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More laughter from the Lannisters, more curses from Robb. Theon continues to hold Robb back, now aided by Ser Rodrik, until the Lannister party is safely away.
Far from being frightened, Arya is thrilled. This is where she wants to be, among the rough and brawling boys.
JON (to Arya) You’d better get back.
ARYA I hate needlework! It’s not fair!
JON Nothing is fair.
He messes her hair again and walks away, Ghost following silently. Reluctantly, Arya turns in the other direction.
In the distance, she sees Septa Mordane waiting for her – along with Lady Catelyn herself. Neither looks pleased.
Arya sighs and goes to take what she’s got coming.
EXT. DOTHRAKI ENCAMPMENT - DAY
Outside the city walls of Pentos, hordes of DOTHRAKI WARRIORS–- along with their WOMEN, CHILDREN, and SLAVES–- have gathered to celebrate their Khal’s wedding day. An earthen ramp has been raised in the middle of a vast grass field. Dany sits beside Khal Drogo. Beautiful as she is in her wedding silks, she looks as scared as a trapped animal. Khal Drogo does not seem to notice her. He shouts commands and jests in his own tongue to his bloodriders, who sit below him on the second-highest level of the ramp. Also seated on that level are Jorah Mormont, Magister Illyrio, and Viserys, who looks splendid in a new black wool tunic with a scarlet dragon on the chest. They are in the midst of an urgent conversation, keeping their voices low.
Illyrio waves languidly, rings glittering on his fingers.
ILLYRIO Trust me. The Khal has promised you a crown and you shall have it.
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