My friends!
Large sorry...
...you wait so fat time.
And you, Grey Worm?
You want to drink wine with these men?
The men who tore us from our mothers' arms and sold us at auction like cattle?
I am a soldier, not a politician.
But if there is a chance for peace --
a just peace --
we should take it.
Missandei,
you know what these men are. How can you trust them?
I do not trust them. I will never trust them.
But as a wise man once said,
"We make peace with our enemies, not our friends."
My friends...
We wandered off from the Western Market and got lost.
Could you show us the way back?
What do you sell?
Wine.
Come down to my stall tomorrow,
I'll give you a cask of the Arbor's finest.
You're not merchants.
Get the others.
Some of them don't think Dothraki should breed with foreigners.
They are stupid old women. They don't realize that we have always diluted our blood.
This one is Lhazareen.
Her Khal found her hiding in a well after he burned her village.
How old were you?
Twelve.
A year later, she bore her Khal a daughter. How did he show his happiness?
He broke my ribs.
We are not queens here, but the khals depend on us for our wisdom.
Our lives have meaning.
That is more than most have.
When the khals meet for the Khalar Vezhven tomorrow night,
I hope they let you live out your days with us.
The other possibilities are not so pleasant.
I need to make water.
You can't run from Dothraki.
You know this.
I will never run from Dothraki.
Go, show her.
I needed fresh air.
The old women stink.
They do stink.
You must have been very young when your Khal died.
Sixteen.
Too bad he didn't die sooner.
Yes, too bad.
Is it true you have three dragons?
And they breathe fire?
They do.
Would you like to see them one day?
I am Dosh Khaleen.
I can never leave Vaes Dothrak, until I rise as smoke from the pyre on the day I die.
And you...
Have faith in me, Khaleesi.
Do not betray me.
It is forbidden to spill blood in the sacred city.
It is forbidden to carry weapons in the sacred city.
So we don't spill blood!
Well... there's always a little blood.
Someone crushed his head with a rock.
Aggo belonged to my khalasar.
He served me well.
He got his head smashed in by a rock.
Fuck Aggo.
Bring in Drogo's widow.
Who cares about her? She's a midget.
I like her.
She's paler than milk.
I'd like to know what a khaleesi tastes like.
Good.
You can suck my dick.
She belongs with the Dosh Khaleen.
The Wise Masters of Yunkai want her.
They're offering ten thousand horses in exchange.
What's worth more,
one pink little girl or ten thousand horses?
Fuck the Wise Masters in their perfumed asses.
I'll take their horses for myself.
Don't you want to know what I think?
You'd rather be sold into slavery?
Or maybe you'd like to show Rhalko here what you taste like?
No.
I don't want either of those things.
We don't care what you want.
This is the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen.
You have no voice here,
unless you are Dosh Khaleen.
Which you are not, until we decide you are.
I know where I am. I have been here before.
This is where the Dosh Khaleen pronounced my child the Stallion Who Mounts the World.
And what happened?
You trusted a sorceress, like a fool.
Your baby is dead because of you.
And so is Khal Drogo.
This is where Drogo promised to take his khalasar west to where the world ends.
To ride wooden horses across the Black Salt Sea as no khal has done before.
He promised to kill the men in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses.
He swore to me before the Mother of Mountains.
And you were dumb enough to believe him.
And here, now, what great matters do the Great Khals discuss?
Which little villages you'll raid,
how many girls you'll get to fuck, how many horses you'll demand in tribute.
You are small men.
None of you are fit to lead the Dothraki.
But I am.
SO I Will.
All right.
No Dosh Khaleen for you.
Instead we'll take turns fucking you.
And then we'll let our bloodriders fuck you.
And if there's anything left of you,
we'll give our horses a turn.
You crazy cunt.
Did you really think we would serve you?
You're not going to serve.
You're going to die.