Chapter 66 Chapter 65 Daenerys

Swarms of flies swirled slowly around Khal Drogo, and the buzzing of their wings filled Dany's hearing, filling her with terror. The relentless sun hung high in the sky, and heat evaporated from the exposed rock formations of the low hills.Sweat flowed slowly from Dani's swollen breasts like slender fingers.Between heaven and earth, the only sounds are the steady rattling of horseshoes, the rhythmic ringing of bells in Dani's hair, and the whispered conversations behind her. Dany stared at the fly. They were as big as bees, heavy, purplish in color, and had a slimy, sickly glow.The Dothraki call them "blood flies".They live in swamps and stagnant pools, feed on the blood of people and horses, and lay eggs on carrion or dying people and animals.Drogo hated the creature so much that whenever a bloodfly came near, his hand sprang out like a snake and grabbed it. She had never seen him miss.He would hold the fly in his giant palm, let it buzz wildly, and finally squeeze it tightly. When he opened his hand, the fly had become a pool of red marks on his palm.

At this time, there was a blood fly crawling around on the hip of his mount, and the steed flicked its tail angrily, trying to drive it away.Other flies flitted back and forth around Drogo, getting closer and closer, but the khal didn't respond.His eyes were on the brown hills beyond, the reins hanging loosely in his hand.Beneath his painted vest, a layer of fig leaves and dried blue mud covered the wound on his chest, which the herbal woman had concocted just for him.Mirri Maz Duur's ointment was hot and itchy enough that he had torn it off six days ago, calling her a "witch."The ointment is more comfortable, and the herbal woman also concocted poppy wine for him, which he drank heavily in the past three days; even if he didn't drink poppy wine, he drank fermented mare's milk or pepper beer.

Yet he barely touched the food, kicking and moaning at night.Dany could see how thin his face had grown.Rhaego twitched in her belly like a horse, but Drogo wasn't interested at all.Every morning, when he woke up from the nightmare, she found that there were new marks of pain on his face.She was horrified at the fact that he was silent now.Yes, he hadn't said a word since they set off at sunrise.Even if she took the initiative to speak, all she got was a grunt, and after noon, even the grunt was gone. One blood fly landed on Kaa's bare shoulder, while the other circled for a moment, landed on his neck, and crawled towards his mouth.Khal Drogo swayed slightly in the saddle, bells tinkling softly in his hair, and his mount continued at a steady pace.

Dany took hold of the silver horse and rode beside him. "My lord," she said softly, "Drogo, my sun and star." He didn't seem to hear at all.Bloodflies crawled up his long beard, up his cheeks, and settled in the creases by his nose.Dany held her breath in surprise. "Drogo," she said, reaching awkwardly for his arm. Khal Drogo swayed in the saddle, tipped slowly, and fell hard from his horse.The swarm of blood flies dispersed for a heartbeat moment, then wandered back and landed on him. "No," Dany reined in hastily, staggering off the little silver horse regardless of her big belly, and ran towards him.

The grass beneath him was brown and dry.Drogo cried out in pain as Dany knelt beside him.His breath was stuck in his throat, and he looked at her as if he didn't recognize her. "My horse," he gasped.Dany flicked the flies off his chest, crushing one as he had done.Under his fingers, his skin was terribly hot. The khal's bloodriders followed.She heard Hargo yell, and they came hurrying.Koholo jumped off his horse. "Blood of my blood!" he yelled as he knelt.The other two remained on the horse. "No," Khal Drogo groaned, struggling in Dany's arms. "Must ride. Ride. No."

