Hizdahr zo Loraq

Politics is the art of compromise, Your Grace.

- At your command? - If need be.

Yes, my queen.

I think I've seen enough.

I was wrong and you were right.

You don't approve?

Fair enough. Yet it's an unpleasant question,

I'm not talking about myself.

Without them, former slaves and former masters

carrion for vultures, rotting in the sun.

which existed long before you or I

Your Grace, it is a tradition

the crowd saw me, all skin and bone back then,

They don't know their own minds, but you do?

Whatever he wants from me, he's not going to get it.

( screams )

You yourself?

Those men think they're dying for a good reason.

That is a vital part of the great city of Meereen,

So your reasons are true and theirs are false?

for the queen to stay until the victor has emerged.

I'm talking about the necessary conditions for greatness.

I will reopen the fighting pits.

Bring some here and ask them yourself.

Opening them would show the people of Meereen