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- You don't believe that. - Of course I do.

in our very midst?

Daario: Huh, an army?

It's prophecy. It's fate.

You would have been a lousy adventurer.

You said people would try to tear us apart, take what's ours.

Don't let anyone in.

Handmaiden: Your Grace, I'm sorry to disturb you.

I don't think she likes it very much.

- You all know why you're here. - (shouting stops)

The Sons of the Harpy?

I don't know where she came from.

- (GROWLING) - (GATE SHATTERS)

- Confess. - Please.

What could I do to her that those hounds couldn't?

Lord Commander Snow did what he thought was right,

wanting someone who doesn't want you back?

You want her to do it or me?

Or would you rather the men build a pyre?

We each have our roles.

Thorne did this.

[ Speaking Dothraki ]

and Lady Walda's carrying a boy.

If you grow old.

trying my best to keep my people alive and well fed.

The love between a man and wife is sacred.

Do you know who struck the killing blow?

Soon they'll return, singing songs of men in gold masks.

But it's too cold. I can't. I won't make it. I'll die.

- (SCREAMS) - (SLICING)