'Okay, Cara Burrows. Can I take a look in your bag?' 'My bag? Why?' This is getting a bit ridiculous. And he pronounced my name wrong: Carrah. Didn't even try to say it the way he heard me say it.

His gaze fell on a bottle of pelinkovac and his stomach lurched.

After the camera pans around and we welcome back a lot of familiar faces (Edmure Tully! Yara Greyjoy! Brienne!), the themes of opposition to fate, emotional appeals, and ethical duty get an even better workout.

Whisking along the north wing from interviewing the Secretary, his gown bellying out behind him like a black cloud, Tired Tim heard it, as he wondered for the fourth time if it had been quite in order for Miss Delaney to giggle when he had spoonered : "Will you please tell the Under-Matron to let all the maids off to see His Lordship the Bishop of Iona conduct a fornication in chapel at four o'clock.