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When
they
let
the
stallion
fall
,
the
bath
was
a
dark
red
,
and
nothing
showed
of
Drogo
but
his
face
.
Mirri
Maz
Duur
had
no
use
for
the
carcass
.
"
Burn
it
,
"
Dany
told
them
.
It
was
what
they
did
,
she
knew
.
When
a
man
died
,
his
mount
was
killed
and
placed
beneath
him
on
the
funeral
pyre
,
to
carry
him
to
the
night
lands
.
The
men
of
her
khas
dragged
the
carcass
from
the
tent
.
The
blood
had
gone
everywhere
.
Even
the
sandsilk
walls
were
spotted
with
red
,
and
the
rugs
underfoot
were
black
and
wet
.
Braziers
were
lit
.
Mirri
Maz
Duur
tossed
a
red
powder
onto
the
coals
.
It
gave
the
smoke
a
spicy
scent
,
a
pleasant
enough
smell
,
yet
Eroeh
fled
sobbing
,
and
Dany
was
filled
with
fear
.
But
she
had
gone
too
far
to
turn
back
now
.
She
sent
her
handmaids
away
.
"
Go
with
them
,
Silver
Lady
,
"
Mirri
Maz
Duur
told
her
.
"
I
will
stay
,
"
Dany
said
.
"
The
man
took
me
under
the
stars
and
gave
life
to
the
child
inside
me
.
I
will
not
leave
him
.
"
"
You
must
.
Once
I
begin
to
sing
,
no
one
must
enter
this
tent
.
My
song
will
wake
powers
old
and
dark
.
The
dead
will
dance
here
this
night
.
No
living
man
must
look
on
them
.
"
Dany
bowed
her
head
,
helpless
.
"
No
one
will
enter
.
"
She
bent
over
the
tub
,
over
Drogo
in
his
bath
of
blood
,
and
kissed
him
lightly
on
the
brow
.
"
Bring
him
back
to
me
,
"
she
whispered
to
Mirri
Maz
Duur
before
she
fled
.
Outside
,
the
sun
was
low
on
the
horizon
,
the
sky
a
bruised
red
.
The
khalasar
had
made
camp
.
Tents
and
sleeping
mats
were
scattered
as
far
as
the
eye
could
see
.
A
hot
wind
blew
.
Jhogo
and
Aggo
were
digging
a
firepit
to
burn
the
dead
stallion
.
A
crowd
had
gathered
to
stare
at
Dany
with
hard
black
eyes
,
their
faces
like
masks
of
beaten
copper
.
She
saw
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
,
wearing
mail
and
leather
now
,
sweat
beading
on
his
broad
,
balding
forehead
.
He
pushed
his
way
through
the
Dothraki
to
Dany
's
side
.
When
he
saw
the
scarlet
footprints
her
boots
had
left
on
the
ground
,
the
color
seemed
to
drain
from
his
face
.
"
What
have
you
done
,
you
little
fool
?
"
he
asked
hoarsely
.
"
I
had
to
save
him
.
"
"
We
could
have
fled
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
would
have
seen
you
safe
to
Asshai
,
Princess
.
There
was
no
need
...
"
"
Am
I
truly
your
princess
?
"
she
asked
him
.