"He fell off his horse," said Hargol, staring down at them, his broad face expressionless, but his voice heavy as lead. "Don't talk like that," Dany told him. "We've ridden far enough today to camp here." "Here?" Hargo looked around.The plants here are dry, brown and yellow, uninhabitable. "You can't camp here." "Women have no right to tell us to stop," Koso said, "not even Khaleesi." "Here we will camp," Dany repeated. "Hargo, pass on the word that Khal Drogo ordered them all to stop. If anyone asks why, say I am dying and I cannot go any further. Qorholo , bring the slaves, and let them pitch the khal's tent at once. Koso—"

"Khaleesi, you have no right to order me," Koso said. "Go get Mirri Maz Duur," she told him.The priestess was supposed to be in the long line of slaves, along with the other "fauns". "Bring her to me and tell her to bring the medicine box too." Koso stared at her from his horse, eyes hard as flint. "The witch," he spat, "I won't do it." "You do it now," Dany said, "or when Drogo wakes he'll want to know why you disobeyed me." Curso turned his horse's head angrily and galloped away... but Dany knew that no matter how reluctant he was, he would bring Mirri Maz Duur after all.The slaves had pitched Khal Drogo's tent under a craggy black rock formation, where the shadows offered some relief from the afternoon sun.Even so, it was still suffocatingly hot inside as Irri and Doria helped Dany guide Drogo into the sand silk tent.There is a thick painted carpet on the floor, and pillows are scattered in the corners.Eroye, the shy girl Dany had rescued outside the mud walls of the Faunman town, had lit a brazier.They made Drogo lie flat on the straw mat. "No," he murmured in Common, "no, no." That was all he could say, as if it were the only thing he could do.

Doria undid his medal belt and took off his vest and leggings, while Jiki knelt at his feet and undid his riding sandals.Irri wanted the tent to be open to the air, but Dany would not let it. She must not let others see Drogo delirious and weak.When her Khas tribe arrived, she told them to guard the door. "No one is allowed in without my permission," she said to Jhogo. "No one." Eloye looked at Drogo in fear as he lay on the mat. "He's dead," she whispered. Dany slapped her across the face. "Khal will not die. He is the father of the horses that ride the world. His hair was never trimmed, and he still wears the bell that his father gave him."

"But, Khaleesi," Jiki said, "he fell off his horse." Tears suddenly filled Dany's eyes, and she trembled and turned away.He fell off his horse!Indeed, not only did she witness it, the bloodriders saw it, but her handmaidens and Khas's tribe also saw it.How much more is there?They couldn't keep a secret, and Dany knew what that meant: a khal who couldn't ride couldn't rule, and Drogo had fallen off his horse. "We have to bathe him," she said stubbornly.She must not allow herself to sink into despair. "Ili, ask someone to bring the bathtub right away. Doria, Eloye, go find water, ask for cold water, he is very hot." He was like a fire wrapped in human skin.

The slaves placed heavy copper baths in the corners of their tents.When Doria brought the first pitcher of water, Dany soaked a roll of silk cloth and placed it over Drogo's burning brow.He looked straight in the eyes, but couldn't see.He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak, only moaned. "Where is Mirri Maz Duur?" she demanded sharply, her patience almost worn out by fear. "Koso will find her," Irri said. The maids filled the tubs with warm, sulphur-smelling water, and added jars of bitter oil and handfuls of crushed mint leaves.As they prepared the bathwater, pregnant Dany knelt awkwardly beside her husband, undoing his braids with restless fingers, just as he had done the night he had first bonded with her under the stars.She carefully placed his bells one by one, telling herself that when he recovered he would need to reattach them.

