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Gared’s final words clearly trouble Ned, who studies the

condemned man’s face, judging his honesty.

Bran watches from afar, his head slightly cocked, trying to

make out what Gared is saying.

There is a great weariness in Ned’s eyes as he places both

hands on the hilt of his greatsword.

NED:

In the name of Robert of the House

Baratheon, the First of his Name-

As Ned delivers the formal sentence to the condemned man, Jon

Snow moves closer to Bran.

6.

JON SNOW NED (O.S.)

(whisper) King of the Andals and the

Keep the pony in hand. And First Men, Lord of the Seven

don’t look away. Father will Kingdoms and Protector of the

know if you do. Realm-

Bran keeps his pony well in hand and does not look away.

NED:

I, Eddard of the House Stark, Lord

of Winterfell and Warden of the

North, sentence you to die.

Ned lifts Ice high above his head and brings it down.

Blood sprays the swaying grass.

Gared’s head topples off the stump, bounces off a root, and

rolls. When Ned’s back is turned, Theon put his boot on the

head, kicks it away and laughs.

Jon watches this with disgust but says nothing. He turns and

grips Bran’s shoulder.

JON SNOW:

You did well.

It’s only three words, but compliments are hard to come by in

the Stark house. Bran is proud to be treated like a man, but

he cannot look away from the head lying in the tall grass.

EXT. HILLSIDE - DAY

Bran rides with his brothers, his hard-working pony trying to

keep up with the bigger horses.

JON SNOW:

I thought he was brave.

ROBB:

Brave? He was dead of fear. You

could see it in his eyes.

JON SNOW:

What would be in your eyes with

your head on the stump? He died

well. Give him that much.

Robb considers the point for a moment and shrugs, already

losing interest in the subject.

ROBB:

Race you to the bridge?

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Jon rolls his eyes as if he’s beyond such juvenile games--

then, without warning, he spurs his horse and gains a good

head start. Robb curses and follows. They gallop off down the

trail, Robb laughing and hooting, Jon silent.

Bran’s pony can’t compete in that race, so he follows slowly

behind, craning his neck to see if he can spot the winner.

NED:

You understand why I did it?

Bran turns in his saddle, startled. On his great warhorse,

Ned looms above him like a giant. Bran nods to his father.

BRAN:

Jon said he was a deserter. He was

in the Night’s Watch and he ran

away.

Even when speaking with his son, Ned constantly surveys his

surroundings, aware of his men’s positions, the possible

sites for an ambush, the angle of the sun.

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