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Episode 98: A CLASH OF KINGS, ARYA IV: "Death March" SHOW NOTES!

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 ninety-eighth episode of the Not A Cast, titled: “Death March: An Analysis of ACOK, Arya VI,” in which Arya bears witness to war crimes before being enslaved and force-marched to Harrenhal, a castle even Dracula would call over the top. Gonna be a fun episode! 

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But enough about patreon. When we last left Arya Stark, she, Hot Pie and Gendry had just been taken captive by Gregor Clegane at lake town. Let’s see what befalls Arya in this synopsis of ACOK, Arya VI.

Synopsis

Fear cuts deeper than swords, Arya would tell herself, but that did not make the fear go away. 

Welcome to the happiest chapter in A Clash of Kings, everyone. Okay. It’s actually one of the most horrible chapters in ASOIAF. So, in all seriousness, please be aware that this chapter and my synopsis will include depictions of rape, violence against children and mental/physical torture. So, if you need to step away from this chapter, you’ll receive no shame from us.

Arya had learned fear on the road to Harrenhal, but before they even departed from the village she was taken prisoner in, she had learned the true nature of fear.

Eight days she had lingered there before the Mountain gave the command to march, and every day she had seen someone die. 

The Mountain would daily come into the storehouse and pick someone new to “interrogate.” The smallfolk wouldn’t look him in the eye, perhaps hoping that this would result in them not being picked. But it didn’t matter. They got picked too. A girl who had “shared a soldier’s bed for three days” was picked on the fourth day. The soldier said nothing. Another old man claimed that he was all-for-Joffrey, and that his son was serving in King’s Landing. He got picked on the fifth day. A mom revealed everything to the Mountain in exchange for them sparing her daughter. But then Gregor picked her daughter the next day to ensure that the woman held nothing back.

The ones chosen were questioned in full view of the other captives, so they could see the fate of rebels and traitors. A man the others called the Tickler asked the questions. His face was so ordinary and his garb so plain that Arya might have thought him one of the villagers before she had seen him at his work. “Tickler makes them howl so hard they piss themselves,” old stoop-shoulder Chiswyck told them. He was the man she’d tried to bite, who’d called her a fierce little thing and smashed her head with a mailed fist. Sometimes he helped the Tickler. Sometimes others did that. Ser Gregor Clegane himself would stand motionless, watching and listening, until the victim died. 
The questions were always the same. Was there gold hidden in the village? Silver, gems? Was there more food? Where was Lord Beric Dondarrion? Which of the village folk had aided him? When he rode off, where did he go? How many men were with them? How many knights, how many bowmen, how many men-at-arms? How were they armed? How many were horsed? How many were wounded? What other enemy had they seen? How many? When? What banners did they fly? Where did they go? Was there gold hidden in the village? Silver, gems? Where was Lord Beric Dondarrion? How many men were with him?

The questions brought a little gold, a little silver, a sack of copper pennies and a goblet. And the information gleaned about Lord Beric Dondarrion was contradictory. Yet no one survived the Tickler. Man, woman or child. 

Arya hates herself for not doing anything about the evil occurring. But worse, she hates herself for not being brave like a water dancer, like Syrio Forel. She was nearly as sheep-like as the villagers. Worse, the secret she’d been guarding since the end of A Game of Thrones had come out. She was not, in fact, a boy. She was a girl. That had come out on the road to Harrenhal to Hot Pie’s astonishment.

Meanwhile, the Lannister goons allow no one to talk. Arya got punched in the face to remind her of that. But she had it lucky. A three year old boy wouldn’t stop calling for his dad; so, they smashed his face in with a spiked mace and then murdered the screaming mother. 

Arya watched them die and did nothing. What good did it do you to be brave? One of the women picked for questioning had tried to be brave, but she had died screaming like all the rest. There were no brave people on that march, only scared and hungry ones.

