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Episode 58: A GAME OF THRONES, EDDARD XV: "Enter the Void" 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 fifty-eighth episode of the Not A Cast, entitled: “Enter the Void: An Analysis of AGOT, Eddard XV,” in which George RR Martin does his best Shakespeare pastiche in Ned’s final (sob) chapter in ASOIAF. Dad’s not going to make it this time either, is he, Emmett?

Speaking of Shakepeare: intro to Lauren, AKA ShakesofThrones, AKA Shakespeare of Thrones!

Hello, I am Lauren aka ShakespeareofThrones. I do talk a lot about Shakespeare’s influence in A Song of Ice and Fire on Twitter where you can find me @shakesofthrones …Love the podcast and am incredibly honored to be here. This is by far my favorite Ned chapter in the book and I’m super excited to talk about it.

This episode is brought to you by our Small Council: 

Thank you councillors very much!

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!

Ice and Fire Con! 

Question

Ser Jay B asks,

“If you could ONLY read either the Winds or the Spring, and never learn even in the broadest strokes what happens in the other one, which one would you choose? You gotta choose one, no “take my life instead” option for you! What’s it going to be, lady and gentlemen? Stannis victory over the Boltons or the bittersweet ending of the series? Tick tock…”

Synopsis

Back in August, I said that Catelyn V from AGOT was my favorite chapter in this book. I have an update on my rankings of AGOT chapters. AGOT, Catelyn V is now my 2nd favorite chapter in AGOT. Eddard XV is bar-none: the best chapter in AGOT.

And on that note ...

Ned Stark is alive! The crowd goes wild. He’s going to make it this time, guys. I can feel it. No? The story remains the same, and this is a re-read podcast? Oh no.

But for the time being, Ned is alive yet buried. The floor he lies on smells like Littlefinger (it’s the piss). But it was dark. Too dark. No windows, no bed, not even a bucket to piss into. Ned remembers the glimpses of what he last saw before coming into this dungeon: a door of splintered wood, pale red stone “festooned with patches of nitre.” And because I’m a dum-dum, I had to look up what “nitre” is exactly. Turns out it’s potassium nitrate or saltpeter. You learn something every day. Thanks, George!

But once Ned had been tossed into this room, the door had been shut, and the darkness was complete, total. He could have been blind.

Or dead, Buried with his king.

He talks to Robert, himself, both. He remembers when Robert told him that the king eats, and the Hand takes the shit. But Robert had gotten it wrong.

The king dies, and the Hand is buried.

Lotta burial imagery so far. And that brings us to a question: where exactly is Ned? Well, he’s in the deepest bowels of the Red Keep dungeon: the black cells. The castle itself was designed by Maegor the Cruel who had all the stonemasons murdered so as to keep the secrets of the Red Keep secret. And then Ned turns his attention to the people who need a good damning:

He damned them all: Littlefinger, Janos Slynt and his gold cloaks, the queen, the Kingslayer, Pycelle and Varys and Ser Barristan, even Lord Renly, Robert’s own blood who had run when he was needed most. Yet in the end he blamed himself. “Foo,” he cried to the darkness, “thrice-damned blind fool.”

In the darkness, Ned sees Cersei and her golden hair, telling him When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. Ned tried playing the game. He lost. And the price was the lives of his men.

And then Ned turns his attention to his daughters. If he could, he would weep for them, but he’s a Stark of Winterfell, and tears wouldn’t come. His rage and anger freeze hard inside of him. And just pause here. Again, George, if you would. Please do the unpublished writers a favor and not be so good, okay? Thanks.

Anyways, Ned’s leg still throbs in pain, but it wasn’t as painful when kept still. So, he tried not to move. Ned sleeps and wakes, days running into each other to the point where he’s not sure what day it is or whether it’s day or night outside. His thoughts turn to the one woman who has done only one thing wrong in her entire life:

The thought of Cat was as painful as a bed of nettles. He wondered where she was, what she was doing. He wondered whether he would ever see her again.

It hurts me in my deep places to report that no, Ned, you are never going to see Catelyn again. 

Hours turn into days, and as time becomes imprecise, the silence remains Ned’s constant. He begins talking to himself to hear something. He thinks about Renly and Stannis raising armies to take King’s Landing. Or maybe Harwin and the nascent Brotherhood without Banners would march on King’s Landing. Maybe even the beloved Catelyn Stark was raising the North, Riverlands and Vale to march.

But above all of these castles of hope built in the dark as George writes it, he thinks most of Robert. He imagines him as the boy of his youth. Talle, handsome, muscled like a maiden’s fantasy, like a horned god: you all know the bit by now. Ned imagines Robert laughing about how it all came to this: Ned in the dungeon and Robert killed by a pig.

I failed you, Ned thought. He could not say the words. I lied to you, hid the truth. I let them kill you.

