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Episode 160: A STORM OF SWORDS, JAIME II: "To Kneel or Not to Kneel" SHOW NOTES!

Added 2021-10-25 14:01:02 +0000 UTC

Hello and welcome to the Not A Cast … podcast: the one true chapter-by-chapter podcast going through A Song of Ice and Fire one chapter a week. I’m one of your hosts Jeff better known as BryndenBFish.

And I’m your other host Emmett, better known as PoorQuentyn.

Welcome to the one hundred and sixtieth episode of the Not A Cast, titled: “To Kneel or Not to Kneel: An Analysis of ASOS, Jaime II,” in which we return to the unambiguously best POV character in the story. Un. Am. Biguous.

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Spoiler warning: All published books, 5 novels, 3 Dunk and Egg novellas, histories, interviews, TWOW sample chapters, as well as Game of Thrones the TV show. Anything and everything!

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The Severed Head of a Targaryen Prince Rotting on the Council Walls, a small council patron, asks:

I am really wondering: Do you guys really think we won’t see any more stark kids die? I personally believe Rickon and Arya have to die before the end, if only because Jon Snow has plot armor (dying and resurrection doesn’t count) and Sansa and Bran have more roles to play. It wouldn’t be GRRM if we get to the end without any main characters dying, and Arya’s plot is going towards something very dark imho.

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But enough about patreon. When we last checked in with Jaime Lannister, the unambiguous hero and best POV of ASOIAF, he had come down a romantic river jaunt with Brienne, splashed around with his pal Robin Ryger and offered a paddle to Brienne to save her from drowning. Let’s find out more of Jaime’s heroism in this synopsis of ASOS, Jaime II!

Synopsis

Jaime was the first to spy the inn. The main building hugged the south shore where the river bent, its long low wings outstretched along the water as if to embrace travelers sailing downstream. The lower story was grey stone, the upper whitewashed wood, the roof slate. He could see stables as well, and an arbor heavy with vines. "No smoke from the chimneys," he pointed out as they approached. "Nor lights in the windows."

I am so excited to be back with Jaime. I just am, and I alone am brave enough to speak my courage.

Cleos says there were people at the inn when they were here last, but Brienne puts in that they’re probably all hiding or dead. Jaime wonders aloud if Brienne, no, sorry, gotta use her proper name: the wench is scared of dead people.

She glared at him. "My name is-"
"-Brienne, yes. Wouldn't you like to sleep in a bed for a night, Brienne? We'd be safer than on the open river, and it might be prudent to find what's happened here."

Brienne doesn’t verbalize an answer. Instead, she answers by driving the skiff towards the pier. They all roll out of this clown car of a skiff and head up the dock. As they make their way up, Jaime sees a king on his knees, his hands together in fealty/submission. Jaime loves this, and he knows this place. And what place is this?

Ser Cleos answered. "This is the Inn of the Kneeling Man, my lady. It stands upon the very spot where the last King in the North knelt before Aegon the Conqueror to offer his submission. That's him on the sign, I suppose."
"Torrhen had brought his power south after the fall of the two kings on the Field of Fire," said Jaime, "but when he saw Aegon's dragon and the size of his host, he chose the path of wisdom and bent his frozen knees."

Jaime hears horses and determines that there are multiple horses in the stables. He decides to find out who’s home. So, Jaime very normally walks up to the house and shoves the door open with his shoulder and finds himself with a loaded crossbow to the face. Behind the crossbow is a boy who demands to know “Lion, fish or wolf?” Jaime says he wants a capon instead and comments that crossbows are for cowards. Yeah, but it’ll kill you dead. Sure, but then Cleos will kill the boy dead. No one is killing anyone, Brienne says. They are here for food and drink, and they have money.

The boy crossbowman lowers his crossbow and tells them if they drop their sword belts, they might feed them. Also, you came in on a Tully sail? Um, well, they came from Riverrun, Brienne says carefully as she and Cleos drop their sword belts. Then a man walks in, noting that there’s three of them. Would they like some horsemeat? Sure. Maybe some bread too?

"Hardbread and stale oatcakes."
Jaime grinned. "Now there's an honest innkeep. They'll all serve you stale bread and stringy meat, but most don't own up to it so freely."
"I'm no innkeep. I buried him out back, with his women."
"Did you kill them?"
"Would I tell you if I did?" The man spat. "Likely it were wolves' work, or maybe lions, what's the difference? The wife and I found them dead. The way we see it, the place is ours now."

