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Episode 89: A CLASH OF KINGS, TYRION IV: "Hat Trick" 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 eighty-ninth episode of the Not A Cast, titled: “Hat Trick: An Analysis of ACOK, Tyrion IV,” in which Tyrion’s just gonna need you to sign this NDA. Boilerplate, nothing to it, he swears. Would he lie to you? 

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Lord James the Jim Who Was Promised, a small council patron asks:

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But enough about patreon. Onto Tyrion IV. When we last checked in with the protagonist of ACOK, Tyrion Lannister had just started a great chain and chilled with Varys in Tywin Lannister’s tunnel. Let’s see what type of shit Tyrion Lannister gets into in this synopsis of ACOK, Tyrion IV! 

Synopsis

Grand Maester Pycelle apologizes to Tyrion for the early morning meeting. But you see, he’s an old idiot, and he’d rather be up and about than lying in bed, feeling anxious about who he’ll betray next. Breakfast is brought and Pycelle states that it’s plain, because of all the starvation going on in the city. Tyrion thinks this commendable as he takes a bite of egg. But Tyrion’s view is a more epicurean one: 

“If there is food I eat it, in case there is none on the morrow.”

Tyrion then asks if the ravens get up early, and Pycelle says that they do. But why ask? Does Tyrion want Pycelle to write a message to send somewhere, maybe? Tyrion says nah, he’s got already written the message, but they need to talk in private. 

Pycelle dismisses his servant, and Tyrion informs Pycelle that he has two copies of an urgent letter for Prince Doran Martell, and he’ll need Pycelle’s fastest birds to fly to Dorne to deliver the message. Tyrion hands Pycelle the paper and asks him to hustle his ass up to go send the bird to Dorne.

The Grand Maester shuffles off slowly with the messages, and Tyrion notices that the Grand Maester’s chain doesn’t have many of the common metals. Instead, it’s all blinged out with gemstones, silver, gold and platinum. Pycelle ends up walking so slow that Tyrion is able to finish his entire breakfast, and with all this free time, Tyrion can take a little ol’ peek at the “maze of shelves” that Pycelle has in his maester’s chambers. He sees hundreds of vials, milkglass bottles, jars, all well-labeled. He spies a couple of medicines/poisons, and then he grabs one little bottle off the top of the shelf, smiles and slips it up his sleeve.

When Pycelle returns from, um, totally delivering the messages, the Grand Maester tries to pry out what was in the messages, but Tyrion’s not about to tell Grand Maester Pycelle anything. Well, maybe Tyrion will tell the small council? No to that too. The small council advises the king. Also, no. Tyrion also won’t be telling Cersei either. She’s just so burdened by having to rule. 

“Ah,” the old man muttered into his plums. “Doubtless you have the right of it, my lord. It is most considerate of you to … spare her this … burden.”
“That’s just the sort of fellow I am. Considerate.”

Pycelle drones on about how Cersei is frail because she’s a lady, and Tyrion’s like uh, yeah, sure, my dude. So frail. But Tyrion must be going, you see. And if you get any message back from Doran, be sure not to inform anyone but Tyrion, okay, Pycelle? The Grand Maester says of course. He will only tell Tyrion.

One, Tyrion thought.

Tyrion walks out to the lower bailey of the Red Keep and meets up with a Bronn who’s observing some knights and men-at-arms training with blunted weapons. When Bronn doesn’t even notice some hot serving girls passing by, Tyrion teases Bronn about being too intent on the fighting which leads Bronn to say he’ll go purchase a sex worker for a copper if he wants to. 

“But one day my life may hang on how close I’ve watched your louts.”

You see, Bronn’s still training people to fight on Tyrion’s behalf, and he’s most impressed by this kid named Ser Tallad: a hedge knight. The problem is that Tallad fights with a rhythm, and that’s going to end up getting the knight killed one day down the road -- especially if Tallad ends up fighting Bronn. 

