Chapter 8 Blood and Fire from the Same Origin
Lilith fell off her horse, but her injury was not serious - she was riding a low mare like Dany, but she was in premature labor.
Premature labor is not a big deal, and the due date is only a few days away. The key is that the fetus was in an abnormal position after the fall, and the fetus was stuck in the womb and could not come out.
The hairless Dothraki people even "rely on the blessing of the horse god" for the most common knife wounds, and they... They sentenced Lilith to death for such a high-level job as midwifery.
"Send her to my palace." Dany's violet eyes flashed a deep light, and she turned to the maid behind her and said, "Irri, have someone isolate an area in a corner of the palace, and do not disturb the khal."
Drogo's straw curtain palace is two hundred square meters wide to meet the daily meetings of the khals leaders, and there is enough space to accommodate a pregnant woman.
The black slave woman and the centaurs were not surprised by Khaleesi's behavior: Daenerys offended a group of Dothraki warriors in order to save the raped sheep woman.
Lilith is one of the horse folks after all.
Well, if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a horse, you follow the horse.
"She made mistakes and said things she shouldn't have said. She should be punished, but she also gave birth to new seeds for Khaleesi.
Tell Jaco that if this woman gives birth to a strong boy, her crime will be forgiven. If it's a girl, I will whip her twenty times and demote her to a slave."
The slave woman received Khaleesi's instructions and hurried down to report to Jaco.
As soon as Daenerys returned to the tent, Ser Jorah asked her to dismiss the maids and servants, and said solemnly: "Rumors are everywhere. The whole Khaleesi has spread that Khal Drogo fell off his horse."
"He didn't." Dany argued.
"Because you held him, I saw it, his bloodriders saw it, and the Khas men behind you all saw it." His black bear-like face was covered with sweat. "You know his situation better than I do. Even if we can fool him today, what about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow? Soon he won't even be able to climb onto a horse, and then..."
A khal who can't ride a horse is incapable of ruling, and it's useless for Khaleesi to be alive and kicking and wise as Zhuge Liang.
"I have made my own decision. Don't mention the suggestion of escape. Leaving will only lead to death." After a pause, she looked Jorah in the eyes, "Sir, you are my sworn knight. I hope you can protect my safety in the upcoming turmoil."
"There is no doubt about that. No one will hurt you before I lose my life." Jorah Mormont nodded solemnly and made a promise.
Then he worriedly said, "But without Drogo, his Khals will immediately fall into chaos. I am afraid that if I lose him alone..."
"It doesn't matter. My Khas tribe will cooperate with you."
Dany looked him up and down: the bleached and faded Dothraki painted vest, the exposed skin was tanned red by the scorching sun, the loose spotted sand silk trousers, the riding sandals tied to the knees and exposing the toes, and the sword hung on a twisted horsehair belt. Except for the braids without bells, he was dressed like a centaur.
"From now on, you must change into knight's armor." She said.
"Yes, I understand." The big bear nodded in agreement.
Lilith's sporadic calls for help came from the innermost corner of the straw curtain palace. Daenerys sent the big bear to change equipment, and she also lifted the cowhide curtain and came outside.
On the hill next to the straw curtain palace, Coholro was on the high ground, shouting loudly with a stern look, directing the tribe to set up camp.
It can be seen that he was worried about Drogo's injury and was in a very bad mood.
Dany waved him down and said, "Cohollo, go get Mirri Maz Duur."
"Witches?" He spat, "I won't do it. Khaleesi, you have no right to order me."
Although Daenerys saved Mirri Maz Duur, her status as a slave did not change. At this time, she should be in the long slave team with other "sheep people".
"For Lilith. Our hairless people can't heal her, so why not let Mirri Maz Duur try." She told him.
Cohollo stared at her on his horse, his eyes as hard as flint: "Witches are women who mate with demons. They are evil, cruel and soulless, and practice the darkest and most terrifying witchcraft. At night, they will look for men and drain their energy until they die. Giving them trust is the stupidest thing in the world." Respect ghosts and avoid them.
The Dothraki are not proficient in black magic, but they have formed smart and practical traditions in the evolution of life for thousands of years.
If it weren't for Daenerys, an outsider, it is not certain whether Drogo would die from the inflammation of the wound.
Dany touched her belly and advised, "I don't trust her, but if she can save Lilith from childbirth, won't the safety of my baby be more guaranteed?"
The old blood guard opened his mouth, looked at her with pity, and left without saying anything.
He thought she didn't know the traditions of the Dothraki .
Daenerys looked at the old man with deep eyes, watching the figure of the old man disappear into the group of yurts, and turned to call Eroye, the first woman Dany rescued outside the mud wall of the "Sheep Man" town, a shy sheep girl.
