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Episode 148: A CLASH OF KINGS, TYRION XV: "King of Ashes" SHOW NOTES!

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Welcome to the one hundred and forty-eighth episode of the Not A Cast, titled: “King of Ashes: An Analysis of ACOK, Tyrion XV,” in which Tyrion has some good dreams, some bad dreams, and then wakes up in his shitty, shitty reality.

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Synopsis

He dreamed of a cracked stone ceiling and the smells of blood and shit and burnt flesh. The air was full of acrid smoke. Men were groaning and whimpering all around him, and from time to time a scream would pierce the air, thick with pain. When he tried to move, he found that he had fouled his own bedding. The smoke in the air made his eyes water. Am I crying? He must not let his father see. He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock. A lion, I must be a lion, live a lion, die a lion. He hurt so much, though. Too weak to groan, he lay in his own filth and shut his eyes. Nearby someone was cursing the gods in a heavy, monotonous voice. He listened to the blasphemies and wondered if he was dying. After a time the room faded.

In the dream or real world, Tyrion finds himself outside of King’s Landing with ravens circling and crows and maggots eating the dead. Silent Sisters strip the bodies of their clothes and toss the dead onto funeral pyres.

My work, thought Tyrion Lannister. They died at my command.
At first there was no sound in the world, but after a time he began to hear the voices of the dead, soft and terrible. They wept and moaned, they begged for an end to pain, they cried for help and wanted their mothers. Tyrion had never known his mother. He wanted Shae, but she was not there. He walked alone amidst grey shadows, trying to remember . . .

The silent sisters continue to strip dead men of all their beautiful, colorful armor and surcoats and replace it with white and gray with black blood bleeding through the bleached colors. And then the bodies of the slain are tossed into funeral pyres. There were so many dead - they had black hearts, gray lions, dead flowers and ghostly stags sewn onto them. Their armor was beaten up, and Tyrion knew why he killed them, but now he’s forgotten.

Tyrion tries to ask one of the silent sisters, but he has no mouth to speak. Skin covers his teeth, and he’s terrified that he won’t have a mouth. He runs towards the city to escape the dead, but when he reaches the city gates, they are locked. He wakes up in the dark, unable to see anything. Tyrion realizes he’s in bed, his own bed of sorts. But he feels feverish and weak. He feels pain when he tries to move his arm, but he can’t really feel the rest of his body. Tyrion tries to remember how he ended up here, and he remembers flashes of the Battle of the Blackwater, and then he remembers someone at the battle:

Ser Mandon. He saw the dead empty eyes, the reaching hand, the green fire shining against the white enamel plate. Fear swept over him in a cold rush; beneath the sheets he could feel his bladder letting go. He would have cried out, if he'd had a mouth. No, that was the dream, he thought, his head pounding. Help me, someone help me. Jaime, Shae, Mother, someone . . . Tysha . . .

But no one hears or comes. He falls back to sleep in his bed of piss. He dreams of Cersei and Lord Tywin standing over the bed. This was definitely a dream, because Tywin was far away. Varys and Littlefinger show up, and he can hear their voices but not the words. He realizes that the Lannisters won the battle as his head isn’t on a spike, and he gets nearly-giddy that his wits are still present. The next time he wakes up, he finds Podrick Payne standing over him. Pod sees Tyrion’s eyes open and runs away. Tyrion tries to call after the boy, but he can’t as he has no mouth, or more accurately, his mouth is bandaged over.

Pod returns with a maester who tells Tyrion to stay still. But would Tyrion like a nice little drink? Tyrion nods, and the maester inserts a funnel through a hole in the bandage. Too late, Tyrion realizes this is milk of the poppy, and he passes out.

This time he dreamed he was at a feast, a victory feast in some great hall. He had a high seat on the dais, and men were lifting their goblets and hailing him as hero. Marillion was there, the singer who'd journeyed with them through the Mountains of the Moon. He played his woodharp and sang of the Imp's daring deeds. Even his father was smiling with approval. When the song was over, Jaime rose from his place, commanded Tyrion to kneel, and touched him first on one shoulder and then on the other with his golden sword, and he rose up a knight. Shae was waiting to embrace him. She took him by the hand, laughing and teasing, calling him her giant of Lannister.

Tyrion wakes in darkness again, and he knows that something is wrong. He tries to sit up in his lonely room, but it was too much pain to do so. So, he slumps back down. He realizes his entire right side is in agonizing pain, and he thinks that he’s more hurt than he remembered. Was that Mandon Moore’s fault? The thought of Mandon Moore makes Tyrion afraid, but he refuses to push the memory aside. Mandon Moore had tried to kill Tyrion. But Pod saved him. P.S. where’s Pod?