A gust of air blew into the tent, and it turned out that Ago was poking his head from between the silk screens. "The Khaleesi," he said, "the Andals are coming, and he begs to come in." "Andals" is what the Dothraki called Ser Jorah. "Okay," she said, rising awkwardly, "let him in." She trusted the knight, and if anyone knew what to do now it was him. Ser Jorah Mormont ducked his head through the tent door and waited a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness.In the hot southern climate, he wore loose, striped sandsilk trousers, riding sandals that laced to the knee and showed the toe, and his sword hung from a zigzagging horsehair belt.Under a bleached vest, he was bare-chested, his skin flushed from the sun. "Rumors are everywhere, all over the khalasar," he said. "Khal Drogo is said to have fallen from his horse." "Help him," Dany begged. "For the love you promised to me, help him." The knight knelt beside her, looked long and meaningfully at Drogo, and finally said to Dany, "Send your maid away." Dany's throat tightened with fear, and she gestured without saying a word, and Irri coaxed the others out of the tent. When they were gone, Ser Jorah drew his dagger, and sliced ​​the black leaves and dried blue mud from Drogo's chest with such deftness as to be imagined by such a man.The dressing has long since dried like a goatman's mud wall, and it is as easy to crack as a mud wall.Ser Jorah slit through the mud with his dagger, pried off bits of flesh, peeled off leaf after leaf.A foul-sweet smell gushed out of the wound, so strong that she couldn't breathe.The fallen leaves were covered with blood clots and sores, and Drogo's chest was black and gleaming with rotting wounds. "No," Dany whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "No, please, gods help me, don't." Khal Drogo twitched, as if grappling with some unseen foe.Black pus and blood slowly flowed from his wound. "Your Highness, your Kayo is no different from a dead man." "No, he can't die, he can't die, it's just a small wound," Dany said, holding out her tiny hands and squeezing Drogo's huge, callused palm. "I won't let him die..." Ser Jorah smiled bitterly. "Whether you are Khaleesi or a princess, I'm afraid this order is beyond your ability. My child, please hold back your tears and mourn for him tomorrow, or next year. We have no time to grieve right now. We're still breathing, we have to leave quickly." Dany was at a loss. "Go? Where are you going?" "I propose to go to Asshai. This is the far south, the end of the known world, and it is said to be a great and prosperous port. From there, we should be able to sail back to Pentos, but there is no doubt that it will be a long time. A very difficult journey. Can you trust your Khas tribe? Will they come with us?" "Khal Drogo ordered them to keep me safe," Dany replied hesitantly. "If he dies..." She stroked her swollen belly. "I don't understand. Why are we running away? I am Khaleesi, and I am carrying Drogo's offspring, who will succeed Khal when Drogo dies..." Ser Jorah frowned. "Your Highness, please listen to me. The Dothraki will never follow a baby waiting to be fed. They submit to Drogo's power, but that's all. After Drogo's death, Jaco, Bono and other 'Kor' Then they will compete for his position, and the entire Kalasar will kill each other, and the final winner will definitely not leave his opponent alive. Your child will be taken away as soon as it is born, and they will feed it to the dogs..." Dany clasped her arms tightly to her chest. "But why?" she cried plaintively, "why did they kill a little baby?" "Because he's Drogo's son, and the crones have declared him to be the steed that rides the world, and his fulfillment has been prophesied. Better kill him while he's still young than risk having him come back as a man with vengeance. he." The words seemed to be heard by the fetus, and he kicked and beat her in the stomach.Dany thought of the story Viserys had told, how the usurper's lackeys had eaten Rhaegar's children.The eldest brother's son was just a baby in swaddling back then, but they still snatched him from his mother's arms, and smashed him against the wall to death.This is man. "They must not harm my son!" she cried. "I will order my khas to keep him safe, and Drogo's bloodriders will—" Ser Jorah put his arm around her shoulders. "Son, you know the bloodriders will die with the khal. They will take you to Vaes Dothraki and hand you over to the crone, the