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Barristan: Your Grace, allow me to present
the captains of the Second Sons
Mero of Braavos,
Prendahl na Ghezn,
and
Daario Naharis.
You are the Mother of Dragons?
I swear I *** you once in a pleasure house in Lys.
- Mind your tongue. - Mero: Why?
I didn't mind hers.
She licked my *** like she was born to do it.
( laughs )
You, slave girl, bring wine.
We have no slaves here.
You'll all be slaves after the battle
unless I save you.
Take your clothes off and come and sit on Mero's lap
and I may give you my Second Sons.
Give me your Second Sons and I may not have you gelded.
Ser Barristan, how many men fight for the Second Sons?
Under 2,000, Your Grace.
We have more, don't we?
Barristan: 10,000 Unsullied.
I'm only a young girl, new to the ways of war,
but perhaps a seasoned captain like yourself
can explain to me how you propose to defeat us.
I hope the old man is better with a sword than he is with a lie.
You have 8,000 Unsullied.
You're very young to be a captain.
He's not a captain. He's a lieutenant.
Even if your numbers are right,
you must admit the odds don't favor your side.
The Second Sons have faced worse odds and won.
The Second Sons have faced worse odds and run.
Or you could fight for me.
( Mero laughs )
We've taken the slavers' gold.
We fight for Yunkai.
- Daenerys: I would pay you as much and more. - ( sniffs )
Our contract is our bond.
If we break our bond,
no one will hire the Second Sons again.
Ride with me and you'll never need another contract.
You'll have gold and castles and lordships of your choosing
when I take back the Seven Kingdoms.
You have no ships. You have no siege weapons.
You have no cavalry.
A fortnight ago, I had no army.
A year ago, I had no dragons.
You have two days to decide.
Show me your ***. I want to see if it's worth fighting for.
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You seem to be enjoying my wine.
Perhaps you'd like a flagon to help you ponder.
Only a flagon?
And what are my brothers in arms to drink?
- A barrel, then. - Good.
The Titan's *** does not drink alone.
In the Second Sons, we share everything.
After the battle, maybe we'll all share you.
I'll come looking for you when this is over.
Ser Barristan,
if it comes to battle, kill that one first.
Gladly, Your Grace.