed as his sister is elated. Her happiness lasts for but a minute because Tywin tells her, "You'll marry Ser Loras."
And Cersei explodes, "I'm Queen Regent, not some brood mare." Suddenly, Cersei's smirk vanishes.
"You're my daughter," Tywin reminds her. And, shit. I'm glad I'm not a Lannister. Or a Baratheon. Or a Stark. I'd be cool with being a Tyrell, though. But that's about it.
Just like that, though, Tywin made more promises, more oaths for his children to fulfill for some greater good. Will they keep these pacts? Will they honor their father and their family name? It seems they will because, in one way or another, they always have. Being a Lannister means more to them than the rest of it. That is the only thing they truly honor. And it is just a word. Really, it means nothing.