[Speaks English] Throne.

Moon of my life.

All men are of one flock, so my people believe.

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[Speaks Dothraki] *Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres!* The stallion that mounts the world!

[Chanting] Rhaego! Rhaego!

Rhaego! Rhaego!

Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego...

[High-pitched] Where is she? Hmm?

Where is she? I'm here for the feast.

You are no king.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Anha vazhak maan rek me zala.* I will give to him what he wants.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Anha vazhak maan firikhnharen hoshora ma mahrazhi aqovi affin mori atihi mae.* I will give to him a golden crown and men will tremble when they will see it.

A crown for a king.

Os.

Thank you, silver lady.

(Speaks Dothraki)

[Speaks Dothraki] *Vo hrazef laz yoma evethiz.* No horse can cross the poison water.

[Speaks Dothraki] *...Sani sorfi vekha yomme havash.* ...there are many dirts beyond the sea.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Sorfo athyolari anni.* The dirts of my birth. [[The dirt where I was born.]]