'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.

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.

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.