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Episode 67: A GAME OF THRONES, SANSA VI: "Paradise Lost" featuring Special Guest Michal Schick 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 sixty-seventh episode of the Not A Cast, entitled: “Paradise Lost: An Analysis of AGOT, Sansa VI,” in which Sansa Stark, reeling from witnessing her father’s execution, is forced to stand strong against Joffrey (who is the worst), Meryn Trant (also the worst), and Sandor Clegane (not entirely the worst??)

Michal intro

Michal says hi  - Hi! I’m super excited to be on this episode that I low-key badgered you guys to be on for months :D

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!

Question

Lady Xena Valyrian, one of our brand new Small Council members, asks:

Did you guys ever have a chance to see my message about the significance of Sansa’s direwolf name: Shirley Jackson's The Renegade?
If you're not familiar, basically it's about an outcast woman who moved from her city life into a very rural area. Her dog is accused of killing her neighbor’s chicken. The town then goes into a somewhat pack mentality (very much like Jackson's other short story, The Lottery) and proceeds to taunt and torment the dog describing how they're going to chop off the dog's head! THE DOG'S NAME IS LADY!!!!! Coincidence????…..I think not. Goodness he's such an amazing writer, well done George. What do you think? 

Reminder about the next patreon episode entitled: “Whitewashed: The Adaptation of Dany, Jon and Tyrion in GoT”

Synopsis

Fair warning: there are descriptions of sexual assault and physical abuse against minors in the summary. 

High atop Maegor’s holdfast, curtains drawn, sleeping, weeping, sleeping, laying under blankets in cold grief and sleeping yet again, Sansa Stark embraces the darkness.

Sometimes her sleep was dreamless but other times, she dreamed of Ned. She saw him wherever she went, saw him thrown to the ground by the gold cloaks, saw Ilyn Payne coming forward, unsheathing ice and she saw the moment when … 

She wanted to look away, she wanted to, her legs had gone out from under, and she had fallen to her knees, yet somehow, she could not turn her head, and all the people were screaming and shouting, and her prince had smiled at her, he’d smiled, and she’d felt safe, but only for a heartbeat, until he said those words, and her father’s legs … that was what she remembered, his legs, the way they’d jerked when Ser Ilyn … when the sword …

Sansa thinks she’s about to die, and that wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she could toss herself from the window and end her pain. Maybe then the singers would sing of her grief.

Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent, shaming all those who had betrayed her.

Once, she’d even gotten all the way to the window, threw open the shutters and prepared to jump. Instead, she “lost her courage” and ran back to her bed, crying. Damn, Sansa. That’s some powerfully sad shit. 

Servant girls try to talk with Sansa, but she refuses to answer them. And then that piece of shit Grand Maester Pycelle who BTW is going to be killed quite appropriately by children in ADWD I am comes to Sansa’s bedchamber. And listeners, beware. This is a bit disturbing what Pycelle does. He brings a box of “medicines”, feels her brow, forces her to undress and then touches her all over while a bedmaid holds her down. When he’s done being an utterly vile human being, Pycelle gives her honeywater and herbs, tells her to take a swallow every night. Sansa drinks it all right then and there and passes out.

She dreams of Ser Ilyn Payne coming up the stairs for her, Ice in hand. She couldn’t run or hide. He just stood outside her door in her dreams, and Sansa was naked. She tried covering herself, but the door began to open, the swordpoint of Ice poking through.

She woke murmuring, “Please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please don’t.” But there was no one to hear.

When they finally came for her, it wasn’t Ilyn at all. It was Joffrey, Sandor Clegane, Ser Arys Oakheart and Ser Meryn Trant who came into her room. He walks in, slams the doors, yanks back her blankets and orders her to attend him at court. But Sansa doesn’t want to go. 

No, please, leave me be.

So, Joffrey kindly sees that Sansa is in an emotionally fraught state and backs off, right? Noooooope.

