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Episode 141: A CLASH OF KINGS, TYRION XIII: "Look Upon My Works" SHOW NOTES!

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Welcome to the one hundred and forty-first episode of the Not A Cast, titled: “Look Upon My Works: An Analysis of ACOK, Tyrion XIII,” in which Tyrion is pretty sure that he didn’t do anything wrong at all with the wildfire. If anything, it’s all Stannis’ fault.

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Question

Ser James K, a Sworn Sword patron, asked a two-part question. But given that we’re doing a Tyrion chapter, we’ll talk about the second question. He asks:

Now this next question you may be saving for down the road but I gotta ask, who do you think Tyrion’s father is?
(Personally I find Tyrion being the only son of Tywin, Jamie and Cersei being born from Aerys, the most poetic.)
Long may your podcast reign gentlemen.

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Indeed. But enough about patreon. When we last checked in with Tyrion, he had a lovely dinner with Cersei, got sent off in battle by Sansa and was heading to the walls to wish Stannis a warm welcome to King’s Landing with a special surprise. Let’s find out the aftermath of Tyrion’s present to Stannis in this synopsis of ACOK, Tyrion XIII.

Synopsis

Motionless as a gargoyle, Tyrion Lannister hunched on one knee atop a merlon. Beyond the Mud Gate and the desolation that had once been the fishmarket and wharves, the river itself seemed to have taken fire. Half of Stannis's fleet was ablaze, along with most of Joffrey's. The kiss of wildfire turned proud ships into funeral pyres and men into living torches. The air was full of smoke and arrows and screams.

The start of this chapter is a reaction gif to Davos’ chapter, and I am horrifically here for it.

Tyrion watches as the Baratheon crews try to maneuver away from the wildfire, throwing down oars into the water to try to get out of the green hell, but there was no place to run. All the while, fires rage under the city walls of King’s Landing from Tyrion’s fire pots. Tyrion thinks it looks beautiful:

A terrible beauty. Like dragonfire. Tyrion wondered if Aegon the Conqueror had felt like this as he flew above his Field of Fire.

Well, that’s an interesting way to put it Tyrion.

Anyways, Tyrion feels the heat from the flames hitting his face, but he refuses to turn away. He realizes the gold cloaks were cheering, but Tyrion’s not in a cheering mood. This wasn’t enough to win that battle. More ships get #BoomRoasted by the wildfire as hundreds of men burn or drown or do both. Tyrion obviously feels pity for these men, despite knowing that they are on the other side, right? No. This is Tyrion’s reaction:

Do you hear them shrieking, Stannis? Do you see them burning? This is your work as much as mine. Somewhere in that seething mass of men south of the Blackwater, Stannis was watching too, Tyrion knew. He'd never had his brother Robert's thirst for battle. He would command from the rear, from the reserve, much as Lord Tywin Lannister was wont to do. Like as not, he was sitting a warhorse right now, clad in bright armor, his crown upon his head. A crown of red gold, Varys says, its points fashioned in the shapes of flames.

Obligatory and perhaps only but Tyrion is GOOD.

It’s then that Joffrey finally makes his appearances, squeaking about his burning ships. Tyrion sees the wildfire burning his own ships but rationalizes it as the cost of doing business. Besides, the fleet was doomed anyways. Tyrion had watched it all from the outstretched arms of someone holding him, and he knows that Bronn had whipped the oxen into raising the chain at the mouth of the Blackwater. Stannis could come into the Blackwater Rush, but he couldn’t get out.

That was the hope anyways. The reality was that some of Stannis’ ships were avoiding the wildfire. Some of the Myrish galleys ran to the south bank while eight ships had beached on the north bank. The last two lines of ships carrying the soldiers had mostly gotten away and might swing back for another try.

That might take a bit of time; even the bravest would be dismayed after watching a thousand or so of his fellows consumed by wildfire. Hallyne said that sometimes the substance burned so hot that flesh melted like tallow. Yet even so . . .