After taking a bath and changing clothes, Dany sat quietly by the bonfire in the center of the tent. The flames were blazing and the heat was overwhelming. The maids couldn't stand it and were all sent away by her. It was afternoon, the sun was high, and the weather was hot.
After a while, Cohollo picked up the short sheep witch in his hand and strode in.
Mirri Maz Duur's clothes were torn, his face was swollen, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and one of his front teeth was missing. It was obvious that he had been beaten up before coming here.
After instructing Ser Jorah not to let anyone in, she handed Mirri Maz Duur a cup of mare's milk and asked, "You said before that you were proficient in the art of childbirth?"
Mirri Maz Duur wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, took the horn cup, and drank it all up. She panted and said, "Lady Silver, my mother was a priestess in the past. She taught me songs and spells to please the Supreme Shepherd, and how to make sacred smoke and sacred ointment with leaves, roots and berries.
When I was young and beautiful, I followed the caravan to Asshai beside the shadow, and asked the Lord of the Lords to come to me. "I asked their magicians for advice. Ships from countless countries gathered in Asshai, so I stayed there for a long time to learn the medical skills of foreign nations.
A moon singer from Jugsnai taught me her birthing song, and a woman from your horse-riding nation taught me the magic of grass, corn and horses.
There was also a maester named Marwyn from the Land of Sunset (Westeros), who dissected the body and told me all the secrets buried under the skin. "
This is a turtle who studied abroad and got several "doctoral degrees" in medicine.
Mirri looked at Drogo on the bed two feet away and explained helplessly: "I am proficient in many medical skills, but Drogo gave up my ointment seven days ago."
Daenerys interrupted her and pointed to the screen in the corner of the room, "There is a pregnant woman who fell off a horse there, and she is the one you are treating today."
"Another Silver Lady?" Mirri Maz Duur seemed to have heard about Lilith. She looked up and tapped Drogo on the bed with her chin and asked: "Don't you need to treat this great horse-riding warrior immediately?"
Daenerys lowered her eyes, stroked her belly and said, "Don't worry about the khal's affairs. My child is about to be born. You must use Lilith to prove your obstetrics and gynecology skills."
"As you wish, Lady Silver." The witch answered honestly.
In order to avoid affecting Drogo, the straw bed where Lilith was placed was separated from the main body of the palace.
That is, next to the hall, a small straw curtain house with only a door was built, so there was no need to pass by the khal's bed.
Separated by a thick straw curtain, there was also a wooden screen from the Summer Islands, carved with hundreds of lifelike and colorful rare birds and animals - a gift from the Trade Federation to Drogo.
Mirri Maz Duur began to sing a strange song, a language that Dany had never heard of, humming and chanting, melodious, like a girl's song, and like a passionate poem.
Was it the song of childbirth taught to her by the Moon Singer of Jorgesnai?
Or, the wizard spell of the shadowy Asshai?
With the singing in her ears, Dany checked the objects around her again: the black dragon egg, the crossbow with a taut bowstring and a metal-headed arrow, Drogo's dragon bone dagger, the needle and thread for sewing wounds from the hairless man, poppy wine, and a large piece of cotton cloth boiled in boiling water and dried in the hot sun.
She smeared the poppy wine on her belly, which felt cool and refreshing. She bit a piece of cork with her teeth. It didn't seem to hurt that the dagger cut her belly. At least it was much easier than the charcoal-roasted beauty's legs last night.
"Baby dragon, you are the ultimate power in the world. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has revived with your arrival. You are the god of the world. I need you to give your mother strength."
The sticky blood stained the blanket under her body. Dany's face was pale, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her expression seemed to be in a trance. The cork in her mouth fell off from her blankly opened lips.
Suddenly, the warm fossil dragon egg sandwiched between her knees became as hot as a charcoal fire. The intense heat stimulation made her mind clearer than ever before.
Under normal circumstances in modern hospitals, a caesarean section takes about half an hour, and this also includes the anesthesia process in the early stage.
Dany was distracted for a while in the middle of the process, and it took about 20 minutes, and then there was a bloody baby boy in her arms.
Covering his blood-stained mouth, Dany hardened her heart and poured him a small cup of poppy wine.
"Riding the world's steed, a little anesthetic can't hurt you." Dany whispered to him.
The little guy fell asleep, his hands holding the white dragon egg, the dragon egg was hot. Another quarter of an hour passed, and the witch next door was still chanting. Dany held the black dragon egg in her left hand, and wiped the blood on her body with her free right hand, and threw all the blood-stained cotton and blankets into the blazing firewood beside her.
"Thank you, baby dragon!" Dany caressed the fine scales on the dragon egg lovingly, her heart full of gratitude and love - just like Bran Stark could feel the emotions of Summer (the name of his dire wolf) at any time, she also tied the most intimate soul bond with the black dragon when she was dying.
Daenerys can now control the process of entering the Dragon Dream.
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