last duty they owe him in the world... there Then they would follow Drogo into the nightlands." Dany didn't want to go back to Vaes Dothraki to spend the rest of her life with those horrible old women, but she knew the knight was telling the truth.Drogo is not only her sun and star, but also her shield from danger. "I can't leave him," she said stubbornly and bitterly, taking his hand again. "I absolutely can't." The curtain moved, and Dany turned to see Mirri Maz Duur coming in, bowing her head deeply.She was limping and haggard from days of walking behind the khalasar, with bloody legs and sunken eyes.Koso and Haggo followed her, carrying the priestess' medicine chest.When the bloodriders saw Drogo's injury, Hago let go of his fingers, and the medicine box fell to the ground with a loud bang.Ke Suo cursed a very ugly word, the tone was so fierce that it seemed to burn the air. Mirri Maz Duur stared at Drogo with a dead face. "The wound is festering." "Witch and Witch, it's all because of you!" Ke Suo said.Hargo swung his fist, hit Mirri on the cheek, knocked her down with a bang, and then kicked her again. "Stop!" Dany screamed. Koso pulled Hargo away and said to him, "Don't kick her, it's too kind to the Witch, drag her outside, pin her to the ground, let every man who passes ride her once, and when it's over , let the dogs ride her. Let the weasels rip out her guts, let the crows peck at her eyes, and the river flies will lay their eggs in her womb and suck the festering pus of her breasts..." He stretched out Fingers as hard as iron dug into the soft muscles of the priestess' arms and pulled her up. "Stop!" said Dany. "I won't let you hurt her." Ke Suo's mouth rolled up from his crooked yellow teeth, showing a horrified sneer, "Stop? You tell me to stop? You better pray that we don't pin you next to this witch, something like this happened today, You are half to blame." Ser Jorah stood between them, gesturing for his sword. "Bloodrider, be careful what you say, Her Royal Highness, she is still your Khaleesi." "Unless the blood of my blood lives," Koso said to the knight, "she will be nothing after his death." Dany felt a chill all over her body. "I am not only a Khaleesi, but a Dragonborn. Ser Jorah, gather my Khass at once." "Hmph," Ke Suo said, "let's go, let's not bother with you... Khaleesi." Hago followed him out of the tent, his brows furrowed. "Your Highness, that man may be against you," Mormont said. "According to Dothraki customs, khal lives and dies with his bloodriders. Koso sees his life is near, so he will be so presumptuous. Dead man I'm not afraid of anything." "No one is dead," Dany said. "Ser Jorah, I need your sword skills. Put on your armor, please." She couldn't admit how scared she was, even in her own heart. The knight bowed to the end, "As you wish." He strode out of the tent. Dany turned to Mirri Maz Duur.The woman's eyes were very weak, "It seems that you saved my life again." "It was you who saved his life," Dany said, "please..." "You don't ask a slave to talk to a slave," Mirri answered sharply. "You just tell her to do it." She walked over to Drogo's seat, which was burning all over, and stared at his wound for a long time. "But right now, whether you ask or explain, the result is the same. There is no doctor who can save him." Kao's eyes were closed tightly, and she stretched out her hand to open one eyelid. "Has he been drinking poppy milk to numb his pain?" "Yes." Dany admitted. "I made a poultice for him out of fire beans and sting-me-not, and bound it with sheepskin." "He said it burned so badly that he tore off the sheepskin. The herbal woman got him a new one, and it was wet and comfortable." "It is hot indeed, but fire is powerfully curative, and even your hairless ones know it." "Get him another dressing," Dany begged. "I promise he'll put it on this time." "It is too late, madame," said Mirri. "All I can do now is to guide him the dark way, and let him ride painlessly into the land of night. Tomorrow morning, he will be gone." Her words pierced Dani's chest like a sharp knife. What evil did she do to be treated so cruelly by the gods in the sky?It’s hard to find a shelter, it’s hard to taste the sweetness of love and hope, and it’s hard to embark on the road to return home. In the end, everything is just a dream... "No," she begged, "as long as you save him, I will let you go." Freedom, I swear to God. You must know something else... some kind of magic, or..." Mirri