They head off across the bailey with Bronn looking #dank as the kids say and Tyrion feeling small and weird as he often does. Tyrion asks how many people have come to beg his audience, and Bronn says thirty. And to keep us on a brisker pace for this synopsis, let’s bullet-point who everyone is and what they want:

In the outer yard, Tyrion encounter Cersei who seems none-too-pleased to see her brother. Still, Tyrion thinks Cersei looks hawt this morning which … yeah,  those Lannister are fucked up like a football bat when it comes to their sibling relationships. She’s there with two kingsguard knights as well as Gyles Rosby, Hallyne the Pyromancer and Lancel Lannister: her cousin and new favorite who’d been recently promoted to knighthood. 

Tyrion asks where everyone’s off to, and Cersei says she’s going to go inspect the scorpions and spitfires on the walls, because she’s very keen on seeing the city defended unlike Tyrion. She states that Renly is on the march from Highgarden, moving up the kingsroad, and Tyrion’s like yeah, Varys told me too. Still, Tyrion’s not all that concerned about Renly. Sure, he’s got a massive army, but he could end up going to meet Tywin or Robb in battle, and he’s not going to be arriving anytime soon.

“Were I he,” Tyrion says. “I would do much as he is doing. Make my progress, flaunt my power for the realm to see, watch, wait. Let my rivals contend while I bide my own sweet time. If Stark defeats us, the south will fall into Renly’s hands like a windfall from the gods, and he’ll not have lost a man. And if it goes the other way, he can descend on us while we are weakened.”

Cersei isn’t happy about this. She demands that Tyrion demand that Tywin come back from Harrenhal. But Tyrion knows that’s stupid. Besides, Tywin wouldn’t listen to Tyrion or Cersei. But Cersei wants to know how and when Tyrion is going to free Jaime since he’s worth a hundred Tyrions which leads to Tyrion deflecting that question for a future subplot in ACOK. This then leads to Cersei thankfully riding away with her entourage chasing after her.

With Cersei gone, Tyrion thinks about Renly, and strangely Tyrion thinks Renly isn’t the greatest threat. He’s young and green -- having never been in battle. The greater concern is Stannis. Hell yeah. But Tyrion has no idea what Stannis is doing on Dragonstone. None of the spies Tyrion sent to Dragonstone returned, and Varys’ little birds in Stannis’ court had grown strangely silent too. But there had been sightings of Lysene war galleys off the coast, and there was word of sellsails gathering with Stannis on Dragonstone.

If Stannis attacks by sea while his brother Renly storms the gates, they’ll soon be mounting Joffrey’s head on a spike. Worse, mine will be beside him.

Tyrion thinks this a distressing thought. He’ll work to get Shae out of the city if that comes to pass. 

Back at his solar, Tyrion runs into Podrick Payne who stares at the ground when talking with Tyrion, telling the Hand of the King that Littlefinger is in his chambers. After teasing the boy a bit, Tyrion walks in and finds Lord Petyr “Sansa is gonna get you, sucker” Baelish sitting at a window seat watching Joffrey attempt to do some small animal murder for sport. Littlefinger states that Joffrey is terrible at doing murder on small animals and invites Tyrion to come watch with him, and the two observe Joffrey missing hares over and over again with crossbow bolts. Littlefinger tells Podrick that he should invest in pots as the castle will be overgrown with rabbits in the coming months due to all the ones that are evading Joffrey’s crossbow bolts.

Tyrion asks if Podrick can get Littlefinger some refreshment, but Littlefinger says no.

“Drink with the dwarf, it’s said, and you wake up walking the Wall.”
Have no fear, my lord, Tyrion thought, it’s not the Wall I have in mind for you.

