In a field next to a river, off from where everyone else is.
Mycah: I'll get you!
Sansa Stark: Arya!
Arya Stark: What are you doing here? Go away.
Joffrey Baratheon: Your sister? And who are you, boy?
Mycah: Mycah, my Lord.
Sansa Stark: He the butcher's boy.
Arya Stark: He's my friend.
Joffrey Baratheon: A butcher's boy who wants to be a Knight, eh? Pick up your sword, butcher's boy. Let's see how good you are.
Mycah: She asked me to, my Lord. She asked me to.
Joffrey Baratheon: I'm your prince, not your lord, and I said pick up your sword.
Mycah: It's not a sword, my prince. It's only a stick.
Joffrey Baratheon: And you're not a Knight. Only a butcher's boy. That was my lady's sister you were hitting, do you know that?
Arya Stark: Stop it!
Sansa Stark: Arya, stay out of this.
Joffrey Baratheon: I won't hurt him... Much. Filthy little bitch!
Sansa Stark: No no, stop it, stop it, both of you. You're spoiling it. You're spoiling everything!
Joffrey Baratheon: I'll gut you, you little cunt!
Arya then steps in and fights with Joffrey, disarming him and putting him on his back. Her direwolf sees this as a thread and runs in to defend.
Arya Stark: Nymeria!
Sansa Stark: Arya!
Joffrey Baratheon: Please don't.
Sansa Stark: Arya, leave him alone. My prince, my poor prince, look what they did to you. Stay here, I'll go back to the inn and bring help.
Joffrey Baratheon: Then go! Don't touch me.
A hunt has begun for the direwolf that attacked Joffrey.
Arya hidden from everyone telling her direwolf to leave.
Arya Stark: You've got to go. They'll kill you for what you did to Joffrey. Go on... run. Go! Leave now!
Soldier 2: It's a direwolf.
Soldier 1: I'll check down here.
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