Tyrion reaches up and rips the drapes down, but he finds that effort dizzying. He realizes that he’s not in the Tower of the Hand. He’s been moved, and he thinks they’ve brought him to this room to die. He passes out again.

In his dream, Tyrion flashes back to a cottage by the sunset sea where Tysha teases Tyrion about being a lazy servant for not feeding the fire. Tysha states that lazy servants get beaten at Casterly Rock, but Tyrion insists that lazy servants get kissed at Casterly Rock. I wonder who’s telling it true here. Real mystery. Tyrion then proceeds to kiss Tysha’s fingers, wrists, the insides of her elbows, ears, cheeks, noses hair, chins and then mouths. They would kiss for days, exploring each others’ bodies. And then they would both declare how they would love all parts of each other. Tysha loves Tyrion’s face and his cock, especially when it’s inside of her.

"It loves you too, my lady."
"I love to say your name. Tyrion Lannister. It goes with mine. Not the Lannister, t'other part. Tyrion and Tysha. Tysha and Tyrion. Tyrion. My lord Tyrion . . . "
Lies, he thought, all feigned, all for gold, she was a whore, Jaime's whore, Jaime's gift, my lady of the lie. Her face seemed to fade away, dissolving behind a veil of tears, but even after she was gone he could still hear the faint, far-off sound of her voice, calling his name. " . . . my lord, can you hear me? My lord? Tyrion? My lord? My lord?"

Tyrion wakes up to a soft pink face that was not Tysha’s over him. It’s the maester, and he wants to know if Tyrion wants his milk. The maester leans in too close, and then Tyrion grabs the chain and starts strangling the maester, telling him he wants no more milk of the poppy. The maester’s face goes purple, and then Tyrion lets go. Tyrion raises his hands to his face to indicate that he wants the bandages off, but the maester is reluctant, because the queen wouldn’t like that. He threatens to crush the maester if he doesn’t do as Tyrion bids. The maester warns against it but heads out of the room and brings a knife back to cut the bandages away.

After a few minutes of sawing, Tyrion feels cool air on his cheeks. The maester tells Tyrion that he needs to clean the wound, and it will hurt. And sure enough, it does hurt. The maester maintains that it would have been better to leave the mask on until the wound healed more, but he admits that the wound looks clean. They weren’t sure Tyrion was going to make it originally when he had been found among the dead and dying in a cellar. Plus, Tyrion had broken a rib and had an arrow wound to his arm. But the maggots and boiling wine had saved Tyrion’s life.

Tyrion demands to know a name. Not his name though. The maester’s name. He’s Maester Ballabar. Okay Maester Ballabar, get Tyrion a mirror. Ballabar recommends against that, but Tyrion demands, and the maester relents. Also, Tyrion wants something to drink: wine, not milk of the poppy.

The maester rose flush-faced and hurried off. He came back with a flagon of pale amber wine and a small silvered looking glass in an ornate golden frame. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he poured half a cup of wine and held it to Tyrion's swollen lips. The trickle went down cool, though he could hardly taste it. "More," he said when the cup was empty. Maester Ballabar poured again. By the end of the second cup, Tyrion Lannister felt strong enough to face his face.
He turned over the glass, and did not know whether he ought to laugh or cry. The gash was long and crooked, starting a hair under his left eye and ending on the right side of his jaw. Three-quarters of his nose was gone, and a chunk of his lip. Someone had sewn the torn flesh together with catgut, and their clumsy stitches were still in place across the seam of raw, red, half-healed flesh. "Pretty," he croaked, flinging the glass aside.

And now Tyrion remembers the bridge of boats, Ser Mandon Moore and the sword he tried to use against Tyrion. Mandon was the most dangerous of the Kingsguard, but Tyrion had hoped he wasn’t one of Cersei’s creatures, but Cersei must have paid him to try to kill him.

Ballabar says that Tyrion will most likely have a scar, which duh. Tyrion would have a scar and only half a nose. Where is Tyrion BTW? Maegor’s Holdfast above Cersei’s Ballroom. Cersei wanted Tyrion close to so-totally watch over him. Yeah. Tyrion is quite sure she did. But now he wants to go back to his chambers in the Tower of the Hand. Well, that’s not quite possible. The King’s Hand is there.

"I. Am. King's Hand." He was growing exhausted by the effort of speaking, and confused by what he was hearing.
Maester Ballabar looked distressed. "No, my lord, I . . . you were wounded, near death. Your lord father has taken up those duties now. Lord Tywin, he . . . "
"Here?"
"Since the night of the battle. Lord Tywin saved us all. The smallfolk say it was King Renly's ghost, but wiser men know better. It was your father and Lord Tyrell, with the Knight of Flowers and Lord Littlefinger. They rode through the ashes and took the usurper Stannis in the rear. It was a great victory, and now Lord Tywin has settled into the Tower of the Hand to help His Grace set the realm to rights, gods be praised."
"Gods be praised," Tyrion repeated hollowly.