Those brutalized were mostly women, children and very young or very old men. The rest had been left hanging on the gibbet to be savaged by wolves. Gendry only survived because he was too valuable as a smith. 

In a speech just prior to departing the lake town, Gregor Clegane had told the villagers that they were being given a second chance from committing their treasons. They would serve Lord Tywin Lannister at Harrenhal. The smallfolk had whispered the night after that they hadn’t done treason. The Brotherhood without Banners just took what they wanted and moved on. And sure. They didn’t hurt anyone, but their “payment” was a laughable scrap of paper. An old man declares that none of this would have happened if the old king was around. When Arya asks if he means Robert, the old man replies no, no. Aerys. He got his last two teeth punched out for that.

Before departing the lake town, Gregor and his boys had packed lots of forage to bring to Harrenhal, i.e. food they stole from the smallfolk. Then they left for Harrenhal, but the horrors didn’t end at the village. Every night, the women were raped by Gregor’s soldiers. Arya observes that the women all expected this. One pretty girl was raped over and over again each night by four or five separate guardsmen. Finally, she took a rock to one of Gregor’s men, and the Mountain beheaded her for it and left the rest of her body for the wolves.

Arya had gotten to know all of the Mountain’s Men in the time they’d been together. It was necessary for her survival. She had to know who was lazy, cruel, smart, stupid. She learned that one soldier named Shitmouth cursed something crazy, but he gave another piece of bread if you asked. Others like the quieter Raff and the jolly Chiswyck would backhand the peasants. 

Arya nourishes the hate she has for all of Mountain’s men, but she extends that hate to all the people who’ve done her and her family evil in the past, encapsulating everything into her famous prayer:

Every night Arya would say their names. “Ser Gregor,” she’d whisper to her stone pillow.
“Dunsen, Polliver, Chiswyck, Raff the Sweetling. The Tickler and the Hound. Ser Amory, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, King Joffrey, Queen Cersei.” Back in Winterfell, Arya had prayed with her mother in the sept and with her father in the godswood, but there were no gods on the road to Harrenhal, and her names were the only prayer she cared to remember. 

Every day the party marches, but then the forest thinned, and they came into a land of rolling hills, streams, fields and of course “husks of burnt holdfasts”. The massive towers of Harrenhal then appear in the distance. The smallfolk try to reassure each other that it’ll be better in Harrenhal, but Arya isn’t so sure. She’s heard all the stories that Old Nan used to tell about Harrenhal.

Arya thinks they’ll make Harrenhal shortly, but it ends up taking nearly two full days to reach the castle. Before they even get to the castle, the stink of the shitty Lannister army encamped outside hits Arya’s nose. When they finally arrive at the camp, Arya sees that the latrines are all overflowing. Lovely. 

Harrenhal’s gatehouse, itself as large as Winterfell’s Great Keep, was as scarred as it was massive, its stones fissured and discolored. From outside, only the tops of five immense towers could be seen beyond the walls. The shortest of them was half again as tall as the highest tower in Winterfell, but they did not soar the way a proper tower did. Arya thought they looked like some old man’s gnarled, knuckly fingers groping after a passing cloud. She remembered Nan telling how the stone had melted and flowed like candlewax down the steps and in the windows, glowing a sullen searing red as it sought out Harren where he hid. Arya could believe every word; each tower was more grotesque and misshapen than the last, lumpy and runneled and cracked. 

Hot Pie isn’t about to go in as he’s heard about ghosts being in Harrenhal, but Chiswyck smiles and says that Hot Pie will have to join with the ghosts or become one. Hot Pie goes in.

Two old women known as “goodwives” supervise the bathing and scrubbing of the smallfolk before assigning the smallfolk to taskmasters for work or more accurately slavemasters for Tywin Lannister’s slave labor. When Arya is presented to them, they (wrongly) determine that the blisters on Arya’s hands are from churning butter rather than from practicing with Needle. They ask her name, and Arya thinks for a moment before stating her name as Weasel. They decide to put Arya to work in the kitchens, but Arya, thinking of a spot where she might escape, says she can work in the stables. Goodwife Harra slaps Arya and tells her to shut up or lose her tongue. They’re not interested in her views. 

