Chapter 10
Khalasar of Drogo has been in this desolate Gobi for two days, and the news of "Khal will die" is circulating in the tribe at every moment.
This is not a rumor either, because it is known: Khal Drogo was too sick to get on a horse, so Khalasar could not move without Khal leading him.
That night Mirri Maz Duur announced with a grim face: "Khal's wounds are festering, and there is no doctor who can save him. All that's left is to guide him in the dark path and let him Ride painlessly into the kingdom of night."
Daenerys pretends to be devastated, begging her to save oneself's 'sun and stars'.
Mirri Maz Duer looked at Dany with those dark eyes like the night...and her bulging belly, and her voice was surprisingly quiet, almost like a babble: "It's true. There is a way, a Magic.
But this spell is not only difficult to implement, it is also very dark, and for some people, death is more straightforward.
I learned it in Asshai This spell, and paid a terrible price for it - my mentor is from Shadow Lands..."
"Bloodmage." She lightly spit out a word, also for the first time just and Honourable exposes the identity of oneself - Maegi.
She has been denying the identity of the witch before, only saying that oneself is a doctor and a priestess.
There seemed to be some kind of dark magic power in her voice, and Dany, being baked by the blazing fire, suddenly felt that oneself's neck was strangled by a frozen, sticky tentacle - unable to breathe, brain Hypoxia, blurred thinking.
She heard oneself say in a daze: "Go on, save..."
A hot lava burst out from the lower abdomen, hot Stimulate her nerves and wake her up all at once.
——dragon egg all along next to the skin hidden in the abdomen.
She suppressed the shock in her heart, showing a hesitant expression, "Khal's Bloodrider won't agree, is there no other way?"
Maegi was stunned, then shook his head and said, "No ."
Dany pursed his lips, looked her in the eyes, coldly said: "You admit that oneself is Maegi?"
"Really?" Mirri Maz Duer Seemingly confident, said with a slight smile: "Silver Lady, only Maegi can save your warriors right now. Besides, you have to pay the price."
Dany looked at Drogo, who was ignorant of personnel, and asked: "What do you want? Gold, horses..."
Maegi interrupted her unceremoniously, saying, "It's not about gold or horses, Lady, it's Blood Magic, which can only be exchanged for death. Life."
"Death? You want my life?"
Maegi assured her, "It's not your death, Khaleesi."
Her From time to time, his eyes swept to Dany's lower abdomen, his eyes were dark and malicious.
Daenerys decided not to entangle with her any more, and asked directly: "Whose death can wake up my sun and stars? It's not his horse, right?"
" Silver Lady, you have the courage to face the cruelest reality - you have guessed it, Blood Magic's equivalent exchange, exchange the life of a noble Khal from the night god for another great horse-riding king Newborn."
Mirri Maz Duer smiled and pointed to Dany's belly, as if Hell was eyeing the food sacrificed by the unclean, "Khal Drogo is not only your sun and stars , he is the guarantee of your safety.
As long as your Husband survives, there will be a large group of children waiting for you to raise... Maybe like the Silver Lady, giving birth to represent sun and The twin of stars."
Dany changed color suddenly, picked up the teapot in front of him and smashed it.
“bang!”
Maegi didn't expect her to react like this, her forehead was smashed straight, and blood mixed with milky white mare's milk flowed down her cheeks.
"Aggo, Rakharo, drag Maegi down, gag the mouth and tie it up," she ordered loudly to the guard on duty outside the house.
Two days and nights passed, Drogo's Khalasar was on the verge of collapse, and every night Dany could hear the cries of Irri Jhiqui and other maids.
This morning, she even saw Doreah's chest, abdomen, and thighs covered with bruises.
It was made by Qotho and Haggo.
Khal's Bloodrider can share everything except mounts with Khal, Drogo doesn't allow them to touch Dany, but Dany's maid is always wanted by them.
Before they didn't go so far, but now...
"Everyone knew Khal was going to die, and according to Dothraki custom, his Bloodrider lived with him Death. Qotho they are so mad when they see their oneself lifespan is near - the dead have nothing to worry about." Ser Jorah told her with a tired expression.
The hardest part of these two days is actually him. The heavy armor on his body has not been taken off since the moment he put it on. 's sword lay across his knees.
"And this place is barren. The creek three miles away is almost drank by the people and horses. The key is that there is no pasture. The livestock can't hold on anymore." Jorah rubbed the dim eyes of the divide light and said in despair : "The Dothraki will never watch oneself's horses starve, die of thirst, soon they will do something, not tonight or tomorrow."
I deliberately, deliberately looked at Drogo Going in the wrong direction and deliberately choosing this Desolate Land that cannot sustain the existence of the huge Khalasar for long.
Because I hope that the Khas bandits will lead their respective Khas tribes to disperse on their own after they cannot hold on.
Never let ambitious fight for the position of Khal near my Young Kas, otherwise, her Khas clan will not survive the melee, and as Khaleesi, her life may not be saved.
Feeling that the last moment had come, she said to Knight, with a haggard face and dark eyes, "I'm going to give birth tonight. You go and call Mirri Maz Duer."
