You can tell a lot about someone by their shower rituals. Some of the more artsy types like to sing in the shower, or draw things on the condensation, with more sensible people actually washing themselves. Personally I like to think of myself as a more grounded person, not caught up in silly fantasies, and instead hum Rains of Castamere over and over until the shower finally runs out of hot water. For the uninitiated, the “Rains of Castamere” is a catchy little number featured in the A Song of Ice and Fire books (or the much more commonly known TV series Game of Thrones) about Tywin Lannister’s destruction of the minor houses Tarbeck and Reyne.
And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.[4]
On the surface level it doesn’t sound too bad – after all Westeros seems to exist in a perpetual state of murder, rape, and realpolitik with the odd famine here and there – it’s not until you pick up on all the little details you start to realize their significance. See House Lannister is the richest and most powerful house of the Westerlands, due to their access to gold mines, with House Tarbeck and Reyne being their most powerful bannermen. Tytos Lannister, the aging patriarch otherwise known as the Laughing Lion for his amiability and his meek nature, allowed House Tarbeck and Reyne to borrow heavily without any agreement on when the loan will be paid back. Tywin Lannister at the age of 16, angry that his lord father’s bannermen were mocking him by refusing to pay and further incensed by House Tarbeck and Reyne openly rebelling, takes command of his father’s forces and marched on Tarbeck Hall. When the Tarbeck garrison refused to surrender and swear fealty he ordered every man, woman, and child loyal to House Tarbeck to be killed, razed Tarbeck Hall to the ground, and then salted the fields to ensure nothing would ever grow. On a scale of 1 to Genghis Khan for brutality – Tywin Lannister is pretty goddamn Khan.
Then things get even worse (or even better depending on how metal you are). House Reyne, unlike House Tarbeck, had built their castle (Castamere) over their gold mines and this meant that Castamere was mostly underground – and therefore didn’t have the weaknesses of Tarbeck Hall. There were no walls to scale, no exposed towers to destroy with magonel or trebuchet, the only entry point to Castamere was a narrow tunnel guarded by knights. With Castamere having ample time to take preparations for a siege: killing and salting their livestock, burning their own fields to leave nothing for the advancing army, stockpiling all their food reserves – the likelihood of the Lannister siege succeeding was low. Tywin, knowing that he couldn’t waste time starving the Reynes out; especially with the possibility of another house joining House Reyne and catching the Lannister host from behind; and ordered the neighbouring river to be diverted directly into the main tunnel of Castamere, killing everyone trapped inside and destroying the ancient castle.
I dilly dally my shower time by humming the “Rains of Castamere” because it is literally the most metal song ever made. Tywin Lannister tells his dad to hold his gold and goes Genghis Khan on two houses because:
- A) They didn’t pay him back
And
- B) They disrespectin’
The only way Tywin could be more of a thug is if he was sitting pimped out on horseback while the Reynes went down, being handed a joint rolled between the thighs of beautiful women by Snoop Dogg himself.
This makes me glad we live in a (fairly) civilized society. Imagine if creditors would call you up and sing the Bills of Microsoft as a gentle reminder when you’re behind on your repayments. Or if VISA changed their slogan to VISA pays its debts; with Mastercard releasing a new advertising campaign: “Calling your banners: 10,000 dragons, equipping your host: 300,000 dragons, destroying your enemies down to the last child: priceless. There are some things in life money can’t buy – for everything else, there’s Mastercard.”
I don’t know about you, but I’ll take the neighbourhood friendly loan shark breaking my knee caps any day of the week.