The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.

“One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found.”

“May I leave you with a bit of a riddle, Lord Tyrion?” He did not wait for an an…”

“Why use a spell, where mummer's tricks will serve?”

“It is night in your Seven Kingdoms now,' the red woman went on, 'but soon the s…”