Game of Thrones Page #10

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.

VISERYS:

When?

50.

ILLYRIO:

When the Khal chooses. When the

omens favor war.

VISERYS:

I piss on Dothraki omens. I’ve

waited fifteen years to get my

throne back. I’m tired of this

country, tired of living with

savages.

Above them on the ramp, Daenerys steals a glance at Khal

Drogo. He seems unaware of her existence, staring at the

grass below with no expression on his face.

Daenerys turns to see what he’s watching: Dothraki drummers

pound on their horseskin drums as a dozen young Dothraki

women begin dancing for their Khal.

The Dothraki are not a repressed people. The dance is overtly

sexual, so overt that a warrior soon steps into the circle,

grabs a dancer by the arm, pushes her to the ground and takes

her right there in front of the cheering crowd.

Khal Drogo grins and nods. Evidently this is appropriate

wedding behavior. Daenerys watches with horror.

Soon a second warrior has grabbed a dancer, and then a third.

The trouble begins when two warriors try to lay claim to the

same woman. Both men draw their scimitars and begin swinging

at each other.

The combat is fast, brutal and efficient, the steel blades

blurring in the sunlight. Finally one man misses a parry. An

instant later his entrails spill onto the dust and he falls.

The victor seizes a girl-- not even the original girl they

were fighting over-- and the crowd roars in approval.

Daenerys struggles to keep from vomiting. The platter of

blood sausages in front of her do not help.

Illyrio claps politely and explains to Viserys:

ILLYRIO:

A Dothraki wedding without at least

three deaths is considered a dull

affair.

Khal Drogo stands and raises one hand. Instantly the horde

goes silent. The only noise is the bleating of a lost sheep.

51.

Drogo looks at Dany. There is no sign of mercy in his face.

She realizes that everyone at the wedding is watching her.

Finally she stands. He nods and leads her down the ramp, into

the center of the field.

Dany stands beside her new husband, encircled by her new

tribe, looking very small and pale next to Drogo.

ILLYRIO:

(to Viserys)

Time for the gifts.

Dothraki men surge forward, prostrating themselves before

their Khal and laying down gifts in a growing pile: medallion

belts and painted vests, soft furs and silks, silver rings.

Viserys approaches with a thin smile on his face. He leads

three HANDMAIDS. Two are Dothraki girls with black hair and

almond-shaped eyes. The third is fair-haired and blue-eyed.

VISERYS:

(to Dany)

These are not common servants. Irri

will teach you riding, Jaqui the

Dothraki tongue, and Doreah... the

art of love.

He grins at Doreah, who lowers her eyes.

VISERYS:

She’s quite good. Illyrio and I can

vouch for that.

Ser Jorah approaches next, laying a small stack of old books

before Dany and bowing deeply.

JORAH:

A small gift, my princess, but all a

poor exile could afford. Songs and

histories of the Seven Kingdoms.

The gift touches Dany: she smiles, and speaks for the first

time at her own wedding.

DAENARYS:

Thank you, Ser.

Ser Jorah is pleased that his gift is pleasing. He glances at

Khal Drogo, bows again, and steps back.

Illyrio snaps his fingers. Four BURLY SLAVES hurry forward,

bearing between them a great cedar chest bound in bronze.

52.

Illyrio bows low and gestures for Dany to open the chest.

Inside, resting on a pile of fine velvets and damasks, are

three large eggs: one green, one cream, one black.

She takes one into her hands. The egg shimmers like polished

metal. The surface of the shell is covered with tiny scales.

ILLYRIO:

Dragon’s eggs, from the Shadow

Lands beyond Asshai. The ages have

turned them to stone, but they will

always be beautiful.

Viserys, standing beside Ser Jorah, rolls his eyes.

VISERYS:

Fakes, of course.

Fake or real, the egg mesmerizes Dany. She rolls it in her

hands, letting the light play off the shell.

DAENARYS:

Thank you, Magister. I owe you

everything.

Khal Drogo walks into the crowd. The Dothraki part for him.

Daenerys, confused, tries to hide her anxiety. The Dothraki

look back at her. To her, they are an exotic people, but to

them she is like a visitor from another planet. They have

never seen a girl with silver hair and violet eyes before.

Drogo reemerges from the crowd, leading a splendid young

filly, gray as the winter sea.

Everyone waits to see how Dany will react. Hesitantly she

reaches out to stroke the horse’s neck, running her fingers

through its mane.

Drogo says something in the Dothraki tongue and Illyrio

translates.

ILLYRIO:

Silver for the silver of your hair,

the Khal says.

DAENERYS:

(murmuring)

She’s beautiful.

Drogo steps forward, puts his hands on Dany’s waist, lifts

her as easily as if she were a child’s doll, and places her

on the filly’s thin saddle.

53.

The Dothraki stare at their new queen.

DAENERYS:

(to Illyrio)

What should I do?

Ser Jorah answers for the Magister.

JORAH:

Take the reins and ride. You don’t

have to go far.

Dany gathers the reins and slips her feet into the stirrups.

She squeezes gently with her knees and the filly breaks into

a trot. At first Dany seems frightened, but as the crowd

parts for her and the speed increases, she smiles.

She sends the filly into a gallop through the campground, and

now the Dothraki are hooting and laughing and shouting at

her, impressed by their new khaleesi’s spirit.

Rate this script:3.8 / 6 votes