Cleos asks where this wife is, and the innkeeper who wasn’t an innkeeper says she’s not around. Also, you losers better get gone unless, of course, you have silver.

Brienne tosses a coin to his witcher. Wait, wrong series. She tosses a coin to the man, and he bites into it which becomes a thing in this series. He likes the taste. He dispatches the crossbow boy to grab some onions from the cellar. As he departs, Cleos asks if the boy is the man’s son. Nope. Just a boy. His two sons are dead. Lannisters killed the first. The flux took the other. The boy’s mom was killed by the Bloody Mummers. The innkeeper (who was not an innkeeper) directs everyone to sit down, and Jaime grumbles internally about the clink of the chains on him. He fantasizes about wrapping the chains around Brienne’s neck.

Then it’s supper time. The inkeep grills three horse steaks while the men drink ale, and Brienne drinks cider. The inkeep asks for news of Riverrun, and Cleos tells them that Hoster Tully is dying, but Edmure holds the fords against the Lannisters. Lots of war shit afoot. The inkeep asks where they’re going. King’s Landing. Well, might not be the best time for that. There’s this guy named Stannis who has a magic sword and is besieging the city.

Jaime's hands wrapped around the chain that bound his wrists, and he twisted it taut, wishing for the strength to snap it in two. Then I'd show Stannis where to sheathe his magic sword.
"I'd stay well clear of that kingsroad, if I were you," the man went on. "it's worse than bad, I hear. Wolves and lions both, and bands of broken men preying on anyone they can catch."
"Vermin," declared Ser Cleos with contempt. "Such would never dare to trouble armed men."
"Begging your pardon, ser, but I see one armed man, traveling with a woman and a prisoner in chains."
Brienne gave the cook a dark look. The wench does hate being reminded that she's a wench, Jaime reflected, twisting at the chains again. The links were cold and hard against his flesh, the iron implacable. The manacles had chafed his wrists raw.

Brienne informs everyone that she’s going to follow the Trident to Maidenpool and ride the rest of the way through Duskendale and Rosby. But the inkeep says that won’t work as the river is blocked by sunken ships and by outlaws along the road. And the Lightning Lord is about. Who? Lord Beric Dondarrion. He is called the Lightning Lord for striking so fast and then disappearing. Also, he can’t die. Suuuuure, Jaime thinks. Then we’re onto Thoros of Myr: a wizard with strange powers.

Well, he had the power to match Robert Baratheon drink for drink, and there were few enough who could say that. Jaime had once heard Thoros tell the king that he became a red priest because the robes hid the winestains so well. Robert had laughed so hard he'd spit ale all over Cersei's silken mantle. "Far be it from me to make objection," he said, "but perhaps the Trident is not our safest course."

The cook/innkeep agrees, stating that if they don’t meet Beric or Thoros, they’ll hit the Ruby Ford and Roose Bolton. Or maybe the Lannisters are there. Or no one, Brienne puts in. Uh, sure. It’s your funeral. Anyways, the innkeep says the party should head overland. Brienne doubts they can make it without horses, and Jaime says there are horses here. True, the inkeep says. Three horses. Not for sale. Suuuuuure, Jaime laughs. He’ll show them the horses, right?

Jaime is right. The inkeep shows them the three horses: a plow horse, an old white gelding and knight’s palfrey. Not for sale, of course. Brienne asks how the innkeep got the horses. The plow horse was here when the man and his wife found the inn, the gelding wandered up and the boy caught the palfrey running around with his saddle and bridle still on. The inkeep shows the bridle, and Jaime sees it’s silver, checkered black and pink. It also has bloodstains on it.

"Well, her owner won't be coming to claim her anytime soon." He examined the palfrey's legs, counted the gelding's teeth. "Give him a gold piece for the grey, if he'll include the saddle," he advised Brienne. "A silver for the plow horse. He ought to pay us for taking the white off his hands."
"Don't speak discourteously of your horse, ser." The wench opened the purse Lady Catelyn had given her and took out three golden coins. "I will pay you a dragon for each."