Maz Duur knelt down and looked at Dany with eyes as black as night. "There is indeed a kind of magic." Her voice was surprisingly quiet, almost like raving. "However, madam, this spell is not only difficult to perform, but also very dark. For some people, death is easier. I learned this spell in Asshai, and paid a terrible price. My mentor is from the shadows. Blood witches of the land." Dany felt cold all over her body. "You are really a witch..." "Really?" Mirri Maz Duur smiled, "Lady Silver, only the witch can save your warrior right now." "There is no other way?" "No." Khal Drogo took a shaky breath. "Do it," Dany blurted out.She can't be afraid, she is the descendant of the real dragon. "Hurry up and save him." "You must pay the price," the priestess warned her. "Gold, horses...whatever you want." "It is not a matter of gold or horses, madam, this is blood magic, and death can buy life." "Death?" Dany crossed her arms defensively, rocking back and forth. "My death?" she told herself, willing to die for him if she had to.She is the descendant of the real dragon, she is not afraid, didn't her elder brother Leijia sacrifice his life for the woman he loves so much? "No," Mirri Maz Duur assured her. "It wasn't your death, Khaleesi." Dany shivered with relief. "Then let's do it." The sorcerer nodded solemnly. "As you wish, I will complete this ceremony. First invite your servants to come in." When Rakharo and Quilo put Khal Drogo into the tub, he stirred weakly. "No," he murmured, "no, must ride." But as soon as he was in the water, it seemed as though all his strength had escaped him. "Bring in his horse," Mirri Maz Duur ordered, and they obeyed.Jhogo led the majestic red horse into the tent. As soon as it smelled the breath of death, it immediately rolled its eyes, raised its front feet, and neighed endlessly. The three of them subdued it. "What are you going to do?" Dany asked her. "We need blood," Mirri replied, "and here is where it comes from." Qiao Ge hurriedly backed away, reaching out to hold down the arakh scimitar.He is a young man of sixteen, as thin as a whip, fearless on the battlefield, usually laughs a lot, and has begun to grow a long beard on his upper lip.He knelt down before her. "Khalishi," he begged, "this cannot be done, please let me kill the witch." "Kill her and you will kill the khal," said Dany. "But it's blood magic," he said. "It's taboo." "I am Khaleesi, and I say taboo is not taboo. In Vaes Dothraki, Khal Drogo killed a steed and let me eat its heart, so that our son may have courage And power. Now this ritual is the same, exactly the same." So, Rakharo, Quilo, and Argo brought the jumping and kicking horse to the bathtub, and Kaa floated in the water, black blood and pus kept flowing out, as if he had died.Mirri Maz Duur began to mutter words in a language Dany had never heard, and suddenly a knife appeared in her hand.Dany didn't see where the knife came from.This knife looks quite old. It is made of red copper, in the shape of a leaf, and the blade is engraved with ancient charms.The witch and witch raised the knife across the horse's neck and cut off its noble head. The horse screamed and trembled violently, and blood gushed out from the wound like a red spring.If it hadn't been for her Kass' followers to hold it up desperately, it would have already weakened its legs and collapsed to the ground. "The power of the mount is passed on to the rider." The blood of the horse poured into the water, and Miri sang along, "The power of the beast is passed on to the human being." Jogo struggled, trying his best to support the heavy steed, with horror written all over his face. He was afraid of touching the dead body, but he was even more afraid of letting go.It's just a horse, Dany thought, and if a horse's death could pay for Drogo's life, it wouldn't matter if she had to pay for it a thousand times. By the time they let the horses collapse, the tub was dark red, and Drogo's face was exposed in the blood.Mirri Maz Duur had no need of a body, so Dany said to them, "Burn it." She knew it was a Dothraki custom: when a man died, his mount was killed and set free. Beneath his funeral pyre, burn with him, to carry him into the kingdom of night.Her Kass followed the order and dragged the horse corpse out of the tent. There was bright red everywhere, even the sand silk tent was stained with blood, and the carpet was completely soaked with black blood. The maid lighted the brazier, and