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He
did
not
seem
to
hear
.
The
bloodfly
crawled
up
under
his
drooping
mustache
and
settled
on
his
cheek
,
in
the
crease
beside
his
nose
.
Dany
gasped
,
"
Drogo
.
"
Clumsily
she
reached
over
and
touched
his
arm
.
Khal
Drogo
reeled
in
the
saddle
,
tilted
slowly
,
and
fell
heavily
from
his
horse
.
The
flies
scattered
for
a
heartbeat
,
and
then
circled
back
to
settle
on
him
where
he
lay
.
"
No
,
"
Dany
said
,
reining
up
.
Heedless
of
her
belly
for
once
,
she
scrambled
off
her
silver
and
ran
to
him
.
The
grass
beneath
him
was
brown
and
dry
.
Drogo
cried
out
in
pain
as
Dany
knelt
beside
him
.
His
breath
rattled
harshly
in
his
throat
,
and
he
looked
at
her
without
recognition
.
"
My
horse
,
"
he
gasped
.
Dany
brushed
the
flies
off
his
chest
,
smashing
one
as
he
would
have
.
His
skin
burned
beneath
her
fingers
.
The
khal
's
bloodriders
had
been
following
just
behind
them
.
She
heard
Haggo
shout
as
they
galloped
up
.
Cohollo
vaulted
from
his
horse
.
"
Blood
of
my
blood
,
"
he
said
as
he
dropped
to
his
knees
.
The
other
two
kept
to
their
mounts
.
"
No
,
"
Khal
Drogo
groaned
,
struggling
in
Dany
's
arms
.
"
Must
ride
.
Ride
.
No
.
"
"
He
fell
from
his
horse
,
"
Haggo
said
,
staring
down
.
His
broad
face
was
impassive
,
but
his
voice
was
leaden
.
"
You
must
not
say
that
,
"
Dany
told
him
.
"
We
have
ridden
far
enough
today
.
We
will
camp
here
.
"
"
Here
?
"
Haggo
looked
around
them
.
The
land
was
brown
and
sere
,
inhospitable
.
"
This
is
no
camping
ground
.
"
"
It
is
not
for
a
woman
to
bid
us
halt
,
"
said
Qotho
,
"
not
even
a
khaleesi
.
"
