Setting our sights back on King's Landing, where the Last War will be waged, makes a lot of sense, even if it does feel a bit anticlimactic after last week's deadly, blustery maelstrom.

A strict falsificationist position is thus inappropriate in research on meaningful data.

Still, with all his misbodings, and with the signs of disaffection everywhere, he could have been but imperfectly aware of what was daily and hourly passing in the Castle of Framlingham, on which the royal standard waved.

Bloody hell! Where did you come from, scaring me like that!