So, Tywin was truly here at King’s Landing. So, who does Tyrion want? Not Shae, Varys, Bronn or Ser Jacelyn. He wants Podrick Payne who saved his life. Ballabar heads off to find Pod as Tyrion feels weakness flowing back into him. But he can’t sleep, or Cersei will get him for good.

Podrick shows up, apologizing for not staying by Tyrion’s side, but the maester sent him away. Tyrion wants Ballabar sent away now. He wants Frenken here, and he wants his guard to include Bronn.

"They made him a knight."
Even frowning hurt. "Find him. Bring him."
"As you say. My lord. Bronn."

Tyrion asks after Ser Mandon, and Pod starts sputtering that he never meant to you know, k-k-k. But Tyrion just wants to know if he’s dead. Yes. He drowned.

"Good. Say nothing. Of him. Of me. Any of it. Nothing."
By the time his squire left, the last of Tyrion's strength was gone as well. He lay back and closed his eyes. Perhaps he would dream of Tysha again. I wonder how she'd like my face now, he thought bitterly.

And that is the synopsis for ACOK, Tyrion XV. Among these POV conclusions for ACOK, Tyrion’s is the one that feels the most like a chapter where George simply broke the Tyrion chapters he had already written and chose this one as his conclusions for ACOK. What did you think, ser?

Depth

Tyrion’s storyline in ACOK parallels Ned’s story in AGOT. Both of them Hands of the King, protagonist of their respective books, each with fifteen chapters tracing their rise and fall. Ned’s ninth chapter featured an action scene in the streets (Jaime’s ambush); so did Tyrion’s ninth chapter in this book (the bread riots). In Ned’s twelfth chapter, he has a one-on-one showdown with Cersei; so does Tyrion in his twelfth chapter. Now we arrive at the end to find one more parallel. Ned’s fifteenth and final chapter, as we covered back in the day with our friend Lauren aka ShakesOfThrones, is a bittersweet epilogue. Our hero is wounded and alone in the dark, hallucinating confrontations with the events and people that have shaped him. Lo and behold, Tyrion’s fifteenth and final chapter works the same way! It’s a fevre dream. Between the battle and the milk of the poppy, Tyrion is left unstuck in time and space, wandering through the past, the present, and the projected future. Ned, of course, was winding down the clock to death. At the end of Tyrion’s storyline, he has to literally face himself, and prepare to live once more.

Love that strain of parallel-storytelling that George does between Ned and Tyrion and AGOT and ACOK. It’s wonderful stuff that you’ve been pointing out throughout our journey with Tyrion in ACOK. The early parts of the chapter with Tyrion having skin sewn over his teeth and the bleached colors from the battle work as metaphorical storytelling similar to what we see in Dany’s penultimate chapter in AGOT with her visions after entering MMD’s tent.

Along that same strand of parallel storytelling, we entered ACOK with Tyrion thinking he could do better than Ned Stark, that he wouldn’t make the same mistakes that Ned did. And yet, here Tyrion is having trusted Mandon Moore much as Ned trusted Littlefinger, and he’s alone in the dark, only saved by the quick-thinking of Podrick Payne. In terms of storytelling, Tyrion has gone on a journey in ACOK, but he started at near the top of the game of thrones. And now he’s here at the bottom, cast away in sheol. That’s the physical part of the journey. The emotional journey has paralleled the physical journey too. Tyrion is forgotten, barely mentioned in the ceremony Sansa witnessed. And soon, his role in saving King’s Landing will be airbrushed entirely by Tywin. This is a physical and emotional tragedy for Tyrion, and as we head into ASOS, this is laying a significant foundation for Tyrion’s clear villainous turn.

'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Tyrion will strangle Shae in a similar manner to how he strangles Maester Ballabar.

Tywin and Cersei do indeed visit Tyrion as Tywin will relay to Tyrion in his first chapter in ASOS: Spare me these coy reproaches, Tyrion. I visited your sickbed as often as Maester Ballabar would allow it, when you seemed like to die

Tyrion might be guilty for even more deaths in King’s Landing later via Dany.

Theory/Discussion

This chapter has Maester Ballabar telling Tyrion that Tywin has now taken residence in the Tower of the Hand, effectively ending Tyrion’s tenure as Hand of the King. Given this, what do we make, ultimately, of Tyrion Lannister as Hand of the King and was he a better or worse Hand than Ned Stark?

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