War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
Arya Stark: Only 'cause you lied.
Syrio Forel: My tongue lied.
My eyes shouted the truth.
You were not seeing.
Arya Stark: I was so. I watched, but you...
Syrio Forel: Watching is not seeing, dead girl.
The seeing, the true seeing, that is the heart of swordplay.
The Kingsguard approaches.
Meryn Trant: Arya Stark, come with us.
Your father wants to see you.
Syrio Forel: And why is it that Lord Eddard is sending Lannister men in place of his own? I am wondering.
Meryn Trant: Mind your place, dancing master.
This is no concern of yours.
Arya Stark: My father wouldn't send you.
As she picks up her wooden stick from the ground, she says.
Arya Stark: And I don't have to go with you if I don't want.
Maryn Trant: Take her.
Syrio Forel: Are you men or snakes, that you would threaten a child?
Kings guard: Get out of my way, little man.
Syrio Forel: I am Syrio Forel.
Kings guard: Foreign bastard.
The Kings guard draws his sword. Before he can strike, Syrio hits him with his wooden stick. Knocking him out.
Syrio Forel: And you will be speaking to me with more respect.
Meryn Trant: Kill the Braavosi. Bring the girl.
Syrio Forel: Arya child, we are done with dancing for the day.
Run to your father.
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
War of Music, War of Music
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