The innkeep balks at the gold dragon, saying he can’t ride a golden dragon to get away or eat it if he’s hungry. So, Brienne offers up the skiff as well. The innkeep requests to taste the gold. When Brienne tosses it to him, he takes a bite and thinks it tastes real enough. Back to negotiation. The innkeep can have three gold dragons and the skiff, and Brienne, Jaime and Cleos get the horses and provisions. They can have oatcakes, salt fish. It’ll cost though. Same with the beds. Everyone’s staying the night, right? Nope. The man tells them not to go out riding at night. They’ll break one of the horses’ legs. Nope. They’ll be fine with all the moonlight. The innkeep tries to negotiate then, saying coppers will do instead of silver. Cleos wants to stick around, and the innkeep says the covers are washed and cleaned. Cleos is tempted again, really wanting that bed, but Jaime has a different idea on the whole thing:

"No, coz, the wench is right. We have promises to keep, and long leagues before us. We ought ride on."
"But," said Cleos, "you said yourself-"
"Then." When I thought the inn deserted. "Now I have a full belly, and a moonlight ride will be just the thing." He smiled for the wench. "But unless you mean to throw me over the back of that plow horse like a sack of flour, someone had best do something about these irons. It's difficult to ride with your ankles chained together."

The innkeep says there’s a smithy in the back of the stable, and Brienne asks him to show him the smithy.

"Yes," said Jaime, "and the sooner the better. There's far too much horse shit about here for my taste. I would hate to step in it." He gave the wench a sharp look, wondering if she was bright enough to take his meaning.

They head out to the back, and Brienne breaks only the chains off Jaime’s legs but not Jaime’s wrists to his chagrin. The innkeep tells them to head six miles, come to the burned village, and then go southeast at the fork in the road.

Brienne thanks the man, and Jaime grumbles about how the innkeeper has more than thanks. He has their gold. Jaime is tired of being disregarded. Brienne ends up with the plow horse, Cleos with the palfrey and Jaime with the one-eyed gelding. This cancels any chance of escape for the moment.

The man and the boy came out to watch them leave. The man wished them luck and told them to come back in better times, while the lad stood silent, his crossbow under his arm. "Take up the spear or maul," Jaime told him, "they'll serve you better." The boy stared at him distrustfully. So much for friendly advice. He shrugged, turned his horse, and never looked back.

Cleos complains about not having a featherbed as they ride out. Jaime likes being mounted, even if his horse drifts to the side of his good eye. But it was good for Jaime to be mounted. He hadn’t been mounted since Robb Stark’s archers killed his destrier at the Whispering Wood. They reach the burned village and all the roads offered.

Brienne considered them briefly, and then swung her horse onto the southern road. Jaime was pleasantly surprised; it was the same choice he would have made.
"But this is the road the innkeep warned us against," Ser Cleos objected.
"He was no innkeep." She hunched gracelessly in the saddle, but seemed to have a sure seat nonetheless. "The man took too great an interest in our choice of route, and those woods . . . such places are notorious haunts of outlaws. He may have been urging us into a trap."
"Clever wench." Jaime smiled at his cousin. "Our host has friends down that road, I would venture. The ones whose mounts gave that stable such a memorable aroma."
"He may have been lying about the river as well, to put us on these horses," the wench said, "but I could not take the risk. There will be soldiers at the ruby ford and the crossroads."
Well, she may be ugly but she's not entirely stupid. Jaime gave her a grudging smile.

Love that my man is giving grudging smiles. They see a light from a towerhouse ahead, and they turn off the road, angle around the tower and come back onto the road. They shelter under some oak trees with a peaceful sky lit by a half moon.

Off in the distance, some wolves were howling. One of their horses whickered nervously. There was no other sound. The war has not touched this place, Jaime thought. He was glad to be here, glad to be alive, glad to be on his way back to Cersei.

Brienne offers to take the first watch, and Cousin Cleos is soon snoring. Jaime leans against an oak, thinks about Tyrion and Cersei and decides to find out more about Brienne. He asks if Brienne has siblings. No, Brienne was her father’s only s-child. Jaime laughs at Brienne and says that she was going to say son. She’s a weird sort of daughter.

In response, Brienne turns away, and Jaime thinks that she reminds him of Tyrion. With that thought in mind, Jaime apologizes and asks forgiveness. And that goes really well.

"Your crimes are past forgiving, Kingslayer."
"That name again." Jaime twisted idly at his chains. "Why do I enrage you so? I've never done you harm that I know of."
"You've harmed others. Those you were sworn to protect. The weak, the innocent . . . "
" . . . the king?" It always came back to Aerys. "Don't presume to judge what you do not understand, wench."
"My name is-"
"-Brienne, yes. Has anyone ever told you that you're as tedious as you are ugly?"

Brienne declares that she is not about to be provoked by Jaime, and Jaime says he’d be able to provoke her if he tried. At that, Brienne decides to interrogate Jaime.