If you won’t rise and dress yourself, My Hound will do it for you.

Sansa begs more, but Joffrey orders Sandor Clegane to get Sansa out of bed. And weirdly, so weirdly, the Hound kind of gently pulls her out of bed and tells her to Do as you’re bid, child. He then pushes her almost gently toward her wardrobe.

Behind the wardrobe, Sansa states that she did everything that was asked of her. She wrote letters, and Joffrey, you bitch, you promised that you’d be merciful. 

Please let me go home. I won’t do any treason. I’ll be good, I swear it. I don’t have traitor’s blood. I don’t. I only want to go home. As it please you.

Of course, this doesn’t please Joffrey. He’s still to marry Sansa. Well, Sansa doesn’t want to marry some psychopathic king. It’s the whole, you know, CHOPPING OFF HER DAD’S HEAD, JOFFREY, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. 

But according to Joffrey, he was quite merciful to that traitor Ned. He could have had Ned torn apart or flayed Bolton-style. But instead, he gave Ned mercy. He gave him a clean death. 

Sansa stared at him, seeing him for the first time. He was wearing a padded crimson doublet patterned with lions and a cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar that framed his face. She wondered how she could ever have thought him handsome. His lips were as soft and red as the worms you found after a rain, and his eyes were vein and cruel. “I hate you,” she whispered.

Get him, Sansa. Get. Him

Joffrey’s face hardens, and he states how mama Cersei said it’s not fitting for a king to hit his wife, which, y’know, Cersei is right on that count. So, Joffrey, being that evil little shit that he is, orders Meryn Trant into action. The “knight” steps up and backhands her with a gloved fist. Sansa falls to the ground.

Will you obey now, or shall I have him chastise you again? Joffrey says like an idiot.

Sansa’s ear rings, and she reaches up and feels it wet with blood.

I … as … as you command, my lord.”
Your Grace,” Joffrey corrects. “I shall look for you in court.” 

Joffrey stomps off like a brat with moron knights Meryn and Arys in tow, but Sandor Clegane stays behind. He urges Sansa to spare herself pain and give Joffrey what he wants. And what does he want exactly? Well, he wants Sansa to smile, smell sweet, be his lady love, recite pretty little words, love him and fear him. Not exactly the worst advice given the horrible situation Sansa is in now.

Sandor departs, and Sansa calls for a bath and powder to hide the bruise on her aching, swollen face. The hot bath makes her think of Winterfell. Her handmaids wash her, wash her hair and brush her hair until it springs back in thick auburn curls. Sansa dresses in a green silk gown -- the same one she wore to the Hand’s tourney. Sansa hopes this will remind Joffrey not to be such a little shit. Sadly, this will not be the case.

Sansa eats a little finally, and “Ser” Meryn Trant comes striding in at noon to retrieve Sansa, wearing his best whites, and Sansa notes that his face is dour with pouchy bags under his eyes, a wide sour mouth with rusty hair spotted with gray. He calls Sansa “my lady” and bows like a douche who had hit her just a few hours before. I hate him. Can’t wait for him to get eaten by field mice come TWOW.

Meryn tells Sansa that he’s come to fetch her for Joffrey’s audience hall, and Sansa asks what he would do if she refuses. He asks her if she’s refusing. Sansa looks him over.

He did not hate her, Sansa realized; neither did he love her. He felt nothing for her at all. She was only a … a thing to him.

She’s not refusing this psychopath. She stands, wanting to rage and hit him back, to warn him that when she was queen, Meryn would get his ass exiled if he ever hit her again. But she remembers Sandor’s warning, and she says she’s coming. But Sansa decides to get brave, and I love it:

You are no true knight, Ser Meryn.

Fuck yeah, Sansa. 

But Meryn doesn’t care. Sandor might have laughed. But Meryn is, as stated previously, a true psychopath. 

