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"
Khaleesi
,
"
Jhiqui
said
,
"
he
fell
from
his
horse
.
"
Trembling
,
her
eyes
full
of
sudden
tears
,
Dany
turned
away
from
them
.
He
fell
from
his
horse
!
It
was
so
,
she
had
seen
it
,
and
the
bloodriders
,
and
no
doubt
her
handmaids
and
the
men
of
her
khas
as
well
.
And
how
many
more
?
They
could
not
keep
it
secret
,
and
Dany
knew
what
that
meant
.
A
khal
who
could
not
ride
could
not
rule
,
and
Drogo
had
fallen
from
his
horse
.
"
We
must
bathe
him
,
"
she
said
stubbornly
.
She
must
not
allow
herself
to
despair
.
"
Irri
,
have
the
tub
brought
at
once
.
Doreah
,
Eroeh
,
find
water
,
cool
water
,
he
's
so
hot
.
"
He
was
a
fire
in
human
skin
.
The
slaves
set
up
the
heavy
copper
tub
in
the
corner
of
the
tent
.
When
Doreah
brought
the
first
jar
of
water
,
Dany
wet
a
length
of
silk
to
lay
across
Drogo
's
brow
,
over
the
burning
skin
.
His
eyes
looked
at
her
,
but
he
did
not
see
.
When
his
lips
opened
,
no
words
escaped
them
,
only
a
moan
.
"
Where
is
Mirri
Maz
Duur
?
"
she
demanded
,
her
patience
rubbed
raw
with
fear
.
"
Qotho
will
find
her
,
"
Irri
said
.
Her
handmaids
filled
the
tub
with
tepid
water
that
stank
of
sulfur
,
sweetening
it
with
jars
of
bitter
oil
and
handfuls
of
crushed
mint
leaves
.
While
the
bath
was
being
prepared
,
Dany
knelt
awkwardly
beside
her
lord
husband
,
her
belly
great
with
their
child
within
.
She
undid
his
braid
with
anxious
fingers
,
as
she
had
on
the
night
he
'd
taken
her
for
the
first
time
,
beneath
the
stars
.
His
bells
she
laid
aside
carefully
,
one
by
one
.
He
would
want
them
again
when
he
was
well
,
she
told
herself
.
A
breath
of
air
entered
the
tent
as
Aggo
poked
his
head
through
the
silk
.
"
Khaleesi
,
"
he
said
,
"
the
Andal
is
come
,
and
begs
leave
to
enter
.
"
"
The
Andal
"
was
what
the
Dothraki
called
Ser
Jorah
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
rising
clumsily
,
"
send
him
in
.
"
She
trusted
the
knight
.
He
would
know
what
to
do
if
anyone
did
.
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
ducked
through
the
door
flap
and
waited
a
moment
for
his
eyes
to
adjust
to
the
dimness
.
In
the
fierce
heat
of
the
south
,
he
wore
loose
trousers
of
mottled
sandsilk
and
open-toed
riding
sandals
that
laced
up
to
his
knee
.
His
scabbard
hung
from
a
twisted
horsehair
belt
.
Under
a
bleached
white
vest
,
he
was
bare-chested
,
skin
reddened
by
the
sun
.
"
Talk
goes
from
mouth
to
ear
,
all
over
the
khalasar
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
said
Khal
Drogo
fell
from
his
horse
.
"
