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"
The
black
,
"
she
said
,
"
is
Drogon
.
"
Yet
even
as
her
dragons
prospered
,
her
khalasar
withered
and
died
.
Around
them
the
land
turned
ever
more
desolate
.
Even
devilgrass
grew
scant
;
horses
dropped
in
their
tracks
,
leaving
so
few
that
some
of
her
people
must
trudge
along
on
foot
.
Doreah
took
a
fever
and
grew
worse
with
every
league
they
crossed
.
Her
lips
and
hands
broke
with
blood
blisters
,
her
hair
came
out
in
clumps
,
and
one
evenfall
she
lacked
the
strength
to
mount
her
horse
.
Jhogo
said
they
must
leave
her
or
bind
her
to
her
saddle
,
but
Dany
remembered
a
night
on
the
Dothraki
sea
,
when
the
Lysene
girl
had
taught
her
secrets
so
that
Drogo
might
love
her
more
.
She
gave
Doreah
water
from
her
own
skin
,
cooled
her
brow
with
a
damp
cloth
,
and
held
her
hand
until
she
died
,
shivering
.
Only
then
would
she
permit
the
khalasar
to
press
on
.
They
saw
no
sign
of
other
travelers
.
The
Dothraki
began
to
mutter
fearfully
that
the
comet
had
led
them
to
some
hell
.
Dany
went
to
Ser
Jorah
one
morning
as
they
made
camp
amidst
a
jumble
of
black
wind
-
scoured
stones
.
"
Are
we
lost
?
"
she
asked
him
.
"
Does
this
waste
have
no
end
to
it
?
"
"
It
has
an
end
,
"
he
answered
wearily
.
"
I
have
seen
the
maps
the
traders
draw
,
my
queen
.
Few
caravans
come
this
way
,
that
is
so
,
yet
there
are
great
kingdoms
to
the
east
,
and
cities
full
of
wonders
.
Yi
Ti
,
Qarth
,
Asshai
by
the
Shadow
.
.
.
"
"
Will
we
live
to
see
them
?
"
"
I
will
not
lie
to
you
.
The
way
is
harder
than
I
dared
think
.
"
The
knight
’
s
face
was
grey
and
exhausted
.
The
wound
he
had
taken
to
his
hip
the
night
he
fought
Khal
Drogo
’
s
bloodriders
had
never
fully
healed
;
she
could
see
how
he
grimaced
when
he
mounted
his
horse
,
and
he
seemed
to
slump
in
his
saddle
as
they
rode
.
"
Perhaps
we
are
doomed
if
we
press
on
.
.
.
but
I
know
for
a
certainty
that
we
are
doomed
if
we
turn
back
.
"
Dany
kissed
him
lightly
on
the
cheek
.
It
heartened
her
to
see
him
smile
.
I
must
be
strong
for
him
as
well
,
she
thought
grimly
.
A
knight
he
may
be
,
but
I
am
the
blood
of
the
dragon
.
The
next
pool
they
found
was
scalding
-
hot
and
stinking
of
brimstone
,
but
their
skins
were
almost
empty
.
The
Dothraki
cooled
the
water
in
jars
and
pots
and
drank
it
tepid
.
The
taste
was
no
less
foul
,
but
water
was
water
,
and
all
of
them
thirsted
.
Dany
looked
at
the
horizon
with
despair
.
They
had
lost
a
third
of
their
number
,
and
still
the
waste
stretched
before
them
,
bleak
and
red
and
endless
.
The
comet
mocks
my
hopes
,
she
thought
,
lifting
her
eyes
to
where
it
scored
the
sky
.
Have
I
crossed
half
the
world
and
seen
the
birth
of
dragons
only
to
die
with
them
in
this
hard
hot
desert
?
She
would
not
believe
it
.
