Meanwhile, in Essos, Daenerys had wed the Dothraki leader Khal Drogo and was travelling with him to the Dothraki city in the middle of Essos. She wasn't alone, though. With her was her brother and Ser Jorah Mormont, an exiled knight of Westeros.
Although she was still new – and still a bit unsure – with Dothraki ways, she was slowly adapting. Gone were her silk dresses. Now, she wore Dothraki clothes – a khaki singlet, pants, and boots, all made from flax and horse skin. There was only one person whom Daenerys could trust in the group: Ser Jorah Mormont. But there was still someone on her mind. The strange man she had met in Pentos. She never got his name, but she found him intriguing. And she still had the key he had given her. Though she hardly knew how a key was supposed to help her see him again.
"Do the Dothraki buy their slaves?" Daenerys asked Jorah.
"The Dothraki don't believe in money," Jorah explained. "Most of their slaves were given to them as gifts."
"From whom?"
"If you rule a city and see the horde approaching, you have two choices – pay tribute or fight. It's an easy choice for most. But, of course, sometimes it's not enough. Sometimes a Khal feels insulted by the number of slaves he's given. He might think the men are too weak or the women too ugly. Sometimes a Khal decided his riders haven't had a good fight in months and need the practice."
Up ahead of the two was a Dothraki rider and a slave walking beside him. The slave – who had been carrying some of the Dothraki luggage on his back – had slowed his pace. The Dothraki rider had gotten angry about it. He shouted in Dothraki at the slave and hit him sharply over the head with his whip.
Daenerys didn't like it. She needed to go and take a breather. Try and clear her head. "Tell them all to stop," she told Jorah.
"You want the entire horde to stop?" Jorah asked. "For how long?"
"Until I command them otherwise."
"You're learning to talk like a queen."
"Not a Queen. A Khaleesi." Daenerys got off her white mare and walked into the bush on the side of the road. As she did, she could hear Jorah speak to the Dothraki in their language.
She weaved her way through the scrawny trunks til she came to an open. She felt relieved. Alone at last, she thought. But the peaceful silence didn't last long. To her right, she heard the rustling of branches and a sword's blade clanging against them. Someone else was coming. She turned around to see where the sound came from. Backing away slightly, she heard a horse neigh and the hooves against the ground.
"You dare!" Viserys roared. "You dare give demands to me?! To me?! You do not command the dragon." He got off his horse and went over to his sister, grabbing her throat. "I am the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. I don't take orders from savages or their sluts. Do you understand me?"
Daenerys reached into her pocket, grabbed the key that the strange man had given her, and clutched it in her hand, bringing it to her chest. She was scared. She was frightened.
"You hear me?!" Viserys repeated, louder this time. His grip around his sister's throat tightened, causing Daenerys to wheeze and gasp for any necessary air. However, throughout the chaos and the yelling, he didn't hear a wheezing coming from behind him. Old mechanical wheezing. It grew louder with each second, and when Viserys did listen to it, he let go of Daenerys' throat and watched as a brown box with the words' police box' began to appear.
Daenerys looked down at the key, which began to glow in synch with the noise. Then, the noise became louder and louder until the box fully appeared and wasn't see-through anymore.
Viserys stared at it til other Dothraki riders appeared. One of them was the male who had hit the slave minutes before. He used his whip and wrapped the end around Viserys throat, pulling him away from Daenerys.
Unknown to everyone, someone had exited the box and walked over to where Daenerys was. "I see you've decided to trust me..." he began.
Daenerys turned her head. The man from Pentos. He was here. Right when she needed him the most. But how was he here? "Well, um … I was scared … Afraid my brother was going to hurt me."
The other Dothraki turned their heads to the newest member of the group. "Who's he?" the rider with the whip asked in Dothraki.
The Professor looked up. "I'm a friend of hers," he said, pointing at Daenerys. "I'm the Professor."
Daenerys looked at the Professor in amazement. All she could hear was the rider and the Professor speaking to each other in Dothraki. And he said it well.
"Is this true?" the rider asked Daenerys. But since she didn't understand the language, one of her handmaidens translated for her.
"Yes," Daenerys answered.
Meanwhile, Viserys was on the ground, gagging and gasping for air. Everyone looked at him, and the rider said something in Dothraki, to which the handmaiden translated, "Rakharo ask if you want him dead, Khaleesi."
"No," Daenerys answered.
Rakharo said something again. "Rakharo say you should take ear to teach respect," the handmaiden translated.
"Please. Please. Don't hurt him," Daenerys said. "Tell him I don't want my brother harmed."
Her handmaiden translated it into Dothraki for Rakharo. "Huh?" Rakharo asked the handmaiden, to which she nodded slowly. He then released the whip from around Viserys' neck, who gasped loudly.
