[Scene shifts to grand entry of the king’s horses and men. ARYA, wearing a helm and cloak, pushes her way into a tall wagon for a better look. In rides JOFFREY, followed by the HOUND. The other Starks wait in a greeting line.]
CATELYN: Where’s Arya? Sansa, where’s your sister?
[More riders with banners. ARYA scoots past her parents to get in the receiving line.]
NED: Hey,, hey, hey, hey. What are you doing with that on? [Pulls off ARYA’s helm]
ARYA (pushing BRAN): Move!
[JOFFREY rides up, SANSA smiles at him, ROBB glares at JOFFREY. The HOUND pulls up his helm. The coach carrying CERSEI lumbers in, followed by KING ROBERT. All kneel. ROBERT heaves himself off his horse. NED looks shocked at the sight of his old friend, now fat and red-faced. ROBERT signals for all to rise and looks at NED.]
NED: Your Grace.
ROBERT: You’ve got fat.
[NED gives ROBERT a “What about you?” look. They start laughing.]
ROBERT: Nine years. Why haven’t I seen you? Where the hell have you been?
NED: Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.
ARYA: Where’s the Imp?
SANSA: Will you shut up?
ROBERT: Who have we here? You must be Robb. (To Sansa) My, you’re a pretty one. (To Arya) Your name is?
ARYA: Arya.
ROBERT (to BRAN) Ooh. Show us your muscles. You’ll be a soldier.
[JAIME removes his helm.]
ARYA: That’s Jaime Lannister. The queen’s twin brother.
SANSA: Would you please shut up.
[CERSEI approaches.]
CATELYN: My queen.
ROBERT: Take me to your crypt. I want to pay my respects.
CERSEI: We’ve been riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait.
ROBERT: Ned.
ARYA: Where’s the Imp?
[CERSEI, humiliated in front of all, walks back to JAIME.]
CERSEI: Where is our brother? Go find the little beast.
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