Tyrion compliments Littlefinger on looking elegant today, but the Master of Coin fakes having his feelings hurt, saying that he should look elegant every day. And then Tyrion makes a rapid shift in the conversation:

"That's a handsome knife as well."
"Is it?" There was mischief in Littlefinger's eyes. He drew the knife and glanced at it casually, as if he had never seen it before. "Valyrian steel, and a dragonbone hilt. A trifle plain, though. It's yours, if you would like it."
"Mine?" Tyrion gave him a long look. "No. I think not. Never mine." He knows, the insolent wretch. He knows and he knows that I know, and he thinks that I cannot touch him.

The problem is that it’s not just that Littlefinger thinks Tyrion can’t touch him. Tyrion himself thinks that as he explains Littlefinger’s post-Tully backstory:

If ever truly a man had armored himself in gold, it was Petyr Baelish, not Jaime Lannister. Jaime's famous armor was but gilded steel, but Littlefinger, ah . . . Tyrion had learned a few things about sweet Petyr, to his growing disquiet.

Ten years ago, Jon Arryn had given him a minor sinecure in customs, where Lord Petyr had soon distinguished himself by bringing in three times as much as any of the king's other collectors. King Robert had been a prodigious spender. A man like Petyr Baelish, who had a gift for rubbing two golden dragons together to breed a third, was invaluable to his Hand. Littlefinger's rise had been arrow-swift. Within three years of his coming to court, he was master of coin and a member of the small council, and today the crown's revenues were ten times what they had been under his beleaguered predecessor . . . though the crown's debts had grown vast as well. A master juggler was Petyr Baelish.

So, wait, if they’re bringing in so much cash, why is the realm in such obscene debt, this fiscal conservative wants to know. Hmmmmm. And Tyrion’s investigations of the present show Littlefinger working to enhance the crown’s finances cleverly investing the crown’s gold in textiles, grain, ships, etc. And he’d put his own men into government jobs:

The Keepers of the Keys were his, all four. The King's Counter and the King's Scales were men he'd named. The officers in charge of all three mints. Harbormasters, tax farmers, customs sergeants, wool factors, toll collectors, pursers, wine factors; nine of every ten belonged to Littlefinger. They were men of middling birth, by and large; merchants' sons, lesser lordlings, sometimes even foreigners, but judging from their results, far more able than their highborn predecessors. 

Still, Littlefinger seemed so harmless. He had no major lords for patrons, no armies, no holdings, no prospects of a great marriage. And Tyrion doesn’t think he can touch him! Even if he is a traitor! Tyrion! C’mon man. You absolutely can. Regardless, Tyrion thinks he’ll maybe take the moderate move and remove some of Littlefinger’s dudes and replace them with his own men.

But Tyrion’s thoughts are interrupted by Littlefinger commenting that Joffrey finally killed one of the hares. Tyrion takes that opportunity to get to business. He asks how close Littlefinger is to the daughters of Hoster Tully, and Littlefinger’s all like, super fucking’ close, emphasis on the fuckin’. He totally super banged both Tully sisters like the hot dick that he is. Tyrion thinks that Littlefinger is lying about banging Catelyn, but maybe Cat was lying? No, Tyrion. Wrong. Catelyn is pure. 

All the same, Tyrion knows that Catelyn and Lysa don’t love him. So, he wants Littlefinger (who was so close to the Tully sisters) to pass on a proposal on his behalf. He tells Littlefinger that he wants Lysa to be brought back into the king’s peace. And in exchange for that, he’ll tell Lysa who Jon Arryn’s true killer is.

Littlefinger, suddenly feeling his pits going moist, gets all fidgety. Oh, oh, uh, well, uh, who could that possibly be!? But Tyrion’s not going to tell Littlefinger that. He needs Lysa’s friendship and her swords first. Littlefinger reports that Lysa’s got worries of her own. All those mountain clansmen are raiding in force and with good weapons.

Distressing,” said Tyrion Lannister who had armed them.