Mirri Maz Duur sprinkled a red powder on the coals, and in an instant the smoke had a pungent aroma, which was not unpleasant, but made Eroye cry and run away. Dany herself was terrified when she went out, but she couldn't turn back when she got to this point, so she sent all the maids away. "You must go with them too, Lady Silver," Mirri Maz Duur told her. "No, I'm staying," Dany said. "This man joined me under the stars and gave me the life of the fetus inside me. I don't want to leave him." "You must leave. Once I begin to chant, no one can enter this tent. My spell will awaken ancient and dark powers, and the dead will dance here tonight, and the living cannot see them." Dany lowered her head helplessly. "No one can get in," she said, walking to the tub, bending over, looking at Drogo soaked in blood, and kissing his forehead lightly. "Bring him back for me, please," she whispered to Mirri Maz Duur before fleeing the tent. Outside the tent, the sun was setting and the sky was a bruised red.The khalasar had camped here, and there were tents and sleeping mats as far as the eye could see.As the hot wind blew, Jhogo and Argo were digging the pit where the horse carcasses were burned.A crowd gathered before the tent, staring at Dany with stern black eyes, their faces like masks of polished copper.She saw Ser Jorah Mormont, already in mail and leather, with beads of sweat beading his broad, balding forehead.He pushed past the Dothraki crowd to Dany's side, pale when he saw the scarlet footprints her shoes had left on the ground. "You little idiot, what the hell have you done?" he asked hoarsely. "I must save him." "We could have escaped," he said, "Princess, I could have escorted you safely to Asshai, there is no need..." "I'm really your princess?" she asked him. "You know very well that you are. Ah, gods save us both." "Help." Ser Jorah frowned. "I know how to help." Mirri Maz Duur's voice turned to a high-pitched, thin wail that sent tingles down Dany's spine, and some of the Dothraki backed away, muttering words. Shasi curtain, she caught a glimpse of countless shadows shaking in the tent. Mirri Maz Duur was dancing, but not alone. Fear was stark on the Dothraki's face. "This matter cannot continue." Ke Suo shouted. She didn't notice the bloodrider coming back, and Hargo and Cohollo were with him, with the Hairless, the eunuch who healed and healed with knives, needles, and flames. "It must go on," Dany replied. "You witch!" Hargo growled.Then old Cohollo—the one who bound his life to Drogo the day Drogo was born, the one who was always kind to her—vomited in her face. saliva. "Witch, you die," Koso assured her, "but kill the other first." He drew his arakh and walked toward the tent. "No," she yelled, "you can't go in!" She grabbed his shoulders, but Koso pushed him away with a wave of his hand.Dani fell to the ground and quickly put her arms around her abdomen to protect the fetus in her belly. "Stop him!" she ordered to her khas men. "kill him!" Standing at the entrance of the tent were Rakharo and Quiro. Hearing the order, Quiro stepped forward and reached out to grab the whip, but Ke Suo leaped forward gracefully like a dancer, raised his arakh, and slashed Zhong Que Luo's chest.Sharp steel blades bit through leather and skin, through muscle and ribs.The young warrior fell backward gasping for breath, blood gushing like a fountain. Ke Suo drew his machete. "Major," cried Ser Jorah Mormont, "come and try with me!" His longsword clanged and slipped from its sheath. Ke Suo cursed and turned around, and the arakh scimitar in his hand slashed towards the opponent, so fast that the blood on the knife was like rain in the hot wind, splashing.Ser Jorah's longsword stopped the blow within a foot of his face, and the sword stood still for a moment, its strength trembling, and Qotho howled with rage.The knight wore mail mail, gauntlets and lobster knee-guards, and a heavy gorget, though he wore no helmet. Ke Suo jumped back, and the knight rushed forward to counterattack, but Ke Suo swung the arakh, and a white aura as bright as lightning burst out on his head.In Dany's eyes, it seemed as if Corso had been cut with four hands, and Ser Jorah could barely resist it.She heard the slash of the scimitar on the mail, saw the aggressive spark as the scimitar sliced ​​through the gauntlet, and a few rounds later the tables turned, with Mormont staggering back and Qotho leaping closer to attack.The left side of the knight's