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However, if his destiny was to stop the Mad Queen from destroying all that is left after the war then he's still got a way to go. Jon will surely have to have a crack at Dany at some point though, won't he?

Once that is done will he be incinerated by a dragon or some other horrendous fate because his race will effectively be run? As with just about everything on this show, it's tough to predict. We will just have to bite our collective tongue and wait until next Monday, when the final - yes, final - episode of Game of Thrones ever will air.

Is Jon's purpose done? He had a decent backstory. Most importantly, he created the jeopardy that put all the other events in Westeros in perspective. As the characters obsessed over who would rule over Westeros by taking their place on the Iron Throne, the threat of the Night King promised to relegate that struggle into insignificance. This meant that the story of every character in Games of Thrones involved a growing capacity for solidarity.

His alliance with the wildlings — a gang of feral barbarians who are considered beyond the pale by everyone else in Westeros — was the first moment in which an ancient hostility was put aside in favour of a greater good. This growing realisation that human beings were actually pretty decent when faced with an army of zombies gave the show its dynamism. Which is why the most recent season has been so gash.

Instead of building the series to a final clash between the forces of life and death, instead of facing the humans off against their creepy, undead counterparts, the show has instead decided to opt for a volte-face, in which human beings are revealed as the real danger. The Night King was inexplicably defeated in episode three. All the old allegiances are on the scrapheap. All hope is lost. And all because human beings were the baddies all along.

This has pissed off a lot of fans. Now alone, Grey Worm whirls and spins at the circle of leering masks, killing yet another two, even when surrounded. The Harpies are unwilling to get close to the pride of the Unsullied. Yet eventually they manage to strike him from behind and, just as they are about to deliver the killing blows, they hear one of their comrades screaming for mercy and a beautiful note of steel on bone. They turn to see another Harpy getting his legs hewn out from under him to reveal Ser Barristan the Bold, bitches!

Where's their backup? That's right, Selmy has already crossed eight of these fools off of his checklist. A dozen advance on Barristan warily, all too aware of Ser Grandfather's reputation it would seem; and leaving four to deal with Grey Worm. A shaft of sunlight catches the Bold's implacable figure and his naked sword, bathed in Harpy blood as he levels it at the approaching mob, feinting a sudden move.

Several try to rush past and get behind the elderly knight, but Selmy, backed by a heroic variant of the Targaryen theme , leaps into combat like a man half his age. Within three precise moves two are already dead, one tries to shiv Barristan from behind only to find his fellow Harpy pulled around and thrown onto his own dagger. Selmy punts the shish-kebabed slaver and his accidental killer into their companions, keeping them from rushing him all at once.

Jaime was not lying, the aged swordsman is truly a painter, a painter that only uses red. He lays one open from hip to shoulder, disembowels a second and with only his second expert parry of the entire fight splits a third's spinal cord in half with a lightning riposte before running a fourth clean through. Grey Worm finds a new well of strength and lays into the four standing over him, unwilling to leave Barristan fighting solo.

Selmy half decapitates a fallen Harpy, pulling his sword free with a squelch from his shattered collar bone, before one of the thinning ranks of his foes finally decides to grab onto the knight regardless of the cost. Although Barristan employs a half-swording vertical counter that bisects his opponent near clean in two from the front to free himself, the Harpy has given his allies the chance they need.

One kicks the true knight square in the back, pushing him into the midst of his six remaining foes, he fights his way free with a single stroke but it is clear the heavy impact has offset his flow. Another practically lands on Barristan's sword point as the knight staggers back, trying to get back into the fray but the Harpy holds himself on the blade maniacally, Selmy manages to push him off in time to kill his next attacker, but his direction of the skirmish is truly shot and a Harpy dives in low and hamstrings Barristan with a golok.

Incredibly, the truest knight pays the Harpy back in kind, only his return slice is a bit higher, try, along the path of several major organs. Of the three Harpies left, the first, who has no weapon, stomps Barristan down and the other two jump on him with knives.

Selmy gores one through the intestines and out the other side with his sword and just as he is about to be stabbed in the back, he shoves his poniard, which he drew from his belt while on the ground with his left hand, up under the Harpy's armpit and into his heart. At the last possible second, Selmy withdraws his sword from the dying Harpy to defend himself - he's won! The final Harpy drives a leaf-bladed dirk right between Barristan's ribs, causing the old warrior to unleash a heart-rending yell of agony.

The last Harpy wrenches his recently acquired weapon free, unstoppering the knight's life blood in a great rushing flow, grabs his hair from behind as the queen's royal protector kneels, defeated, and prepares to draw the knife across Selmy's throat And Grey Worm skewers the bastard before his arm can be pulled to the side and around.

The two comrades-in-arms fall next each other in the battle soaked straw, Barristan has already passed out from blood loss and Grey Worm quickly follows, but not before desperately trying to find out if the old Ser is alive.

The walls are bathed in great patches of maroon liquid and even if they both die; they have sent nothing short of a heroic deal of their queen's enemies to the deepest circle of the seven hells this day Seventeen kills to Grey Worm and twenty two to Ser Barristan the Bold as they lie among the corpses they've made of men, their own crimson pooling underneath them while the bells ring on and on Community Showcase More.

Follow TV Tropes. You need to login to do this. Get Known if you don't have an account. Ser Bronn of the Blackwater: Well If you ever see the wee fucker, give him my regards. Ser Jaime Lannister: He murdered my father. If I ever see him, I'll split him in two. And then I'll give him your regards. Queen Selyse Baratheon nee Florent: You think highly of this boy?

Stannis: musing Perhaps, but that wasn't Ned Stark's way. Lord Peter Baelish: I saw her once. I was a boy, living with your mother's family. Lord Whent held a great tourney at Harrenhall. Everyone was there. She was already promised to Robert. You can imagine what it was like for me, a boy from nowhere, with nothing to his name, watching these legendary men, tilting at the lists.

The last two riders were Barristan Selmy and Rhaegar Targaryen. When Rhaegar won, everyone cheered for their prince. I remember the girls laughing when he took off his helmet and they saw that silver hair, how handsome he was. Until he rode right past his wife, Elia Martell, and all the smiles died.

I've never seen so many people so quiet. He rode past his wife and he lay a crown of winter roses in Lyanna's lap. Blue as frost. How many tens of thousands had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt? Tyrion: sulking, then sly as a thought comes to him, he starts scanning Jorah intently A highborn knight from the North of Westeros, down on his luck in Essos. Dragon epaulets, bear sigil breastplate.