I can go and find the master of arms for you, my lady.

He didn't beat the Hound.

You did.

I want to train with you.

(QUIET LAUGH)

You swore to serve both my mother's daughters.

Didn't you?

BRIENNE: Move aside, Podrick.

(BLADE RINGS)

You can't use that, milady. It's too small.

I won't cut you. Don't worry.

I'll try not to.

(SWORDS CLANGING)

(BRIENNE GRUNTING)

-(SWORDS CLANGING) -(BRIENNE GRUNTS)

(SWORDS CLANGING)

(BRIENNE GRUNTS, YELLS)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

-(GRUNTING) -(SWORDS CLANGING)

(BOTH PANTING)

(PANTING)

Who taught you how to do that?

No one.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)