face was bloodshot, and a knife wound through his hip armor made it difficult for him to move.Koso jeered sharply, calling his opponent a coward, a milkman, and a eunuch in iron clothes. "Die!" he cursed, cutting the blood-red twilight with his dancing arakh.Dani's son was kicking wildly in the womb.At this moment, the scimitar slid over the straight sword and bit into the gap in the knight's hip armor again. Mormont grunted and stumbled.Dany felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and a wet feeling between her legs.Koso shrieked in triumph, but his arakh cut to the bone, stopping half a heartbeat. This is enough.Ser Jorah slashed with all his might, piercing skin, muscle, and bone, nearly severing Ketho's right forearm, leaving only a few strands of skin and tendons hanging loosely.The knight swung his sword again, and struck the Dothraki in the ear with such force that Ketho's face seemed to explode. The Dothraki onlookers yelled, and the howls of Mirri Maz Duur in the tent were not human at all.Quiro on the ground begged for water to drink and died.Dany called for help, but no one cared.Rakharo was wrestling with Haggo, the two arakhs clashing until Jhogo's whip clattered around Haggo's throat like a thunderclap.He yanked violently, and the bloodrider lost his center of gravity, staggered and fell backward, and the scimitar fell from his hand.Rakharo sprang forward, gripping the arakh with both hands, and snarling, it slashed down the top of Haggo's head.The point of the knife was caught between the bloodrider's eyes, red and quivering.Someone threw a stone at Dany, and when she took a look, her shoulder was torn and bleeding. "Stop it," she cried, "stop it, please, stop it, it's too high, the price is too high." More rocks flew towards her, and she tried to climb to the tent, but was caught by Kojo. Luo grabbed her hair and pulled it back, the cold blade was on her throat. "My baby!" she screamed, and perhaps the gods heard her, for as soon as she spoke, Koholo fell dead.Argo's arrow hit him right in the chest, piercing his lungs and heart. When Daenerys finally regained the strength to look up, the crowd had gradually dispersed, and the Dothraki who had been onlookers tiptoed back to their tents and sleeping mats.Some just put on the saddle and rode away.As the sun went down, the bonfires in the khalasar camp blazed, and the orange flames beeped angrily, spitting sparks into the night sky.She tried to get up, but she couldn't move due to the severe pain, as if she was being held tightly by a giant's fist.It was difficult for her to breathe, and she could only gasp for breath.Mirri Maz Duur sang like a funeral dirge.Inside the tent, black shadows hovered. Putting an arm around her waist, Ser Jorah lifted her to her feet.His face was covered in blood, and Dany realized he was missing half an ear.The pain came again, and she twitched violently in his arms, only to hear the knight calling for her maid to come and help.Are they all so afraid of me?She already knew the answer.Dany bit her lip as the pain hit again, trying not to scream.Her son seemed to be holding a sharp knife in both hands, cutting a way through her body. "Damn you, Doria," growled Ser Jorah. "Come here and get the midwife!" "They won't come. They say she's a cursed one." "Either they come, or I chop their heads off." Doria cried. "My lord, they all escaped." "Sorceress," said another.Is it Argo? "Take her to the Witch." No, Dany wanted to say, no, no, you can't.But when she opened her mouth, she could only spit out a long moan of pain, and the skin all over her body was constantly sweating.What's wrong with them?Can't they see it?Inside the tent, countless shapes and shadows are circling and dancing around the brazier and the bloody bathtub, projected on the sand silk, it looks extraordinarily dark, and some shapes are not human at all.She glimpsed a giant wolf, and a man writhing in flames. "The sheep girl knows all the mysteries of the blood-stained birth bed," Yili said, "I heard what she said herself." "Yes," agreed Doria, "I heard that too." No, she screamed loudly, is this just a thought in her head?Because no sound came from her lips.Someone lifts her up, and she opens her eyes, gazing up at the flat, dead sky above, dark and desolate, a starless night.No, please!Mirri Maz Duur's chants grew louder and filled the world.O those terrible figures!she screamed, O those dreadful dancers! Ser Jorah carried her into the tent.