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Khal
Drogo
finally
called
a
halt
near
the
Eastern
Market
where
the
caravans
from
Yi
Ti
and
Asshai
and
the
Shadow
Lands
came
to
trade
,
with
the
Mother
of
Mountains
looming
overhead
.
Dany
smiled
as
she
recalled
Magister
Illyrio
's
slave
girl
and
her
talk
of
a
palace
with
two
hundred
rooms
and
doors
of
solid
silver
.
The
"
palace
"
was
a
cavernous
wooden
feasting
hall
,
its
rough-hewn
timbered
walls
rising
forty
feet
,
its
roof
sewn
silk
,
a
vast
billowing
tent
that
could
be
raised
to
keep
out
the
rare
rains
,
or
lowered
to
admit
the
endless
sky
.
Around
the
hall
were
broad
grassy
horse
yards
fenced
with
high
hedges
,
firepits
,
and
hundreds
of
round
earthen
houses
that
bulged
from
the
ground
like
miniature
hills
,
covered
with
grass
.
A
small
army
of
slaves
had
gone
ahead
to
prepare
for
Khal
Drogo
's
arrival
.
As
each
rider
swung
down
from
his
saddle
,
he
unbelted
his
arakh
and
handed
it
to
a
waiting
slave
,
and
any
other
weapons
he
carried
as
well
.
Even
Khal
Drogo
himself
was
not
exempt
.
Ser
Jorah
had
explained
that
it
was
forbidden
to
carry
a
blade
in
Vaes
Dothrak
,
or
to
shed
a
free
man
's
blood
.
Even
warring
khalasars
put
aside
their
feuds
and
shared
meat
and
mead
together
when
they
were
in
sight
of
the
Mother
of
Mountains
.
In
this
place
,
the
crones
of
the
dosh
khaleen
had
decreed
,
all
Dothraki
were
one
blood
,
one
khalasar
,
one
herd
.
Cohollo
came
to
Dany
as
Irri
and
Jhiqui
were
helping
her
down
off
her
silver
.
He
was
the
oldest
of
Drogo
's
three
bloodriders
,
a
squat
bald
man
with
a
crooked
nose
and
a
mouth
full
of
broken
teeth
,
shattered
by
a
mace
twenty
years
before
when
he
saved
the
young
khalakka
from
sellswords
who
hoped
to
sell
him
to
his
father
's
enemies
.
His
life
had
been
bound
to
Drogo
's
the
day
her
lord
husband
was
born
.
Every
khal
had
his
bloodriders
.
At
first
Dany
had
thought
of
them
as
a
kind
of
Dothraki
Kingsguard
,
sworn
to
protect
their
lord
,
but
it
went
further
than
that
.
Jhiqui
had
taught
her
that
a
bloodrider
was
more
than
a
guard
;
they
were
the
khal
's
brothers
,
his
shadows
,
his
fiercest
friends
.
"
Blood
of
my
blood
,
"
Drogo
called
them
,
and
so
it
was
;
they
shared
a
single
life
.
The
ancient
traditions
of
the
horselords
demanded
that
when
the
khal
died
,
his
bloodriders
died
with
him
,
to
ride
at
his
side
in
the
night
lands
.
If
the
khal
died
at
the
hands
of
some
enemy
,
they
lived
only
long
enough
to
avenge
him
,
and
then
followed
him
joyfully
into
the
grave
.
In
some
khalasars
,
Jhiqui
said
,
the
bloodriders
shared
the
khal
's
wine
,
his
tent
,
and
even
his
wives
,
though
never
his
horses
.
A
man
's
mount
was
his
own
.
Daenerys
was
glad
that
Khal
Drogo
did
not
hold
to
those
ancient
ways
.
She
should
not
have
liked
being
shared
.
And
while
old
Cohollo
treated
her
kindly
enough
,
the
others
frightened
her
;
Haggo
,
huge
and
silent
,
often
glowered
as
if
he
had
forgotten
who
she
was
,
and
Qotho
had
cruel
eyes
and
quick
hands
that
liked
to
hurt
.
He
left
bruises
on
Doreah
's
soft
white
skin
whenever
he
touched
her
,
and
sometimes
made
Irri
sob
in
the
night
.
Even
his
horses
seemed
to
fear
him
.
Yet
they
were
bound
to
Drogo
for
life
and
death
,
so
Daenerys
had
no
choice
but
to
accept
them
.
And
sometimes
she
found
herself
wishing
her
father
had
been
protected
by
such
men
.
In
the
songs
,
the
white
knights
of
the
Kingsguard
were
ever
noble
,
valiant
,
and
true
,
and
yet
King
Aerys
had
been
murdered
by
one
of
them
,
the
handsome
boy
they
now
called
the
Kingslayer
,
and
a
second
,
Ser
Barristan
the
Bold
,
had
gone
over
to
the
Usurper
.
She
wondered
if
all
men
were
as
false
in
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
When
her
son
sat
the
Iron
Throne
,
she
would
see
that
he
had
bloodriders
of
his
own
to
protect
him
against
treachery
in
his
Kingsguard
.
"
Khaleesi
,
"
Cohollo
said
to
her
,
in
Dothraki
.
"
Drogo
,
who
is
blood
of
my
blood
,
commands
me
to
tell
you
that
he
must
ascend
the
Mother
of
Mountains
this
night
,
to
sacrifice
to
the
gods
for
his
safe
return
.
"
Only
men
were
allowed
to
set
foot
on
the
Mother
,
Dany
knew
.
The
khal
's
bloodriders
would
go
with
him
,
and
return
at
dawn
.
"
Tell
my
sun-and-stars
that
I
dream
of
him
,
and
wait
anxious
for
his
return
,
"
she
replied
,
thankful
.
Dany
tired
more
easily
as
the
child
grew
within
her
;
in
truth
,
a
night
of
rest
would
be
most
welcome
.
Her
pregnancy
only
seemed
to
have
inflamed
Drogo
's
desire
for
her
,
and
of
late
his
embraces
left
her
exhausted
.
