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"
Do
it
,
"
Dany
blurted
.
She
must
not
be
afraid
;
she
was
the
blood
of
the
dragon
.
"
Save
him
.
"
"
There
is
a
price
,
"
the
godswife
warned
her
.
"
You
'll
have
gold
,
horses
,
whatever
you
like
.
"
"
It
is
not
a
matter
of
gold
or
horses
.
This
is
bloodmagic
,
lady
.
Only
death
may
pay
for
life
.
"
"
Death
?
"
Dany
wrapped
her
arms
around
herself
protectively
,
rocked
back
and
forth
on
her
heels
.
"
My
death
?
"
She
told
herself
she
would
die
for
him
,
if
she
must
.
She
was
the
blood
of
the
dragon
,
she
would
not
be
afraid
.
Her
brother
Rhaegar
had
died
for
the
woman
he
loved
.
"
No
,
"
Mirri
Maz
Duur
promised
.
"
Not
your
death
,
Khaleesi
.
"
Dany
trembled
with
relief
.
"
Do
it
.
"
The
maegi
nodded
solemnly
.
"
As
you
speak
,
so
it
shall
be
done
.
Call
your
servants
.
"
Khal
Drogo
writhed
feebly
as
Rakharo
and
Quaro
lowered
him
into
the
bath
.
"
No
,
"
he
muttered
,
"
no
.
Must
ride
.
"
Once
in
the
water
,
all
the
strength
seemed
to
leak
out
of
him
.