Well, according to fantasy-Robert, Ned was a stiff-necked fool, too proud to listen. Honor isn’t going to shield or help you. And then cracks rippled across Fantasy-Robert’s face, and he morphs into Littlefinger with his grinning, mocking smile. Littlefinger’s mouth opens, and his lies turn into pale grey moths, and oh my god, George. I just watched Silence of the Lambs for the first time. Are you speaking to me?

The first time they came for him, Ned was half-asleep. They burst in, flooding the room with light, and thrust a jug of water at Lord Stark. Ned had gulped the water down, but when he started to ask how long he’d been down in the dungeons, the gaoler had wrenched the water jug from Ned and told him to shut up. When Ned tried to ask after Arya and Sansa, the gaoler had slammed the jail cell door shut. Ned lowers his face back down into the straw, and now he’s nose-blind to all the Littlefingerian piss smells in the straw.

And if going nose-blind, being left alone in the dark, starvation or his crushing guilt weren’t bad enough, Ned begins to lose track of when he’s awake or asleep. And so, a memory vivid as a dream creeps up on Ned. Ned was eighteen. At Harrenhal. And OH, SHIT! Hold up! Ned’s going to tell the story of the Tourney of Harrenhal. BUCKLE. UP.

Well, Ned was a very young man, and he experiences the memory in vivid color, smell and sound. The deep green grass, the pollen on the wind, warm days, cool nights, the sweet taste of wine, Brandon’s laughter. He remembers Robert’s courage and then Jaime receiving the white cloak of the kingsguard. All of the Kingsguard - Oswell Whent, Gerold Hightower and the rest - were there to welcome Jaime into the ranks. And then the jousting had begun.

Strangely, the day belonged to Rhaegar Targaryen. He wore his black armor with rubies weaved into the breastplate -- same armor he would die in. And the Crown Prince had knocked Brandon Stark, Bronze Yohn Royce and Ser Arthur Dayne into the mud. And finally Rhaegar had knocked Barristan Selmy off his horse in the final tilt. It was all jokes and joy until …

Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty’s laurel in Lyanna’s lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost.

Ned tries reach out to the roses, but he feels the thorns beneath the petals, and the thorns cut into his skin. Ned wakes in the dark, but the memories remain:

Promise me, Ned his sister had whispered from her bed of blood. She had loved the scent of winter roses.

Ned weeps. Gods save me, I am going mad. But the gods, because they’re assholes don’t answer him. 

Days pass, and Ned counts them by the times that a jug of water is brought to him. He keeps trying to ask for any information, but he only gets kicked and told to shut the fuck up as responses. And now Ned was hungry. He tries begging for food, but even as be begs, he thinks that Cersei doesn’t want him dead lest he would have been killed in the throneroom. Cersei wants Ned alive -- albeit weak and starving.

And then another rattle, the door creaks open. Ned asks for food, but a somewhat familiar voice responds with wine. This man was a different man than the one who had brought Ned water. The voice tells Ned to drink, and as he does, Ned realizes who it is. Varys. But this Varys doesn’t resemble the one Ned remembers:

The eunuch’s plump cheeks were covered with a dark stubble of beard. Ned felt the coarse hair with his fingers. Varys had transformed himself into a grizzled turnkey, reeking of sweat and sour wine. “How did you … what sort of magician are you?

A thirsty one, Varys retorts. Varys tells Ned to drink again, but Ned is suspicious, wondering if it’s the same poison as the one that Robert had. But no. It’s not. Varys takes the wineskin from Ned and takes a gulp, doing his whole it’s no more poisonous than most bit. He gives the wine back to Ned, and Ned drinks the dregs. He nearly pukes right then and there.

All men must swallow the sour with the sweet. High lords and eunuchs alike. Your hour has come, my lord.

Ned asks after his daughters, and he’s relieved to find that they’re alive. Arya is somewhere, no one knows where, and Sansa is still betrothed to Joffrey. Varys had been present when Sansa had asked that Ned’s life be spared. Ned would have been touched by her courage. But then Varys leans forward:

I trust you realize you are a dead man, Lord Stark.

Ah, how quickly the visage changes. Well, Ned has previously convinced himself that Cersei wouldn’t kill him, and he reiterates this point to Varys. Besides, Catelyn has Tyrion. Ah, no. She doesn’t. Okay, well that sucks. Then why not just kill Ned? Ah, no. Varys doesn’t want Ned to die -- at least not yet! He’s got Aegon to consider! But Ned is unfazed. Goddamit, Varys. You just stood there and didn’t do a damn thing when my men were killed. You didn’t even say a fucking word!

And would again. I seem to recall that I was unarmed, unarmored and surrounded by Lannister swords.

Besides, Varys was only playing his mummer’s role. Everyone has a part to play. Varys’ particular part is to be sly and obsequious and without scruple. 