But now that Arya has demonstrated how willful she is, they’re not going to send her to the kitchens after all. They’re going to send her along with six others to Weese who turns out to be the understeward for the Wailing Tower. Arriving, Arya encounters a squat man with a “fleshy carbuncle of a nose and a nest of angry red boils near one corner of his plump lips” who turns out to be the aforementioned understeward Weese. He informs them that if they work hard, pull themselves up by their bootstraps, the Lannisters will reward them generously. But if they presume on Tywin’s kindness, Weese will be waiting for them.

So, they’re never to look the highborn in the eye, nor speak unless spoken to, nor apparently get in the way of Tywin or his crony war criminals.

“My nose never lies,” he boasted. “I can smell defiance, I can smell pride, I can smell disobedience. I catch a whiff of any such stinks, you’ll answer for it. When I sniff you, all I want to smell is fear.” 

And that is, thankfully, the end of the synopsis of ACOK, Arya VI. This chapter is … difficult to get through. It’s on par AGOT, Dany VII with its frank depictions of war crimes. But here, there’s no hope for salvation, no Dany to save a few of the smallfolk here. There’s only sheepishness and trying not to get picked. 

Can’t we go back to doing Tyrion chapters, Emmett? They’re so much more fun than this chapter. Hey … wait. You think that might be the point George is making here?

Depth

Like an open wound from which rot spreads, Arya VI infects the whole of ACOK. This chapter was waiting for us all along, lurking behind the wheeling and dealing in the King’s Landing chapters, the messianic proclamations in the Dragonstone chapters, all the negotiations worked out comfortably in both North and South amidst food and wine and song. Arya VI strips it all away. This is what the War of Five Kings really looks like for the people in its way, and for both Arya and the audience, there is no turning back. It’s one of the most effective horror chapters in the series, and in my opinion, it’s the heart of the anti-war themes in ASOIAF.

You’re exactly right that the pleasantries, pageantry, wine and “I believe that’s what they call war” at the ivory towers of power obscures what’s occurring in the actual war. The shitty conduct of Lannister army (which, in this chapter, gets nicely symbolized by overflowing latrines outside of Harrenhal) is both an issue of war time practice but also a critique of the class structure of Westeros (and our own society) via the scale of the atrocities.

War is giving already evil people (Chiswyck’s story from Arya VII) the opportunity to do evil on an industrial scale. As horrible as the rape of the innkeeper’s daughter and murder of his son are and as disquieting as Ned finds the reported atrocities of Gregor Clegane back in AGOT to be, Gregor’s crimes are isolated with the great lords of Westeros unaware of the crimes or IMO, more likely turning a blind eye to them. But now war is here, and instead of an inn or the keep of an anointed knight, the rapes, murders, tortures that were once isolated are now common-practice by Lannister goons and sanctioned by one of the most powerful lords in Westeros: Tywin Lannister.

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Once more we see George building up the reputation of Beric Dondarrion from afar. Here, in this chapter all about the boot crashing down on your neck, he is framed as the one person outside Lannister control, the spark of hope amidst a sea of blood. Then again, while he and Thoros “pay” for what the Brotherhood takes, some of the smallfolk aren’t happy with that either. 

Arya will never get the chance to practice Weese’s command that the smallfolk must never look the highborn in the eye, nor speak until spoken to, nor get in his lordship's way, but this becomes a tension point when Roose Bolton is lord of Harrenhal and Arya his cupbearer. The one time Arya presumes to speak to his lordship without being spoken to, Roose casually threatens to cut out her tongue (though he does answer her question) 

Theory/Discussion

How do we think Arya’s list is going to play out? 

Conclusion


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