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They
passed
through
a
series
of
anterooms
,
into
the
high
central
chamber
under
the
onion
.
Faint
light
shone
down
through
hidden
windows
above
.
A
few
torches
burnt
smokily
from
sconces
on
the
walls
.
Sheepskins
were
scattered
across
the
mud
floor
.
"
There
,
"
Mirri
Maz
Duur
said
,
pointing
to
the
altar
,
a
massive
blue-veined
stone
carved
with
images
of
shepherds
and
their
flocks
.
Khal
Drogo
lay
upon
it
.
The
old
woman
threw
a
handful
of
dried
leaves
onto
a
brazier
,
filling
the
chamber
with
fragrant
smoke
.
"
Best
if
you
wait
outside
,
"
she
told
the
rest
of
them
.
"
We
are
blood
of
his
blood
,
"
Cohollo
said
.
"
Here
we
wait
.
"
Qotho
stepped
close
to
Mirri
Maz
Duur
.
"
Know
this
,
wife
of
the
Lamb
God
.
Harm
the
khal
and
you
suffer
the
same
.
"
He
drew
his
skinning
knife
and
showed
her
the
blade
.
"
She
will
do
no
harm
.
"
Dany
felt
she
could
trust
this
old
,
plainfaced
woman
with
her
flat
nose
;
she
had
saved
her
from
the
hard
hands
of
her
rapers
,
after
all
.
"
If
you
must
stay
,
then
help
,
"
Mirri
told
the
bloodriders
.
"
The
Great
Rider
is
too
strong
for
me
.
Hold
him
still
while
I
draw
the
arrow
from
his
flesh
.
"
She
let
the
rags
of
her
gown
fall
to
her
waist
as
she
opened
a
carved
chest
,
and
busied
herself
with
bottles
and
boxes
,
knives
and
needles
.
When
she
was
ready
,
she
broke
off
the
barbed
arrowhead
and
pulled
out
the
shaft
,
chanting
in
the
singsong
tongue
of
the
Lhazareen
.
She
heated
a
flagon
of
wine
to
boiling
on
the
brazier
,
and
poured
it
over
his
wounds
.
Khal
Drogo
cursed
her
,
but
he
did
not
move
.
She
bound
the
arrow
wound
with
a
plaster
of
wet
leaves
and
turned
to
the
gash
on
his
breast
,
smearing
it
with
a
pale
green
paste
before
she
pulled
the
flap
of
skin
back
in
place
.
The
khal
ground
his
teeth
together
and
swallowed
a
scream
.
The
godswife
took
out
a
silver
needle
and
a
bobbin
of
silk
thread
and
began
to
close
the
flesh
.
When
she
was
done
she
painted
the
skin
with
red
ointment
,
covered
it
with
more
leaves
,
and
bound
the
breast
in
a
ragged
piece
of
lambskin
.
"
You
must
say
the
prayers
I
give
you
and
keep
the
lambskin
in
place
for
ten
days
and
ten
nights
,
"
she
said
.
"
There
will
be
fever
,
and
itching
,
and
a
great
scar
when
the
healing
is
done
.
"
Khal
Drogo
sat
,
bells
ringing
.
"
I
sing
of
my
scars
,
sheep
woman
.
"
He
flexed
his
arm
and
scowled
.
"
Drink
neither
wine
nor
the
milk
of
the
poppy
,
"
she
cautioned
him
.
"
Pain
you
will
have
,
but
you
must
keep
your
body
strong
to
fight
the
poison
spirits
.
"
"
I
am
khal
,
"
Drogo
said
.
"
I
spit
on
pain
and
drink
what
I
like
.
Cohollo
,
bring
my
vest
.
"
The
older
man
hastened
off
.
"
Before
,
"
Dany
said
to
the
ugly
Lhazareen
woman
,
"
I
heard
you
speak
of
birthing
songs
...
"