Sansa arrives at an empty balcony overlooking the throne room. Joffrey sits atop the Iron Throne with the small council at the table below. Joffrey is mostly bored by 90% of the cases presented to him; so, he delegates the small council to decide those particular cases. 

The ones Joffrey seemed most interested in were the ones where he inflicts violence on people. A thief had his hand chopped off by Ilyn Payne. Two knights who had a dispute over land were ordered to duel to death. A woman who came to beg to bury a man accused of treason was dragged off to the dungeons as she “must be a traitor too.” 

And of course, Lord Janos Slynt the Fuckboy is there to nod his frog-faced head along every time Joffrey was up there doing injustice. Sansa stares at him, remembering how he threw Ned down to the ground.

She wished she could hurt him, wished that some hero would throw him down and cut his head off. But a voice inside her whispered, “There are no heroes,” and she remember what Lord Petry had said to her , here in this very hall. “Life is not a song sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow.” In life, the monsters win, she told herself.

She hears Sandor’s voice in her head, telling her to save herself some pain. 

The final case Joffrey hears is that of a singer who had sung a song ridiculing Joffrey’s “father” Robert. So, Joffrey orders a harp brought forward and the singer to perform the song. The singer tries to say that he won’t sing it again, but Joffrey tells him to sing it. So, he sings the song about Robert fighting a pig. Sansa notes that some verses of the song sound like the pig is Cersei. When the singer is done, Joffrey asks whether the singer would like to keep his tongue or his fingers. He has a day to decide.

And so Joffrey concludes the business of the court for the day. Sansa tries to flee immediately. But unfortunately, Joffrey’s not done with Sansa. He meets her at the bottom of the balcony, commenting about how she looks much better. Sansa says “Thanks,” thinking about how she could say hollow words if she had to. Joffrey orders her to walk with him, and Sansa has no choice but to follow.

Sansa follows Joffrey, and we get more lovely Joffrey stuff like him saying that she’s stupid, just like Cersei says she is. Sansa finds this surprising. Cersei says this? She was always nice to her. But yes, Cersei says this, and she’s worried af about the children will be just as stupid as Sansa is which … goddamn, Cersei. You’re a real piece of work. But Sansa doesn’t comment on any of that.

The Hound was right, she thought, I am only a little bird, repeating the words they taught me.

As they get outside, the sun is setting turning the stones of the Red Keep into a dark blood red color, because of course. And Joffrey says that he’ll get Sansa with child soon enough, and if that child is stupid, he’ll have Sansa’s head cut off, because of course he would. He asks when Sansa will be ready to have children, and Sansa says that she’ll be ready when she’s 12 or 13. 

Joffrey nods and tells Sansa they’re going out of the gatehouse and on up to the battlements, but Sansa starts to panic, realizing where she’s being taken.

Please, no, don’t make me, I beg of you.

But Joffrey is here to show Sansa what happens to traitors. And Sansa won’t like it, but she better obey Joffrey. Joff reaches for Sansa’s hand, and Sandor urges her to obey Joffrey. She doesn’t really have a choice in the matter. So, she takes Joffrey’s hand, and they climb up “12,000 stairs with horror waiting on the ramparts.” 

When they reach the top of the high battlements, the world opens up below them. Sansa looks out to Baelor’s Sept atop Visenya’s hill, the Street of Sisters and the ruins of the Dragonpit is over to the east, the setting sun falls over the Gate of the Gods. The Narrow Sea was at Sansa’s back, the fish market to her south with the docks and the turbulent currents of the Blackwater Rush. And to the north …

She turned that way, and saw only the city, streets and alleys and hills and bottoms and more streets and more alleys and the stone of distant walls. Yet she knew that beyond them was open country, farms and fields and forests, and beyond that, north and north and north again stood Winterfell.

Joffrey, though, is all like, “What are you looking at? I want you to see these heads mounted to spikes,” because Joffrey is not a crazy fucking child who needs to be sent to his room for a long, long time. Joffrey points to the heads, pointing out which one is Ned’s. Good King Joffrey orders Sandor to twist that heads around, so she can see more fully. Sandor complies, and Sansa thinks it really doesn’t look much like Ned at all.

