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"
All
men
are
one
flock
,
or
so
we
are
taught
,
"
replied
Mirri
Maz
Duur
.
"
The
Great
Shepherd
sent
me
to
earth
to
heal
his
lambs
,
wherever
I
might
find
them
.
"
Qotho
gave
her
a
stinging
slap
.
"
We
are
no
sheep
,
maegi
.
"
"
Stop
it
,
"
Dany
said
angrily
.
"
She
is
mine
.
I
will
not
have
her
harmed
.
"
Khal
Drogo
grunted
.
"
The
arrow
must
come
out
,
Qotho
.
"
"
Yes
,
Great
Rider
,
"
Mirri
Maz
Duur
answered
,
touching
her
bruised
face
.
"
And
your
breast
must
be
washed
and
sewn
,
lest
the
wound
fester
.
"
"
Do
it
,
then
,
"
Khal
Drogo
commanded
.
"
Great
Rider
,
"
the
woman
said
,
"
my
tools
and
potions
are
inside
the
god
's
house
,
where
the
healing
powers
are
strongest
.
"
"
I
will
carry
you
,
blood
of
my
blood
,
"
Haggo
offered
.
Khal
Drogo
waved
him
away
.
"
I
need
no
man
's
help
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
voice
proud
and
hard
.
He
stood
,
unaided
,
towering
over
them
all
.
A
fresh
wave
of
blood
ran
down
his
breast
,
from
where
Ogo
's
arakh
had
cut
off
his
nipple
.
Dany
moved
quickly
to
his
side
.
"
I
am
no
man
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
so
you
may
lean
on
me
.
"
Drogo
put
a
huge
hand
on
her
shoulder
.
She
took
some
of
his
weight
as
they
walked
toward
the
great
mud
temple
.
The
three
bloodriders
followed
.
Dany
commanded
Ser
Jorah
and
the
warriors
of
her
khas
to
guard
the
entrance
and
make
certain
no
one
set
the
building
afire
while
they
were
still
inside
.