But maybe Tyrion could help in exchange for Lysa swearing to Joffrey and ... Littlefinger cuts in and is like I know what you’re about to say, and there’s no fuckin’ way Lysa is going to march against Riverrun. But that’s not what Tyrion means. He’d rather have Lysa helping out against Stannis and Renly. And then she’ll get Jon Arryn’s killer and relief from the mountain clansmen. Hell, Tyrion will even throw in having Sweetrobin named as Warden of the East. Okay, fine, he’ll marry Sweetrobin to Myrcella too. There, what a bargain.

Littlefinger is surprised by this. Does the queen know? Tyrion shrugs grinning. Littlefinger laughs and says that Tyrion is a dangerous dude. Maybe he’ll do all of this for Tyrion. But what’s his reward? 

“Harrenhal.”
It was interesting to watch Littlefinger’s face. Lord Petyr’s father had been the smallest of small lords, his grandfather a landless hedge knight. Harrenhal was one of the richest plums in the Seven Kingdoms, its land broad and rich and fertile, its great castle as formidable as any in the realm … and so large as to dwarf Riverrun, where Petyr Baelish had been fostered by House Tully, only to be brusquely expelled when he dares raise his sights to Lord Hoster’s daughter.

Littlefinger pretends to be bored, saying that Harrenhal is cursed. But Tyrion’s like well just destroy it and repair it. You’ll have the cash for that. You’ll have the fealty of the river lords after all -- even the Tullys.

Littlefinger looked like a boy who had just taken a furtive bite from a honeycomb. He was trying to watch for bees, but the honey was so sweet.

Littlefinger tries to express skepticism, asking why Tyrion would make Littlefinger the greatest lord in Westeros. Well, because Littlefinger served so well “in the matter of the succession.” Ah, but Janos Slynt ‘served well” too. Yeah, yeah. But Tyrion didn’t need Janos. He needs Lysa. And he’d rather Petyr have Harrenhal than Renly have the Iron Throne.

Baelish says that he’ll have to go do the sex with Lysa again. But then he gives that wonderful line from AGOT. Remember the one:

“I once told Ned Stark that when you find yourself naked with an ugly woman, the only thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it.”

Littlefinger seems to make up his mind and asks for a fortnight to finish up his things in King’s Landing before he sails for Gulltown. He gets up to depart, thinking that this has been such a wonderful morning. Profitable even. He bows and leaves.

Two.

Tyrion heads up to the bedchamber to await Varys and thinks the eunuch better hustle his powdered ass up as he wants to go see Shae tonight. So, when Varys shows up an hour later, Tyrion is pleasantly surprised that the eunuch has arrived early.

As soon as Varys walks in, he jokes around with Tyrion saying that he was cruel to not tell Pycelle what was in the letter he dispatched. Tyrion says that’s ironic for you to say. But you wanna hear what my message to Doran was all about? No need. Varys already knows from his little birds. Doran Martell has called his banners but hasn’t done anything else. Maybe he’ll join up with Renly. Tyrion will want to prevent that, Varys says with the confidence of a CNN analyst.

Tyrion’s all like, duh. So, Varys wonders what Tyrion offered Doran Martell given that the Prince of Dorne still mourns for his sister Elia. Ah, well, Tyrion has offered up the empty small council seat so recently vacated by Janos “Edd fetch me a block” Slynt. Varys wonders if that’ll be enough to bring the Dornish to heel. But Tyrion has another notion for that. He’s going to give Doran Martell his sister Elia’s killers -- alive or dead after the war.

This piques Varys’ interest. The master of whisperers knows who it was that killed Elia, and Tyrion knows too. It was an open secret at Casterly Rock that Gregor Clegane was the culprit. And even though Gregor is Tywin’s man, Tywin will so totally make the rational call and exchange Gregor for 50,000 Dornish spears. Varys considers this and muses that Doran may want the blood of the lord who gave the command. What about that?

“Robert Baratheon led the rebellion. All commands came from him, in the end.”
“Robert was not at King’s Landing.”
“Neither was Doran Martell.”

Varys says huh. So, you’re going to give blood and a council seat for the Dornish to join up with the Lannisters. But will Doran take you up on the offer? He might want more. A token of good faith? 