A courageous informer would be as useless as a cowardly knight.

Ned looks Varys over and asks if the eunuch could free him. Well, yeah. He could. But he won’t. Okay then. Will Varys deliver a letter for Ned? Uh, sure, so long as Varys reads it over first and decides whether he wants to send it or not as best fits his interests. You understand, of course Ned, right?

Yeah. Ned understands. But what the fuck are you really after Varys? Peace, he replies. And somehow, I think Varys means it in his own twisted way. He didn’t want Robert dead and had tried protecting him from his enemies. Too bad Robert’s got shitty friends who would tell Cersei that they knew the truth of Joffrey’s birth. Why you so dumb, Ned?

Well, Ned isn’t dumb first off. But secondly, Ned did it, because he was giving Cersei mercy. Varys understands, musing about how few honest people there are in Westeros. When I see what honesty and honor have won you, I understand why.

But let’s move on Varys. Can we talk about Lancel and his role in killing Robert? Sure. He gave Robert the wine. Cersei told Lancel that it was Robert’s favorite vintage. But it wouldn’t have mattered anyways. Robert was a man marked for death. If it wasn’t the wine, it would have been a fall from a horse, a snake bite. But beyond that, it wasn’t any of those things that really did Robert in:

It was not wine that killed the king. It was your mercy.

Ned bitterly asks the gods to forgive him, and Varys responds that if there are gods, they’ll likely forgive Ned. Besides, Cersei was going to knock Robert off sooner rather than later. She needed him gone to deal with his brothers.

They are quite a pair, Stannis and Renly. The iron gauntlet and the silk glove. 

Oh, and Ned, you should have backed Littlefinger’s plan to support Joff’s ascension to the Iron Throne. Ned is stunned. How in the world did Varys know that? That doesn’t matter. What matters is that Cersei is coming tomorrow. She’s afraid of Ned, and her enemies are all around her. And did Varys mention that Robb is marching down the Neck with a northern army at his back? Well, shit, Varys. Why didn’t you fuckin’ mention that sooner? Robb’s only a boy. Yeah. A boy with an army. But yes, a boy. It’s really Stannis that gives Cersei sleepless nights. 

His claim is the true one, he is known for his prowess as a battle commander, and he is utterly without mercy. There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.

Varys … love ya, but you are so fucking wrong and yet somewhat right at the same time. Cannot WAIT for ACOK. 

Anyhow, Cersei’s fear is that Tywin and Jaime will be dealing with the riverlords and Robb while Stannis lands and proclaims himself king. And then he’ll march on King’s Landing and kill Joffrey. No doubt Cersei is more concerned with Joffrey’s head than her own.

Stannis Baratheon is Robert’s true heir, Ned said. The throne is his by rights. I would welcome his ascent.

And just so that every bad and ugly opinion-holder hears it again, let me now re-read that Ned supports Stannis. Ahem.

Varys says that Cersei ain’t gonna be too happy if Ned says that to her. But besides … even if Stannis wins, only your beheaded head will be present to welcome his ascent. Sansa begged for your life, you idiot. Don’t throw it away. No, fuck that, Ned sort-of says. He ain’t going to serve Cersei. She killed his men. Well, don’t serve Cersei, Varys replies. Serve the realm instead. Confess your treason, proclaim Joffrey as king, send your son and his army back home and keep Cersei’s secrets. Then you can take the black and hang out with Jon Snow on the Wall.

The thought of Jon filled Ned with a sense of shame, and a sorrow too deep for words. If only he could see the boy again, sit and talk with him …

And what would you want to sit and talk with Jon about, Ned, hmmm? HMMMMMM?

Well, Ned’s leg starts to flare up in pain again, and he asks Varys if he’s working with Littlefinger. Ha, no, Ned. Varys ain’t working with Littlefinger. He’d sooner wed the Black Goat of Qohor. Nice, Varys. Sure, he feeds Littlefinger choice whispers, much as he feeds Cersei choice whispers -- all to convince these two that he’s their man. Ah, well Ned has some thoughts about this, and I’ll read the passage in full, because it’s a personal fav of mine!

And just as you let me believe that you were mine. Tell me, Lord Varys, who do you truly serve?
Varys smiled thinly. “Why, the realm, my good lord, how ever could you doubt that? I swear it by my lost manhood. I serve the realm, and the realm needs peace.

But … do you, Varys? Do you really serve the realm and peace? Sighhhhhhhhhhhhh.

But we’re getting distracted, Ned. What’s your answer when Cersei comes? Well, his answer is fuck no, fuck you and fuck this motherfucking political system that would stand on a foundation of lies and deceipt. Ned’s life is less precious than his honor.

