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"
The
thunder
of
his
hooves
!
"
the
others
chorused
.
"
As
swift
as
the
wind
he
rides
,
and
behind
him
his
khalasar
covers
the
earth
,
men
without
number
,
with
arakhs
shining
in
their
hands
like
blades
of
razor
grass
.
Fierce
as
a
storm
this
prince
will
be
.
His
enemies
will
tremble
before
him
,
and
their
wives
will
weep
tears
of
blood
and
rend
their
flesh
in
grief
.
The
bells
in
his
hair
will
sing
his
coming
,
and
the
milk
men
in
the
stone
tents
will
fear
his
name
.
"
The
old
woman
trembled
and
looked
at
Dany
almost
as
if
she
were
afraid
.
"
The
prince
is
riding
,
and
he
shall
be
the
stallion
who
mounts
the
world
.
"
"
The
stallion
who
mounts
the
world
!
"
the
onlookers
cried
in
echo
,
until
the
night
rang
to
the
sound
of
their
voices
.
The
one-eyed
crone
peered
at
Dany
.
"
What
shall
he
be
called
,
the
stallion
who
mounts
the
world
?
"
She
stood
to
answer
.
"
He
shall
be
called
Rhaego
,
"
she
said
,
using
the
words
that
Jhiqui
had
taught
her
.
Her
hands
touched
the
swell
beneath
her
breasts
protectively
as
a
roar
went
up
from
the
Dothraki
.
"
Rhaego
,
"
they
screamed
.
"
Rhaego
,
Rhaego
,
Rhaego
!
"
The
name
was
still
ringing
in
her
ears
as
Khal
Drogo
led
her
from
the
pit
.
His
bloodriders
fell
in
behind
them
.
A
procession
followed
them
out
onto
the
godsway
,
the
broad
grassy
road
that
ran
through
the
heart
of
Vaes
Dothrak
,
from
the
horse
gate
to
the
Mother
of
Mountains
.
The
crones
of
the
dosh
khaleen
came
first
,
with
their
eunuchs
and
slaves
.
Some
supported
themselves
with
tall
carved
staffs
as
they
struggled
along
on
ancient
,
shaking
legs
,
while
others
walked
as
proud
as
any
horselord
.
Each
of
the
old
women
had
been
a
khaleesi
once
.
When
their
lord
husbands
died
and
a
new
khal
took
his
place
at
the
front
of
his
riders
,
with
a
new
khaleesi
mounted
beside
him
,
they
were
sent
here
,
to
reign
over
the
vast
Dothraki
nation
.
Even
the
mightiest
of
khals
bowed
to
the
wisdom
and
authority
of
the
dosh
khaleen
.
Still
,
it
gave
Dany
the
shivers
to
think
that
one
day
she
might
be
sent
to
join
them
,
whether
she
willed
it
or
no
.
Behind
the
wise
women
came
the
others
;
Khal
Ogo
and
his
son
,
the
khalakka
Fogo
,
Khal
Jommo
and
his
wives
,
the
chief
men
of
Drogo
's
khalasar
,
Dany
's
handmaids
,
the
khal
's
servants
and
slaves
,
and
more
.
Bells
rang
and
drums
beat
a
stately
cadence
as
they
marched
along
the
godsway
.
Stolen
heroes
and
the
gods
of
dead
peoples
brooded
in
the
darkness
beyond
the
road
.
Alongside
the
procession
,
slaves
ran
lightly
through
the
grass
with
torches
in
their
hands
,
and
the
flickering
flames
made
the
great
monuments
seem
almost
alive
.
"
What
is
meaning
,
name
Rhaego
?
"
Khal
Drogo
asked
as
they
walked
,
using
the
Common
Tongue
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
She
had
been
teaching
him
a
few
words
when
she
could
.
Drogo
was
quick
to
learn
when
he
put
his
mind
to
it
,
though
his
accent
was
so
thick
and
barbarous
that
neither
Ser
Jorah
nor
Viserys
could
understand
a
word
he
said
.
"
My
brother
Rhaegar
was
a
fierce
warrior
,
my
sun-and-stars
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
He
died
before
I
was
born
.
Ser
Jorah
says
that
he
was
the
last
of
the
dragons
.
"