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Ser Jorah's eyes flashed with pain, and he wanted to tell the princess of oneself: in this situation, don't have any more expectations for the child, or you will not be able to bear the huge blow that will inevitably come.
"Khaleesi, didn't you say she wanted to sacrifice your child?" he said hoarsely.
"Don't let her come near my body as long as she sings Song of Childbirth," Dany comforted him.
Maegi has been locked in a small tent in the vicinity for the past two days. Except for the messy clothes and hair, he is in good spirits.
"I hear the whispers of many horse-riding Warriors, your Husband's tribe is about to collapse, and only his return from the darkness can change all that, your destiny, that of your future child." She looked Persuading Dany comfortably.
"My stomach hurts, I'm about to give birth, help me give birth to the child first." Dany was lying on the blanket, 'sweaty', 'as if' he had just taken a hot bath with his clothes on.
"I'll help you..." Mirri Maz Duer was stunned, and was about to walk towards Dany's bed.
"Wait a minute." Dany asked Irri to stop her and said, "I'm going to give birth for a long time, so you can sing Song of Childbirth through the screen."
Then she went on Seriously to the maid: "Irri, you are guarding outside. If she is abnormal, shoot her with a crossbow immediately."
"You don't trust me?" Maegi sank his face.
"Yes, at least until my son is born safely, I won't give you any more trust, you should know why." Dany glared at her.
Mirri Maz Duer pondered with a sullen face in the heart: Should she give birth to the child? In any case, her son, who was prophesied as "Stallion Who Mounts the World", was doomed. Die at the hands of the new horse men Khal, or be sacrificed by oneself to the devil in the shadows.
Why didn't this silver-haired woman break down as expected? The seductive black magic that was mixed in the language last time didn't work...
I can't give her the cruelest revenge with my own hands, so I'm not reconciled.
No matter what she thinks in her heart, facing the Dothraki maid with a crossbow beside her, glare like a tiger watching his prey staring at the oneself, Mirri Maz Duer can only obediently and honestly sing Song of Childbirth .
The production went well unexpectedly. Dany only wailed for half an hour before a weak baby cry could be heard inside the wooden screen.
"Don't move!" Irri warned loudly.
Maegi stopped walking around the wooden screen, turned her head and looked towards the maid and said, "Your Khaleesi needs me, and there is more complicated work to do after the child is born."
Actually, she had no other thoughts at this time. She just felt that today's production process was very wrong, and she really wanted to see it with her own eyes.
"Stop, don't move." Irri remained unmoved with the crossbow in hand.
Dany said weakly inside: "Irri, let Jhiqui and Doreah in. Mirri Maz Duer has proved oneself's loyalty, you take her back to the camp, don't tie her up again. Well, send her She's got some meat and drinks."
It's not normal, that silver-haired woman has a trick!
Maegi is absolutely sure, but just can't figure out what she's done and what she's going to do.
Irri, Jhiqui, and Doreah have never given birth, and have never learned the technique of childbirth, thinking that everything is the result of Mirri Maz Duer's miraculous Song of Childbirth.
Even Ser Jorah and the others outside thought this too, after all, a few days ago, everyone saw Maegi help the dying Lilith give birth to a pair of auspiciousness.
Before that, all hairless persons were 100% sure that Lilith, who fell off the horse, was not saved!
It can be seen that Mirri • Maz • Duer must be an extraordinary midwifery Witch Doctor.
With her help, Khaleesi gave birth to a son that was normal.
When the three Bloodriders, Cohollo, Qotho, and Haggo were brought into the straw curtain palace by Ser Jorah, they, as it should be by rights, regarded the skinny baby in Dany's arms as the son of oneself Khal.
"My sun and stars, your 'blood of my blood'...he's dying." Dany said casually, fiddling with the baby's sparse black hair.
"Women, Dothraki are not like you Sunset Kingdoms," Cohollo, the wise old man, thought he saw through Dany's absurd ambitions of 'governing under the curtain', and unceremoniously taunted: "horse people were born from the Womb of the World. In the beginning, there was never a baby Khal.
In fact, if the adult son of Khal is not the strongest Warrior of Khalasar, he will not necessarily inherit the position of Khal of the father."
Here it is. At this moment, they don't even call 'Khaleesi' anymore.
As Ser Jorah said, when Khal Drogo was alive, she was the Khaleesi of the tribe of 100,000 horse people, and after he died, she was nothing.
Daenerys said to them: "I have accepted the fate of oneself, Dosh Khaleen of Vaes Dothrak. But as the blood of my blood of my Husband, this child is his continuation and your bloodline.
I hope that one or a few of you will be brave enough to run overnight to bring my Rhaego (the name of Daenerys' son, decided from the day of conception) north.
Vaes Dothrak under the Mother of Mountains is the holy land of horse people who show no swords and blood, put aside disputes, and give up hatred.
Find the one who prophesied that I will give birth to 'Stallion Who Mounts' Dosh Khaleen Crone of the World', asking her to withdraw Rhaego's prophecy and asking her to take Rhaego as a lifetime squire.
If the above requirements are fulfilled, I will take the Princess of Dragonstone of 'Stormborn' In place of Rhaego, he swears: Forever renounces the pursuit of the inheritance of his biological father, Khal Drogo.”