“How long do I have to look?”
Joffrey seemed disappointed. “Do you want to see the rest?”

Sansa’s all like, “Sure, whatever,” and Joffrey proceeds over to two empty spikes and says they’re for Stannis and Renly. Sure, kid. Sure. Joff points to another utterly unrecognizable head and says that this was Septa Mordane’s head. Sansa was curious about what happened to Mordane. But she thinks she probably knew all along what would happen.

Why did you kill her? She was god sworn …
She was a traitor. Joffrey says. 

Then Joffrey repeats his question about what Sansa will give him for his birthday and says maybe he’ll give her something instead: like her brother’s head. And Sandor, didn’t you call Robb Stark the lord of the wooden sword? Ah, well, Sandor can’t quite recall. But Joffrey brings Sansa some new information. Robb Stark defeated Joffrey’s dad, ahem, uncle in battle with treachery and deceit. Cersei cried -- which to Joffrey means that she’s weak. 

So, Joffrey’s going to raise a host to take on Robb Stark, which lol, go get ‘em tiger. And he’ll bring Sansa a present: her brother’s head.

A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, “Maybe my brother will give me your head.”

Joffrey scowls like an idiot and then orders brave Ser Meryn Trant to hit Sansa, and of course, this shit-knight grabs Sansa’s chin and hits her twice like the brave knight he is. Sansa’s lip splits open, and blood runs down her chin. She feels tears on her face, and Joffrey tells her to stop crying and start smiling. Sansa complies. And then Joffrey tells Sansa to wipe off the blood from her face. 

But then Sansa realizes that the parapet wall is high, but the bailey was unwalled. If she could come up to Joffrey and shove him over, he’d fall some 70 or 80 feet. 

He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat worm lips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all.

Instead, Sandor Clegane kneels before her and between her and Joffrey and dabs the blood from her lip. The moment and opportunity to push Joffrey over the side was gone, and Sansa lowers her eyes thanking Sandor.

She was a good girl and always remembered her courtesies.

And that is AGOT, Sansa VI: our final Sansa chapter, and I have to say: my FAVORITE Sansa chapter in this book. I get that everyone loves the Hand’s tourney, but this chapter just runs the gamut of emotions, and I find myself liking Sansa. Yes, you heard that right. Me, I find myself liking Sansa.

What did you all think?

Depth

In a way, we’ve been talking about this chapter all along. Whenever we’ve brought up the perfect structure of Sansa’s downfall in this book, or talked about the book’s central theme of the fall from grace, or even discussed the deconstruction of fantasy imagery more broadly, it’s always been with Sansa VI in mind. This is where George tips his hand in the most devastatingly effective manner imaginable. Sansa’s dreams about courtesy and chivalry (and the underlying assumptions about how the world works) were a too-perfect stained glass window. Now that window has shattered, and even as she recoils, the shards left behind are all she has to defend herself. There might be more exciting chapters in book one, but there is no more thematically significant one than Sansa VI. Upon reread, I think this is where George lays out what not only Sansa’s story but the whole story is about. What did you think, Michal?

I agree, and the more I reread, the more I’m impressed by how human George’s deconstruction is. I always loved this chapter for bringing us to the real, Level One Sansa - before this point, I see her as functioning at zero, the childhood level where you just don’t need to question or change anything. Sansa levels up to consciousness in one of the most traumatic ways possible, and through that action, Martin’s misunderstood reputation as sadistic, grim-dark Slayer of Fantasies is itself deconstructed. Sansa is in no way the hero here. She is classically a pure victim. If the story was following predictable beats, I think she really should have died in Ned’s place, which I’ll talk about later. 