Tyrion, though, isn’t delusional about his own men. He knows that they’d break if the battle was going against the Lannisters. Jacelyn Bywater had told him that. And then Tyrion notices dark shapes moving through the burned out ruins of the riverfront

Time for another sortie, he thought. Men were never so vulnerable as when they first staggered ashore. He must not give the foe time to form up on the north bank.

Tyrion sends a runner to Lord Jacelyn that there’s enemy troops on the north bank. He also wants his trebuchets to pivot thirty degrees west to engage the troops on the shores. At that Joffrey starts yelling about how he was to have the trebuchets. He says all this with his visor up to let out some heat. Tyrion promptly shuts the visor and tells him to keep it shut for safety. But Joff can have the trebuchets.

It was as good a time as any; flinging more firepots down onto burning ships seemed pointless . Joff had the Antler Men trussed up naked in the square below, antlers nailed to their heads. When they'd been brought before the Iron Throne for justice, he had promised to send them to Stannis. A man was not as heavy as a boulder or a cask of burning pitch, and could be thrown a deal farther. Some of the gold cloaks had been wagering on whether the traitors would fly all the way across the Blackwater. "Be quick about it, Your Grace," he told Joffrey. "We'll want the trebuchets throwing stones again soon enough. Even wildfire does not burn forever."

Okay, I thought I was only going to do one of these, but second obligatory, but Tyrion is GOOD!

Joffrey heads off all psychotically gleeful he gets to commit war crimes. Tyrion tells Ser Osmund Kettleblack to keep Joffrey safe which the knight amiably agrees to do. Tyrion recalls warning Trant and Kettleblack to protect the king with the threat of them dying if they didn’t. Tyrion had surrounded Joff with a dozen gold cloaks and then thinks he’s doing a lot to protect Joffrey. He wants Cersei to do the same for Alayaya.

No sooner was Joff off than a runner came panting up the steps. "My lord, hurry!" He threw himself to one knee. "They've landed men on the tourney grounds, hundreds! They're bringing a ram up to the King's Gate."

Tyrion curses and starts moving down the steps. Pod waits for him with his horse, and he, Pod and Mandon Moore ride to the King’s Gate. When they arrive, they hear the ram hitting the gate, and Tyrion notices a lot of wounded men around the gate. He orders everyone to mount up. He wants to know who’s in command. They need to make the attack.

"No." A shadow detached itself from the shadow of the wall, to become a tall man in dark grey armor. Sandor Clegane wrenched off his helm with both hands and let it fall to the ground. The steel was scorched and dented, the left ear of the snarling hound sheared off. A gash above one eye had sent a wash of blood down across the Hound's old burn scars, masking half his face.
"Yes." Tyrion faced him.
Clegane's breath came ragged. "Bugger that. And you."

A sellsword steps up and says they’ve attacked three times, but they’ve taken 50% casualties. And with the wildfire … Tyrion cuts him off. They’re not fighting in a tourney. Get on your fucking horses. All of you. Even Sandor. It’s only then that Tyrion notices the whites in Sandor’s eyes and realizes he’s terrified. Tyrion tries reasoning with Sandor Clegane. They need to disperse the men ramming the gate. Ah, but Sandor has a different idea: open the gates, let them come in and surround them and kill them. Excellent. My preferred strategy when defending cities in Rome II Total War! Regardless, Sandor’s not going out again.

Ser Mandon Moore steps up and declares that the King’s Hand has given an order. Follow it.

"Bugger the King's Hand." Where the Hound's face was not sticky with blood, it was pale as milk. "Someone bring me a drink." A gold cloak officer handed him a cup. Clegane took a swallow, spit it out, flung the cup away. "Water? Fuck your water. Bring me wine."

Tyrion realizes that Sandor Clegane is dead on his feet. So, now he needs to figure out who’s going to lead the attack. Mandon Moore? Eh, dangerous, but not a dude people want to follow. Another crash at the gate as the sun sets to green and orange light. Tyrion wonders how long the gate would hold.