Got it, Ned. So, your life isn’t all that valuable. Would it be okay if we killed Sansa instead, Ned? Wait, Sansa? Yeah, Ned, Sansa. She’ll be so fucking dead if you don’t give Cersei the answer and follow-on responses that she wants. And do we kill children in Westeros? Yeah we do. Just look at Rhaegar’s kids if you want proof of that. And then we get some more Varys mugging for the camera, and it’s just perf:

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer. If that’s true, Lord Eddard, tell me … why is it always the innocents who suffer most when you high lords play your game of thrones. Ponder it, if you would, while you wait upon the queen. And spare a thought for this as well: The next visitor who calls on you could bring you bread and cheese and the milk of the poppy for your pain … or he could bring you Sansa’s head.

The choice is entirely Ned’s.

And that is AGOT, Eddard XV, and I think we can all let out the breath we were holding as we plunged through that final Ned and Varys scene. It’s the defining conversation in AGOT. Hell, it even has Varys says the words game of thrones. 

I have so many emotions going through this chapter. It’s a rush. It’s Varys at his most cynical yet somewhat honest. It’s so fucking sad sitting here at the end of Ned Stark. Yeah, we’re going to see him one last time. We’ll hear him say some words, but dad’s not going to make it. And I’m angry and sad and sad and angry.

Depth

The last and best Ned chapter, despite being an epilogue more than a climax. As we said in Eddard XIV, the climax was the confrontation in the throne room, as Ned puts it all on the line and goes down with his men. But I’ve been saying throughout Ned’s chapters that while the overarching plot about discovering the truth of Jon Arryn’s death and Cersei’s incest is serviceable, what really draws me into these chapters on reread is the internal qualities of Ned’s arc: the emotional and philosophical questions sparked by that unfolding mystery and the drama created by its agonizing interaction with Ned’s backstory, increasingly present in his mind.

In Eddard XV, the overarching story is over, and it’s being stripped down for spare parts. You’ve got Robb preparing to take over for Ned in-universe and Tyrion in the wings to take over for him in terms of the narrative. So all that’s left is the character, alone in the dark, turning inward on himself because it’s all he has left to do. The black cells are a crucible for Ned, breaking him down physically and emotionally so GRRM can fully explore the themes at his story’s heart. This is where we talk about what it all meant, and it hits home as such because it’s communicated so beautifully. There’s so much to discuss, but what really makes Eddard XV my favorite Ned chapter is the tone, alternately harrowing and sorrowful, the perfect way for him to go.

Varys’ entrance changes the narrative rhythm of Ned’s POV and marks the second part of the chapter:

Regarding Ned’s fears that he “let them kill [Robert]” and Varys’ line about Ned’s mercy killing Robert—there is some interesting Shakespearean influence behind the suggestion that Ned had a part to play in Robert’s death

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

So much of this chapter feels like a template for chapters to come: prison chapters (see Davos and Theon), vision-quest chapters (see the House of the Undying), or both (see The Forsaken).

Maybe most of all, it’s paralleled with the epilogue to ADWD, in which Varys again gives a big ol’ villain(ish) monologue to a dead man

The ugly-bad theory that Varys and Littlefinger are working together was once and for all dispelled by none other than GRRM in Guadalajara 2016:

Interviewer: How would you describe Varys' and Littlefinger's relationship?
GRRM: Adversarial! Both of them know a lot about the other one, including some very damaging things. So, they're in, essentially, a stalemate, because each one knows that if he revealed what he knows about the other one, then the other one would reciprocate and they would both be destroyed. So, they're locked in a certain stalemate. I think Littlefinger has a better idea of what Varys wants than Varys has an idea of what Littlefinger wants. Littlefinger is an agent of chaos who likes to be unpredictable and succeeds in that.

Theory/Discussion

Shakespearean influence on ASOIAF in general

I AM SO EXCITED that you guys are letting me talk about Shakespeare in ASOIAF! It is my passion, my joy…

So let’s talk about it, Shakespeare in ASOIAF. Shakespeare’s scope of influence in shaping modern English language, literature, and culture is just massive. You can do an analysis of Shakespearean influence in most great works of literature and find an awful lot. So especially when we’re looking at an author like George R.R. Martin who names so many of his influences and talks about how they manifest in his work, we want to take a very close look at what he has to say about Shakespeare

George has confirmed in multiple interviews/appearances that he loves Shakespeare, particularly the history plays; informed his interest in the Wars of the Roses which inspired ASOIAF

Balticon 2016: “He’s sort of a looming presence you know?…you can dare to dream of writing like Tolkien, but no one can dream to write like Shakespeare.” - GRRM

Why can no one dream to write like Shakespeare? What makes the bard so awesome?

When we’re reading ASOIAF, there are certain chapters and character arcs that feel distinctly “Shakespearean” as you have pointed out before on the cast. What triggers that connection?

Conclusion


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