And yet her psychology and her fear and her grief and her pain matters here. Martin cares about the quality of her dreams, the powder she uses to cover her bruised face, about the internal alchemy of her only love transforming into her only hate, to misuse Shakespeare for a second. The deconstruction here is not just of the role of the pretty princess. He’s shattering the idea that the pretty princess, who in many ways remains surrounded and enjoying the comforts of her station, can’t have depth and development and pain that is worth Martin’s time to write, and our time to read. You could skip this chapter on a plot level, but on a character and thematic level, you would pull a major pin out of the thematic structure and the real empathy for innocents that runs through George’s work. I think that’s why this chapter is so important to me.

I love how this chapter opens to Sansa in complete physical and spiritual darkness. Waking, sleeping, whatever. It’s all darkness at the open. I want to believe that Sansa’s chapter open is a metaphor for the Long Night and what it does to people. Consider/contrast the darkness imagery compared to what Old Nan says about the Long Night:

Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness

You can almost see Sansa VI as a microcosm for the story of the Long Night and the Last Hero. Sansa and the Last Hero shiver in cold and grief. One by one, their friends and family die, even the Last Hero’s dog dies (Lady, anyone!?) and “they” or the Others come for them. But much like that Long Night seemed hopeless and Sansa in King’s Landing seems hopeless, George ain’t a nihilist. And neither is Sansa thankfully. The children will save the Last Hero, and the child Sansa Stark will save everyone else maybe, hopefully.

But before we get there, ansa has to process a shitload of grief before she can see the light emanating from the North.

Foreshadowing/Groundwork

Retcon-foreshadowing: “Sansa wished that some hero would throw [Janos Slynt] down and cut his head off.” A lot of people think this was foreshadowing of Lord Commander Jon Snow ordering Dolorous Edd to fetch him a block, but this isn’t precisely the case. Instead, in an early reading of ADWD, Jon II, originally, Janos Slynt died this way:

'Take him to the wall,' Jon says, 'and hang him.' 

Slynt freaks, yelling, struggling, kicking as they throw him into the cage and start lifting. 'I have friends, if Tywin Lannister were alive you would never...' His voice fades away as he is lifted to the top. The rope they found was a hundred feet long but the wall is seven hundred feet tall. They hear his neck crack as he hits the end of the rope.

However, fans told George that Jon would act more like Ned and behead Janos, and George rightfully edited this to have Jon behead Janos Slynt. So, I call Sansa’s thought about Janos “retcon-foreshadowing”, because it was not written with the intent to foreshadow what happens to Janos come ADWD. However, come the publication of ADWD and “Edd, fetch me a block”, it can now be read as foreshadowing -- retconned foreshadowing, of course!

Joffrey mentions about how if a child born between him and Joffrey is stupid, that he’ll behead her and find a smarter wife. Thankfully, this is never realized. However, the “finding a new wife” angle seems intended as foreshadowing for Sansa being set aside in favor of Margaery Tyrell as Joffrey’s wife come ASOS.

Sansa being hit by Kingsguard knights such as “Ser” Meryn Trant is something we’re going to see more of come ACOK -- and with even more disturbing overtones -- such as Sansa being punched in the stomach by Ser Boros Blount and hit with the flat side of his sword. And though we give Jaime Lannister a lot of shade for his wrongdoing, one of the highlights of Jaime Lannister is him telling Meryn Trant off in ASOS over his conduct towards Sansa:

"Ser Meryn." Jaime smiled at the sour knight with the rust-red hair and the pouches under his eyes. "I have heard it said that Joffrey made use of you to chastise Sansa Stark." He turned the White Book around one-handed. "Here, show me where it is in our vows that we swear to beat women and children." (ASOS, Jaime VIII)

Sandor Clegane as noir anti hero type both warning Sansa about how to act/behave towards Joffrey as well as sort-of helping Sansa by offering elements of his clothing to her (here, dabbing her bust lip, later in ACOK, throwing his white cloak at her after Joffrey has her stripped naked in the throne room and after Tyrion orders her clothed is a motif. And at the end of everything, there’s the terrific theory by our friend Lady Gwynhyfvar that Sansa retains Sandor’s cloak signals that they’ll meet again. 