"Why did you take the oath?" she demanded. "Why don the white cloak if you meant to betray all it stood for?"
Why? What could he say that she might possibly understand? "I was a boy. Fifteen. It was a great honor for one so young."
"That is no answer," she said scornfully.
You would not like the truth. He had joined the Kingsguard for love, of course.

The truth was that Tywin brought Cersei to King’s Landing, hoping to marry her to either Viserys or Rhaegar if Elia died in childbirth. Jaime was a squire to Ser Sumner Crakehall and earned his knighthood fighting against the Kingswood Brotherhood. Afterwards, he stopped by King’s Landing to see Cersei. And Cersei told him that Tywin planned to marry Jaime to Lysa. But if Jaime took the white cloak, wellllll, then they’d be close. And hey wouldn’t you know it, but there was a vacancy in the Kingsguard as Ser Harland Garndison died peacefully in his sleep. Aerys would want a young man to replace that old sap. How about Jaime?

"Father will never consent," Jaime objected.
"The king won't ask him. And once it's done, Father can't object, not openly. Aerys had Ser Ilyn Payne's tongue torn out just for boasting that it was the Hand who truly ruled the Seven Kingdoms. The captain of the Hand's guard, and yet Father dared not try and stop it! He won't stop this, either."
"But," Jaime said, "there's Casterly Rock . . . "
"Is it a rock you want? Or me?"

Jaime remembers the night well. They did lots of sex, and Jaime thought Casterly Rock was a small price to pay to be by Cersei. Later, a raven arrived at Casterly Rock, informing Jaime that he had been chosen to join the Kingsguard. He was to present himself at the Tourney of Harrenhal to say his vows. That had freed him of Lysa, but Tywin was pissed. He resigned the Handship and headed back to Casterly Rock with Cersei in tow. So, the scheme hadn’t worked, and Jaime stood guard over a mad king while four lesser dudes tried to be Hand

So swiftly did the Hands rise and fall that Jaime remembered their heraldry better than their faces. The horn-of-plenty Hand and the dancing griffins Hand had both been exiled, the mace-and-dagger Hand dipped in wildfire and burned alive. Lord Rossart had been the last. His sigil had been a burning torch; an unfortunate choice, given the fate of his predecessor, but the alchemist had been elevated largely because he shared the king's passion for fire. I ought to have drowned Rossart instead of gutting him.

All this time while Jaime was reminiscing, Brienne is still there waiting for his answer. So, Jaime says that Brienne didn’t know Aerys II Targaryen. She admits that Aerys was mad and cruel. But Jaime had sworn to protect him.

Jaime knows what he swore. Brienne stands over him in disapproval over what he did. Jaime comments that they’re both kingslayers. Whoa, wait a minute. Brienne never killed Renly. She would kill anyone who says that she killed Renly. Really? That’s what Cleos says. Kill him? And kill lots of people who are spreading the tale.

"Lies. Lady Catelyn was there when His Grace was murdered, she saw. There was a shadow. The candles guttered and the air grew cold, and there was blood-"
"Oh, very good." Jaime laughed. "Your wits are quicker than mine, I confess it. When they found me standing over my dead king, I never thought to say, 'No, no, it wasn't me, it was a shadow, a terrible cold shadow.' " He laughed again. "Tell me true, one kingslayer to another-did the Starks pay you to slit his throat, or was it Stannis? Had Renly spurned you, was that the way of it? Or perhaps your moon's blood was on you. Never give a wench a sword when she's bleeding."

Jaime thinks that Brienne is going to strike him, and he thinks that he can snatch the dagger from her. But Brienne doesn’t move. She a

"It is a rare and precious gift to be a knight," she said, "and even more so a knight of the Kingsguard. It is a gift given to few, a gift you scorned and soiled."
A gift you want desperately, wench, and can never have. "I earned my knighthood. Nothing was given to me. I won a tourney at thirteen, when I was yet a squire. At fifteen, I rode with Ser Arthur Dayne against the Kingswood Brotherhood, and he knighted me on the battlefield. It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around. So spare me your envy. It was the gods who neglected to give you a cock, not me."

Jaime knows the look Brienne gives him. It’s loathing. She would totally kill him save for her vows. But he kind-of respects that she’s open about her loathing. Brienne heads out, and Jaime falls asleep hoping to dream of Cersei. Instead, he dreams of Aerys, pacing in his throne room covered in scabs and fresh cuts as he always cut himself on the throne.

