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"
No
,
"
she
shouted
,
"
you
must
n't
.
"
She
caught
him
by
the
shoulder
,
but
Qotho
shoved
her
aside
.
Dany
fell
to
her
knees
,
crossing
her
arms
over
her
belly
to
protect
the
child
within
.
"
Stop
him
,
"
she
commanded
her
khas
,
"
kill
him
.
"
Rakharo
and
Quaro
stood
beside
the
tent
flap
.
Quaro
took
a
step
forward
,
reaching
for
the
handle
of
his
whip
,
but
Qotho
spun
graceful
as
a
dancer
,
the
curved
arakh
rising
.
It
caught
Quaro
low
under
the
arm
,
the
bright
sharp
steel
biting
up
through
leather
and
skin
,
through
muscle
and
rib
bone
.
Blood
fountained
as
the
young
rider
reeled
backward
,
gasping
.
Qotho
wrenched
the
blade
free
.
"
Horselord
,
"
Ser
Jorah
Mormont
called
.
"
Try
me
.
"
His
longsword
slid
from
its
scabbard
.
Qotho
whirled
,
cursing
.
The
arakh
moved
so
fast
that
Quaro
's
blood
flew
from
it
in
a
fine
spray
,
like
rain
in
a
hot
wind
.
The
longsword
caught
it
a
foot
from
Ser
Jorah
's
face
,
and
held
it
quivering
for
an
instant
as
Qotho
howled
in
fury
.
The
knight
was
clad
in
chainmail
,
with
gauntlets
and
greaves
of
lobstered
steel
and
a
heavy
gorget
around
his
throat
,
but
he
had
not
thought
to
don
his
helm
.
Qotho
danced
backward
,
arakh
whirling
around
his
head
in
a
shining
blur
,
flickering
out
like
lightning
as
the
knight
came
on
in
a
rush
.
Ser
Jorah
parried
as
best
he
could
,
but
the
slashes
came
so
fast
that
it
seemed
to
Dany
that
Qotho
had
four
arakhs
and
as
many
arms
.
She
heard
the
crunch
of
sword
on
mail
,
saw
sparks
fly
as
the
long
curved
blade
glanced
off
a
gauntlet
.
Suddenly
it
was
Mormont
stumbling
backward
,
and
Qotho
leaping
to
the
attack
.
The
left
side
of
the
knight
's
face
ran
red
with
blood
,
and
a
cut
to
the
hip
opened
a
gash
in
his
mail
and
left
him
limping
.
Qotho
screamed
taunts
at
him
,
calling
him
a
craven
,
a
milk
man
,
a
eunuch
in
an
iron
suit
.
"
You
die
now
!
"
he
promised
,
arakh
shivering
through
the
red
twilight
.
Inside
Dany
's
womb
,
her
son
kicked
wildly
.
The
curved
blade
slipped
past
the
straight
one
and
bit
deep
into
the
knight
's
hip
where
the
mail
gaped
open
.
Mormont
grunted
,
stumbled
.
Dany
felt
a
sharp
pain
in
her
belly
,
a
wetness
on
her
thighs
.
Qotho
shrieked
triumph
,
but
his
arakh
had
found
bone
,
and
for
half
a
heartbeat
it
caught
.
It
was
enough
.
Ser
Jorah
brought
his
longsword
down
with
all
the
strength
left
him
,
through
flesh
and
muscle
and
bone
,
and
Qotho
's
forearm
dangled
loose
,
flopping
on
a
thin
cord
of
skin
and
sinew
.
The
knight
's
next
cut
was
at
the
Dothraki
's
ear
,
so
savage
that
Qotho
's
face
seemed
almost
to
explode
.
The
Dothraki
were
shouting
,
Mirri
Maz
Duur
wailing
inside
the
tent
like
nothing
human
,
Quaro
pleading
for
water
as
he
died
.
Dany
cried
out
for
help
,
but
no
one
heard
.
Rakharo
was
fighting
Haggo
,
arakh
dancing
with
arakh
until
Jhogo
's
whip
cracked
,
loud
as
thunder
,
the
lash
coiling
around
Haggo
's
throat
.
A
yank
,
and
the
bloodrider
stumbled
backward
,
losing
his
feet
and
his
sword
.
Rakharo
sprang
forward
,
howling
,
swinging
his
arakh
down
with
both
hands
through
the
top
of
Haggo
's
head
.
The
point
caught
between
his
eyes
,
red
and
quivering
.
Someone
threw
a
stone
,
and
when
Dany
looked
,
her
shoulder
was
torn
and
bloody
.
"
No
,
"
she
wept
,
"
no
,
please
,
stop
it
,
it
's
too
high
,
the
price
is
too
high
.
"
More
stones
came
flying
.
She
tried
to
crawl
toward
the
tent
,
but
Cohollo
caught
her
.
Fingers
in
her
hair
,
he
pulled
her
head
back
and
she
felt
the
cold
touch
of
his
knife
at
her
throat
.
"
My
baby
,
"
she
screamed
,
and
perhaps
the
gods
heard
,
for
as
quick
as
that
,
Cohollo
was
dead
.
Aggo
's
arrow
took
him
under
the
arm
,
to
pierce
his
lungs
and
heart
.