Another bit of retroactive irony in the passage where Sansa contemplates suicide. “...in the years to come the singers would write songs of her grief. Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent, shaming all those who had betrayed her.”

But we’ve seen this same thing happen twice just in the context of Fire & Blood, with the suicides/probably murders of Helaena Targaryen and later her daughter Jaehaera. Both of these young women throw themselves (allegedly) from the window of their chambers in Maegor’s Holdfast (tinfoil hat -- could it be the same room??) and die on the spikes set in the surrounding moat. They are horrific deaths (and it’s worth noting that Jaehaera is rumored to have been murdered by Ser Mervyn Flowers, the kingsguard knight who was “guarding” her at the time.) But neither has songs sung about their tragic lives or their deaths. Sansa has probably never heard of Helaena and Jaehaera. (Putting aside the fact that George probably didn’t either in 1996.) The fact is that most women in this world are, as Sansa realizes, merely things to be used, and there is no guarantee at all that even the most righteous victim will be immortalized in song, or even make the slightest impact on the lives of the people who hurt her.

It’s super bittersweet that Sansa unknowingly thinks that she can reenact the sad movements of women who came before her, when the reality is that those actions made hardly a dent in practical or mythologized history.

So TL;DR: Sansa can’t renact the tales that came before her, whether she knows about them or not. She has to write her own story.

Also there is an interesting contrast between Sansa’s ascent to the battlements here and her climb down from the cliffs of King’s Landing in Sansa V, A Storm of Swords. The passage here:

The climb was something out of a nightmare; every step was a struggle, as if she were pulling her feet out of ankle-deep mud, and there were more steps than she would have believed, a thousand thousand steps, and horror waiting on the ramparts.

And the passage as she escapes, another nightmarish climb toward apparent salvation...

Sansa dared not look down. She kept her eyes on the face of the cliff, making certain of each step before reaching for the next. The stone was rough and cold. Sometimes she could feel her fingers slipping, and the handholds were not as evenly spaced as she would have liked. The bells would not stop ringing. Before she was halfway down her arms were trembling and she knew that she was going to fall. One more step, she told herself, one more step. She had to keep moving. If she stopped, she would never start again, and dawn would find her still clinging to the cliff, frozen in fear. One more step, and one more step.

Both times, whether it’s for further torment accompanied by a king, or for deliverance from her captivity at the hands of a drunken knight turned fool, Sansa is forced to take this difficult, metaphorical journey. Could be a coincidence, but I like the idea that, in the chapters of a character who remains largely physically stuck in place, her time at Kings Landing is framed by these two painful exertions that she conquers in spite of herself.

Theory/Discussion

Sansa as Queen in the North!

When we did our patreon episode on Jon Snow and Young Griff, we talked about how Jon receives inadvertent royal training at the hands of various tutors while Young Griff received explicit king-training at the hands of his minders. For Sansa Stark, her training to be a Queen is a bit more explicit, yet there’s a key, excellent difference: Sansa is expecting to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms -- even here at this dark juncture of the story. But the story is instead moving Sansa to be Queen in the North. And it’s foreshadowed in an interesting way here in this very early chapter in AGOT:

Yet she knew that beyond them was open country, farms and fields and forests, and beyond that, north and north and north again, stood Winterfell.

That’s where Sansa’s heart and future lie: in the North. And in GoT, S08, the final endstate for Sansa Stark is as Queen of the North: an independent kingdom divided from the other six kingdoms. Is this going to be a similar book endstate for Sansa Stark and what evidence do we see for or against this proposition in the books?

(You guys tell me if this should go here or somewhere else but) Michal Has A Theory That Sansa Was Supposed To Die Instead of Ned, Sort Of

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