The golden armor, not the white, but no one ever remembers that. Would that I had taken off that damned cloak as well.
When Aerys saw the blood on his blade, he demanded to know if it was Lord Tywin's. "I want him dead, the traitor. I want his head, you'll bring me his head, or you'll burn with all the rest. All the traitors. Rossart says they are inside the walls! He's gone to make them a warm welcome. Whose blood? Whose?"
"Rossart's," answered Jaime.

Aerys’ eyes grew massive then, and he shit himself as he ran for the Iron Throne. Jaime pulled Aerys off the throne and slit his throat. He thought that was too easy. Kings should die harder than that. Rossart had anyways, trying to fight back all alchemist-like.

Ser Elys Westerling and Lord Crakehall had come into the throne room and saw the end of it. So, Jaime knows they’ll know who to assign the praise or blame. And he knows from their looks that he’s going to be blamed. Roland Crakehall told him that the castle and city belong to the Lannisters. Half-true. Targ loyalists were dying as Amory Lorch and Gregor Clegane were scaling the walls of Maegor’s Holdfast, and Ned Stark and his army were coming into the city. Anyways, what are Jaime’s orders?

"Tell them the Mad King is dead," he commanded. "Spare all those who yield and hold them captive."

Should they maybe proclaim a new king? Jaime knows what they’re asking. Should they proclaim Tywin or Robert? Maybe Viserys? Maybe Jaime? Jaime looked down at Aerys’ blood pooling around the body.

"Proclaim who you bloody well like," he told Crakehall. Then he climbed the Iron Throne and seated himself with his sword across his knees, to see who would come to claim the kingdom. As it happened, it had been Eddard Stark.
You had no right to judge me either, Stark.
In his dreams the dead came burning, gowned in swirling green flames. Jaime danced around them with a golden sword, but for every one he struck down two more arose to take his place.
Brienne woke him with a boot in the ribs. The world was still black, and it had begun to rain. They broke their fast on oatcakes, salt fish, and some blackberries that Ser Cleos had found, and were back in the saddle before the sun came up.

And that is the synopsis of ASOS, Jaime II. God, I love Jaime chapters. What did you think, ser?

Depth

This is a transitional chapter for Jaime, which makes sense. His first chapter established him as a POV, but we need to spend more time with him (and Brienne) before things get real bad real fast with the Bloody Mummers. We need a sense of the emotional stakes as well as the physical ones, and that’s what this chapter provides. We see how Jaime responds to Brienne’s contempt for him. We see how he navigates the treacherous environment of Westeros at war. Above all, we see how he relates to himself: his memories, his dreams, the fragmented self-image that results from them. We come out of this chapter with a deeper understanding of how Jaime’s mind works; that’s what makes it so effective when he loses his hand and everything changes.

This is my favorite type of Jaime chapter. Jaime and Brienne’s bickering, Jaime exercising a surprising intelligence, an inn, Jaime and Brienne sparring over what it means to be a knight and a ton of fascinating backstory work for the end of Robert’s Rebellion. In a way, the end of this chapter is a response to AGOT, Eddard III where Ned remembers Jaime on the Iron Throne. In another way, this chapter works as a prologue of sorts to Jaime V and the revelations at the Harrenhal bath scene, and that is one of the best chapters of the entire series. But did I mention the inn? Because you know it’s a good chapter when half of it takes place in an inn.

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Torrhen bending the knee to Aegon might foreshadow Jon, as King in the North, bending the knee to Daenerys.

Jaime mentions Aerys’ “horn of plenty” Hand--Owen Merryweather, whose grandson Orton will become important in AFFC. He also mentions the “dancing griffin” Hand, who’s even more important--that’s Jon Connington. George clearly came up with JonCon while writing ASOS, as he’s mentioned multiple times.

Jaime fantasizes about strangling Brienne with his chains which serves as immediate foreshadowing for how Tyrion will strangle Shae with the Hand’s chain. But it may be foreshadowing for how Jaime will strangle the anti-Brienne: Cersei. In a fun way, “hands of gold” that we see in Tyrion’s chapters foreshadow Jaime’s strangling of Cersei while “strangle with chains” from Jaime’s chapters foreshadow Tyrion’s actions.

We get reminded here not only of Beric Dondarrion, but his partner-in-crime Thoros of Myr; Jaime tells us about his reputation as Robert’s drinking buddy, so we recognize the change in him when Arya sees him beneath the hollow hill.

Theory/Discussion

How did Cersei arrange for Jaime to join the Kingsguard?

Conclusion


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