


Hang him and be done with it,” remarked the Blackfish gruffly.) Then there was Jaime, missing his sword hand and, rather more distressingly, his once burgeoning conscience (it frustrates me that the writers have bungled Jaime’s arc so badly: he’s right back to season one which, while entertaining, doesn’t count as character development), and Jon, still seemingly struggling with his unexpected resurrection and certainly more unsure of himself than he was of old. (“My nephew is marked for death no matter what. There was Theon, the unfortunate recipient of some brusque “man up” advice from his sister, and poor Edmure, a perpetual pawn in a game he can’t win. Game of Thrones is occasionally particularly on the nose with its titles and so it proved this week with a well-paced, quieter episode that moved more pieces into place and presented us with a whole array of broken men. You don’t cure disease by spreading it among people.” Do not read unless you have watched season six, episode seven, which airs in the UK on Sky Atlantic on Monday at 9pm, and is repeated in Australia on Showcase on Monday at 7.30pm AEST.

Spoiler alert: this blog is published after Game of Thrones airs on HBO in the US on Sunday night and on Foxtel in Australia on Monday afternoon.
