Have patience, Khaleesi. We will go home, I promise you.

You will drink.

He will never leave you alone.

He will not have you either, Khaleesi.

He will never abandon the hunt.

If you ride to darkest Asshai, his assassins will follow you.

Go as far away as you can,

Your son will have Targaryen blood

He will not have my son.

[Speaks Dothraki] *...vezh adothrae nakhaan rhaesheseri.* ...the stallion will ride to the ends of the earth.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Maan anha vazhak jin ador shiqethi...* I will give him the iron chair...

[Speaks Dothraki] *Ma rizhaan anni, vezh fin asaja rhaesheseres,* And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world,

[Speaks Dothraki] *Anha, zhey Drogo, atak jin.* l, Drogo, will do this.

[Speaks Dothraki] *maan anha valloshak azh akka.* I will also pledge a gift.

Can you smell the fruit, ser?

If you sailed all the way to the Basilisk Isles,

The wine is for the khaleesi. It's not for the likes of you.

You have the honour of addressing Daenerys of the House Targaryen,

Enjoy the market. I'll rejoin you soon enough.

You honour me, ser.