Like every other reunion this episode, there’s a lot of verbal dancing around the other, sliding in jabs about past affronts but also offering side-smiled remarks of backhanded admiration. Sansa and Tyrion, former spouses who have never, by the way, formally or informally annulled their forcefully arranged marriage, are back together on the Winterfell battlements, where Tyrion rightfully points out that Sansa kind of left him in the lurch by disappearing at the exact moment Joffrey was murdered. It’s a very funny joke to wargs.)Īs for reunions, we’ve got plenty. But what he lacks in dinner party small talk he makes up for in a joke! Jon: “You’re a man.” Bran: “Almost.” Ha! (Get it? He’s only kinda half human now. Bran, in his typical deadpan three-eyed raven fashion, insists on ruining a perfectly lovely family moment by interjecting that there is no time to waste, that the Wall has fallen, and the Army of the Dead is coming. (“Arya, where the hell have you been and how did you become a master swordsman over the past seven years? Please, share even one detail of the obviously harrowing journey that began when you were a mere girl and ended with you turning into a vengeful psychopath.”) Arya looks even happier to see Jon than she usually does while murdering people.
When he last saw Arya he handed her Needle, with the now slightly ironic advice that she “stick with the pointy end.” The siblings’ (err, supposed siblings) reunions are as joyful as you might expect-especially considering how beautifully Jon once protected and doted on them-though strangely detail-free. When Jon last saw Bran, the boy was in a coma. The (few living) Starks have finally reassambled at Winterfell, where they haven’t been all together since before Jon left for the Night’s Watch and the shit hit the fan. Still, this episode lays its chips out admirably. Martin himself, and of course, their endgame. Except, where the first episode (and season) operated with a kind of “this can go anywhere” whimsy, the showrunners are now beholden to a legion of fans, George R.R. Like that episode, this one was all about set-up, putting the chess figures in the right spots so they can attack at a moment’s notice. And don’t forget that artistic array of body parts, courtesy of the White Walkers, exactly like GOT’s first-ever opener. Sansa pouted in a jealous huff just as marvellously as she did when Arya shot a spoonful of slop across the table at her during King Robert’s feast at Winterfell. There was Gendry, back swinging his hammer in the forge.
The Game of Thrones showrunners promised us that this last season would have echoes of the first, and it did. Those two are much older, wiser, far more serious, and filled with the unhappy knowledge brought about by adulthood and experience. Of course, this time it isn’t Bran gazing out in wonder, and it isn’t Arya scampering underfoot, in awe of the fighting men and their swords.
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The final season of Game of Thrones starts where this whole madcap, fire-infatuated, snow-covered, incest-propaganda-film of a series originally began: at Winterfell, with a royal procession, and a small boy climbing to take in the sights, his eyes large at the sight of thousands of Unsullied marching through the gates.
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