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Khal
Drogo
looked
down
at
her
.
His
face
was
a
copper
mask
,
yet
under
the
long
black
mustache
,
drooping
beneath
the
weight
of
its
gold
rings
,
she
thought
she
glimpsed
the
shadow
of
a
smile
.
"
Is
good
name
,
Dan
Ares
wife
,
moon
of
my
life
,
"
he
said
.
They
rode
to
the
lake
the
Dothraki
called
the
Womb
of
the
World
,
surrounded
by
a
fringe
of
reeds
,
its
water
still
and
calm
.
A
thousand
thousand
years
ago
,
Jhiqui
told
her
,
the
first
man
had
emerged
from
its
depths
,
riding
upon
the
back
of
the
first
horse
.
The
procession
waited
on
the
grassy
shore
as
Dany
stripped
and
let
her
soiled
clothing
fall
to
the
ground
.
Naked
,
she
stepped
gingerly
into
the
water
.
Irri
said
the
lake
had
no
bottom
,
but
Dany
felt
soft
mud
squishing
between
her
toes
as
she
pushed
through
the
tall
reeds
.
The
moon
floated
on
the
still
black
waters
,
shattering
and
re-forming
as
her
ripples
washed
over
it
.
Goose
pimples
rose
on
her
pale
skin
as
the
coldness
crept
up
her
thighs
and
kissed
her
lower
lips
.
The
stallion
's
blood
had
dried
on
her
hands
and
around
her
mouth
.
Dany
cupped
her
fingers
and
lifted
the
sacred
waters
over
her
head
,
cleansing
herself
and
the
child
inside
her
while
the
khal
and
the
others
looked
on
.
She
heard
the
old
women
of
the
dosh
khaleen
muttering
to
each
other
as
they
watched
,
and
wondered
what
they
were
saying
.
When
she
emerged
from
the
lake
,
shivering
and
dripping
,
her
handmaid
Doreah
hurried
to
her
with
a
robe
of
painted
sandsilk
,
but
Khal
Drogo
waved
her
away
.
He
was
looking
on
her
swollen
breasts
and
the
curve
of
her
belly
with
approval
,
and
Dany
could
see
the
shape
of
his
manhood
pressing
through
his
horsehide
trousers
,
below
the
heavy
gold
medallions
of
his
belt
.
She
went
to
him
and
helped
him
unlace
.
Then
her
huge
khal
took
her
by
the
hips
and
lifted
her
into
the
air
,
as
he
might
lift
a
child
.
The
bells
in
his
hair
rang
softly
.
Dany
wrapped
her
arms
around
his
shoulders
and
pressed
her
face
against
his
neck
as
he
thrust
himself
inside
her
.
Three
quick
strokes
and
it
was
done
.
"
The
stallion
who
mounts
the
world
,
"
Drogo
whispered
hoarsely
.
His
hands
still
smelled
of
horse
blood
.
He
bit
at
her
throat
,
hard
,
in
the
moment
of
his
pleasure
,
and
when
he
lifted
her
off
,
his
seed
filled
her
and
trickled
down
the
inside
of
her
thighs
.
Only
then
was
Doreah
permitted
to
drape
her
in
the
scented
sandsilk
,
and
Irri
to
fit
soft
slippers
to
her
feet
.
Khal
Drogo
laced
himself
up
and
spoke
a
command
,
and
horses
were
brought
to
the
lakeshore
.
Cohollo
had
the
honor
of
helping
the
khaleesi
onto
her
silver
.
Drogo
spurred
his
stallion
,
and
set
off
down
the
godsway
beneath
the
moon
and
stars
.
On
her
silver
,
Dany
easily
kept
pace
.
The
silk
tenting
that
roofed
Khal
Drogo
's
hall
had
been
rolled
up
tonight
,
and
the
moon
followed
them
inside
.
Flames
leapt
ten
feet
in
the
air
from
three
huge
stone-lined
firepits
.
The
air
was
thick
with
the
smells
of
roasting
meat
and
curdled
,
fermented
mare
's
milk
.
The
hall
was
crowded
and
noisy
when
they
entered
,
the
cushions
packed
with
those
whose
rank
and
name
were
not
sufficient
to
allow
them
at
the
ceremony
.
As
Dany
rode
beneath
the
arched
entry
and
up
the
center
aisle
,
every
eye
was
on
her
.
The
Dothraki
screamed
out
comments
on
her
belly
and
her
breasts
,
hailing
the
life
within
her
.
She
could
not
understand
all
they
shouted
,
but
one
phrase
came
clear
.
"
The
stallion
that
mounts
the
world
,
"
she
heard
,
bellowed
in
a
thousand
voices
.
