[Horse neighs] [Man shouting]

That's my Uncle Benjen's horse.

She told me about all the horses that she liked,

and forced to run behind the horses for as long as he can.

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

[Speaks Dothraki] *Hrazef ido fini ovethi yomme havazh.* Wooden horses that fly across the sea...

[Speaks Dothraki] *Fin allayafa shafka drogikhoon anni, me shafki.* Choose any horse you wish, it is yours.

[Speaks Dothraki] *majin adothrak hrazef ido yomme Havazzhifi Kazga...* ...and ride wooden horses across the black salt water...

[Speaks Dothraki] *Kisha vastoki vos alikh hrazefi ido m'adori shiqethi.* Let's speak no more of wooden horses and iron chairs.