This is madness, he thought, but sooner madness than defeat. Defeat is death and shame. "Very well, I'll lead the sortie."
If he thought that would shame the Hound back to valor, he was wrong. Clegane only laughed. "You?"
Tyrion could see the disbelief on their faces. "Me. Ser Mandon, you'll bear the king's banner. Pod, my helm." The boy ran to obey. The Hound leaned on that notched and blood-streaked sword and looked at him with those wide white eyes. Ser Mandon helped Tyrion mount up again. "Form up!" he shouted.

Tyrion gets up on his stallion, adorned in his crimson cloak and coat of mail. Pod hands him his helmet and shield. Tyrion moves his horse in a circle, eyeing each of the men. He realizes there’s only a few men who have saddled up. He rakes the rest with a contemptuous look.

"They say I'm half a man," he said. "What does that make the lot of you?"
That shamed them well enough. A knight mounted, helmetless, and rode to join the others. A pair of sellswords followed. Then more. The King's Gate shuddered again. In a few moments the size of Tyrion's command had doubled. He had them trapped. If I fight, they must do the same, or they are less than dwarfs.
"You won't hear me shout out Joffrey's name," he told them. "You won't hear me yell for Casterly Rock either. This is your city Stannis means to sack, and that's your gate he's bringing down. So come with me and kill the son of a bitch!" Tyrion unsheathed his axe, wheeled the stallion around, and trotted toward the sally port. He thought they were following, but never dared to look.

And that is the synopsis of ACOK, Tyrion XIII! A Clash of Kings is truly climaxing. (Phrasing!) This is an exciting chapter, and even in the midst of it, things continue to ramp up. What did you think, ser?

Depth

We’ve had a Sansa chapter, we’ve had a Davos chapter, and now we get to our third and final POV for the Battle of the Blackwater: Tyrion Lannister, master of ceremonies. This is the chapter both Tyrion and George have been building up to all through his story in ACOK. Tyrion has been setting his chain-and-wildfire trap, and George has been concealing it from us. Now the board is set; the pieces are moving. The reader has barely caught their breath from the explosive ending of Davos III when we flip to the other side of the battlefield. Tyrion XIII is a huge chapter, in scope if not in length; it starts on a dramatic note and keeps getting more intense every step of the way.

I was struck on re-read of Tyrion XIII with an overwhelming feeling of “How the hell did Tyrion end up here?” Tell me I was the only person who imagined Tyrion’s face superimposed on Paul Rudd’s body from Hot Ones saying “hey, look at us”. (I probably was). Tyrion’s story in ACOK is George conducting a masterclass of setup and payoff. I like how George pays off Tyrion’s investment with wildfire with that pyrotechnics explosion in Davos III. But I also like how this chapter is the start of the larger narrative payoff for all the setup for Tyrion’s story in ACOK. Because even though Tyrion is in a place no one - perhaps even George himself - thought he could end up at by the start of this chapter, by chapter’s end, Tyrion is already off doing more crazy shit. He’s leading the charge against Stannis’ men attacking the King’s Gate. It really has been a wild ride to get here, and even though we have one Tyrion post-Blackwater chapter left to cover in ACOK, Tyrion XIII and XIV (which I believe were probably one chapter before George split them into two) are the climax of Tyrion’s arc in ACOK.

But if his “iron sense of duty” led him to the same conclusion, does it matter? In both cases, we’re seeing an excess of kingly authority

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Given that it was in Tyrion’s first chapter from AGOT that we learn about the field of fire, and here we have Tyrion wondering if watching all the wildfire is how Aegon the Conqueror felt at the Field of Fire, it certainly feels like George is foreshadowing Tyrion as a dragonrider, doesn’t it?

Sandor’s reputation as a coward and deserter that dogs him (heh) in ASOS begins here

Theory/Discussion

Do we think Tyrion’s use of the wildfire is justified? What if we pretend Joffrey is the rightful heir and a swell guy--would that justify it?

Conclusion


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