Tyrion sighed. “You know, don’t you?
“Sine you put it that way -- yes. Tommen. You could scarcely offer Myrcella to Doran Martell and Lysa Arryn both.”

Tyrion, doing some great acting here, says that he’s irritated that Varys cheats at these games. He wants to get Tommen away from Cersei and Joffrey. He’s a good boy. He can grow to be a good man if he gets away from them, Varys remarks. Maybe even a good king, yeah? But Tyrion’s not there yet. Joff is still the king to him. But Varys knows Tommen is the heir, and he’s so very sweet and tractable.

The problem, as Varys points out, is that Cersei won’t want to part with Tommen or Myrcella. Tyrion can’t send both away. Ah, but Cersei can’t know. And that’s why you can’t tell her, Varys. And if he does tell Cersei, Tyrion will know Varys to be his worst enemy.

When Varys giggled, Tyrion thought, Three.

And that is ACOK, Tyrion IV! Call me crazy, but last week’s chapter on Bran II was full of wholesome good faith/hard-nosed northern politics with lords jostling for position and power. But ultimately, everyone is working together (save for the Boltons). There’s a level of trust. Here, oh no. This is gangster land, and you gotta be a gangster to make it out of here alive. What’d you think, Emmett? 

Depth

All these early Tyrion chapters are great, but this is the best of the best. Tyrion IV is the Led Zeppelin IV, if you will, where all the elements from the previous chapters coalesce perfectly and attain new heights of political intrigue and intricate plotting. We could spend hours just praising the structure of it, as George keeps us dancing with specifics throughout the chapter before pulling the rug out at the very end with the reveal of what Tyrion’s been up to all along.

But every detail along the way is notable in its own right, which is what allows this chapter to hold up so well on reread. It’s not just the gotcha at the end, it’s the context around that gotcha, and the density is key to making that context work. The accumulation of details at a take-no-prisoners momentum is what keeps me coming back to Scorsese’s gangster pictures as a reference point (including now The Irishman), but this approach is common to most of the art I love in general. It’s both overflowing with details and hurtling ahead at lightspeed!

That level of granularity in Tyrion’s chapters is what makes them fun reads but what also makes them places where we need to not let our eyes glaze over. George plants seeds for larger plot movements with small mentions. In Tyrion II, we saw that with Varys doing the listicle of small matters that Tyrion needs to address as Hand of the King. In Tyrion IV, we have Bronn fulfilling the role, listing off seemingly smaller matters here that will payoff down the road. 

This is George’s skill as a writer at work: there are no unimportant matters. All of them have direct, fully-imagined consequences down the road, or they work as seedlings for George to garden into full-blown future plot-points -- plot-points which won’t germinate into full grown gardens until later books. It’s similar to Bran II from last week and how George seeds future story points that won’t manifest themselves until ADWD and even TWOW. But those aren’t the only parallels between Tyrion and Bran.

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Tyrion will use that poison on Cersei a couple chapters from now, and it will come up in his trial in ASOS. Tyrion’s plot in King’s Landing seems pretty well plotted out from the start of ACOK.

The lack of food coming into King’s Landing will pay off in a big way with the bread riots in Tyrion IX!

The Stokeworth plot also crops up again there with the fate of poor Lollys, which then is used to motivate Bronn during Tyrion’s trial and throughout AFFC. Along the same foreshadowing line, there’s also this line Tyrion says to Bronn in reference to marrying Lollys:

"Perhaps you should eat the goose and marry the maid.”

Do you think GRRM had the idea that Bronn would marry Lollys in mind when he wrote ACOK?

The Braavosi moneylenders also return with a vengeance in AFFC, though it’s not the Iron Bank just yet.

Ser Tallad is another element that George introduces here and makes use of later, as Shae’s escort and then as one of those accused of being Margaery’s lovers.

Theory/Discussion

As good as this chapter is, let us praise the scene on the show, which is even better. Gasp!

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