Viserys got up slowly, and he looked over to Jorah. "Mormont! Kill these Dothraki dogs!" he ordered, but there was no response. Jorah just looked from Viserys to Rakharo. "I am your king!"
Jorah ignored Viserys. "Shall we return to the khalasar, Khaleesi?" he asked Daenerys.
Daenerys nodded slowly. "Could he come along?" Daenerys asked, then turned to the Professor. "I'm sorry. I don't know your name..."
"Professor. I'm known as the Professor," he said. "But I … Uh, don't have a horse..."
"You can use that," Jorah said, pointing to the horse that Viserys had been riding.
"What?!" Viserys asked, outraged. "But that's my horse." He began to go over to it, but Rakharo stopped him.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. You …. Walk."
The Professor went over to the horse and mounted it himself. "By the way, I want that box taken with us," he said to Rakharo, pointing at the TARDIS.
Rakharo looked at Daenerys, who was being helped onto her white mare by her handmaiden. The handmaiden translated what had been said to Daenerys. "Let the box be taken with us," she said, and the handmaiden translated it back to Rakharo.
Rakharo sighed and went over to the other Dothraki. While they were organising a wagon for the TARDIS, the Professor rode his – formally Viserys' – horse over to Daenerys and Jorah before the khalasar was on its way again.
The Dothraki horde rode their way across the Dothraki Sea (which wasn't a sea at all. In reality, it was a vast prairie) til the Sun set that day, and they had made camp.
As they rode, the Professor got acquainted with Daenerys and Jorah, getting to know them more. And them getting to know him more, too.
"Your Dothraki is quite excellent," Jorah said.
"You could teach me," Daenerys suggested. She hadn't known the Professor for long, but she was already amazed at who he was. At how special he was.
"Well, I must confess something," the Professor admitted. "I wasn't really speaking Dothraki. My ship … Well, it has a telepathic field that gets inside your mind. It can help translate any language in the universe. However, it does have its limitations. You've already seen what the telepathic field can do."
"The key," Daenerys mused. "When I held the key, exactly how you said, I thought of you. I needed help … And you came."
The Professor nodded. "That's right. You see, the keys are a part of my ship. They also have the same telepathic field. And it's through that that I managed to pinpoint your exact location. So you could say they amplified your thoughts across time and space so I could find you. But unfortunately, the telepathic field generated by the key alone is too weak to translate any language. For that, you'll need to travel inside the TARDIS, which is a gift only the TARDIS can give you."
Daenerys nodded slowly, hoping she understood correctly. "So, I should come with you one day?" she asked.
The Professor smiled softly. "Yeah. One day. I would like it if you did. Because you, Daenerys, are remarkable."
A few hours later, once the Dothraki set up the camp, the Professor, Ser Jorah Mormont and Rakharo were sitting around a fire while Daenerys was in the hut with her handmaidens.
"For a man on horseback, the curved blade is a good thing," Jorah said, running his hand over Rakharo's blade before he flipped it over. "Easier to handle. It's a good weapon for a Dothrakan. But a man in full plate ..." he gestured his right hand over his chest while translating the latter. "... The arakh won't get through the steel." He handed the curved blade back to Rakharo before picking up his sword. "That's where the broadsword has the advantage. Designed for piercing the plate."
"Dothraki don't wear steel dresses," Rakharo rebutted.
"Armour," Jorah said, correcting him.
"Armour," Rakharo repeated. "Armour make a man, erm ..." He tried to think of the English word but said the Dothraki word.
"Slow," Jorah corrected with a nod. "It's true, but it also keeps a man alive."
"My father taught me how to fight. He taught me that speed defeats size."
"I've heard that your father was a famous warrior."
"He was a bloodrider to Khal Bharbo. And your father, Jorah the Andal? He was a warrior also?"
"He still is. A man of great honour. And I betrayed him."
All three were silent til Daenerys' handmaiden appeared from the tent. "Khaleesi wants to eat something different tonight. Kill some rabbits."
"There are no rabbits," Rakharo told her.
"Find some ducks. She likes ducks."
"Have you seen any ducks, woman? No rabbits, no ducks."
The Professor got up and faced the handmaiden. "Tell Daenerys that I'll make her something," he said as he started to head for his ship, but the handmaiden stopped him.
"Wait," she said. "There's something else."
The Professor turned around. "Hmm?"
"The Khaleesi have baby inside her."
"She's pregnant?"
She nodded. "It is true. She does not bleed for two moons. Her belly start to swell."
"A blessing from the Great Stallion," Rakharo said in Dothraki.
"I'll make her something exceptional then," the Professor said, and the handmaiden nodded before entering Daenerys tent.
Jorah was silent for a moment, then looked over at Rakharo and the Professor. "I need to ride to Qohor," he said, getting up.
"You're leaving?" the Professor asked.
"Only for a short while. But don't worry. I'll catch up with you. The horde's easy to find."