Chapter 9: Brontosaurus and the True Sun
There was a loud noise outside the tent. Daenerys, who was sitting cross-legged in the fire with a black dragon egg in her arms, opened her eyes in annoyance.
She was disinfecting herself!
The temperature of more than a thousand degrees was more effective than any antibiotics or penicillin. It was also cleaner and had no side effects.
Clenching her fists, Dany felt that her body was more relaxed and powerful than before.
She stepped out of the fire and washed the stains on her body with boiling water. She picked up the down bag that had been prepared long ago - a duck feather pillow.
Soon, Daenerys, who was exactly the same as before, with a big belly, struggled to open the cowhide curtain and walked out.
The scorching sun was setting in the west, dragging a long shadow behind the hills. The weather was hot and windless, and a group of Dothraki warriors were hiding from the sun in the shadows of the hills.
Outside Drogo's straw palace, a circle of guards stood like javelins. Sir Jorah was like a tin can, placed three meters outside the camp gate.
He was swearing at a Dothraki.
The other pointed a scimitar at him and cursed: "Coward, the cowardly Andal has retreated into his iron again!"
"Andal" is the name given to Jorah Mormont by the horsemen.
The story of "A Song of Ice and Fire" has three plot lines: the Great Wall in the North of Westeros - the biting cold wind, the threat of the White Walkers to all mankind; King's Landing, the capital of Westeros - the Game of Thrones; the continent of Essos, the nine free trade cities, and Daenerys's road to liberating slaves.
In other words, the core location of the plot is in Westeros.
The continent of Westeros is composed of four races:
1. The indigenous people, such as the children of the forest and giants, have a history of millions of years, know magic and use stone tools, are completely primitive people, and now live mostly north of the Great Wall;
2. The First Men, the natives who migrated from the continent of Essos 12,000 years ago, are at the bronze civilization level. They are the first generation of invaders, and most of the people in the North and north of the Great Wall are descendants of the First Men;
3. The Andals, invaders from the continent of Essos 8,000 years ago, brought the Iron Civilization and the Faith of the Seven Gods;
4. The Rhoynar, who crossed the sea to seek refuge a thousand years ago - avoiding the dragon and magic civilization of Valyria (a super civilization, similar to Atlantis). They do not have a higher level of civilization and cannot invade Westeros, which has developed a knight civilization. They can only choose to merge, and it is still relatively desolate Dorne - the southernmost part of Westeros, desert and Gobi.
So the title of the king of the continent of Westeros is, 'King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men'.
Jorah Mormont is the Earl of Bear Island in the North. He should be a First Men, not an Andal. It's
just that the Andals created the knight civilization, and knights are almost the main impression of other nations on warriors in the Sunset Continent. Jorah is also dressed in knight clothes.
Well, Jorah is not necessarily a knight. Knights come from a belief - the Seven Gods septa anoint him with holy oil and are "sworn" by another regular knight.
Jorah Mormont, Earl of the North, First Men, believes in the Old Gods instead of the Seven Gods.
He has received complete knight training, a set of knight armor, and a warhorse, but he is not necessarily a knight.
For example, the Stark family of Winterfell, from Duke Ned down, none of them are regular knights.
The "primitive" tribe on horseback - Dothraki, thinks that people wearing iron armor are cowardly cowards.
Wearing iron armor = fear of death = cowardly cowards, this is probably their logical chain.
The centaur caught a glimpse of Dany walking out of the tent, and not only did he not restrain himself, but he laughed even harder.
Jorah held the sword with his left hand and pointed at the Dothraki warrior with his right hand, cursing back without any courtesy: "You are a piece of trash from a primitive tribe, a bastard who has become a horse, and you know nothing. This set of plate armor can be exchanged for a hundred of your dog heads."
He cursed in Dothraki language - targeting the centaur warrior personally, and then cursed in the common language of Westeros with a northern accent - venting his resentment towards the entire Dothraki nation, spewing out all kinds of rubbish without any courtesy - other people could hardly understand.
Because he had been alert to the person opposite him, he immediately noticed the change in the centaur warrior's sight. He turned back and glanced at Daenerys, probably guessing that his guarding mission for the day was completed, and with a "swoosh", he drew out the knight's two-handed sword and rushed towards the centaur.
The centaur warrior had been waiting for him for a long time. He didn't get angry before because this was the khal's tent. If he dared to break in, he would be shot into a hedgehog by thousands of arrows by the guards.
The centaurs, who Dany had thought were just a bunch of soldiers, were so fast that she couldn't follow them. The arakh almost danced out a curtain of silver blades.
Jorah was wearing a full body armor made of dark gray fine steel. He pulled down his great helmet to reveal only two slits of the faceguard, followed by a throat guard, knee pads, hand guards and boots - all of which were iron armor with a gleaming metallic luster.
Wearing such heavy armor, his movements were not slow at all, and his two-handed sword was swung like a fan.
"Ping ping bang bang", the two of them came and went, and the sound of swords clashing was as dense as the "raindrop sonata" on the banana leaves in front of the window during a rainstorm.
You can see yellow sparks flickering between the swords and on Ser Jorah's armor, like fireflies flying around Jorah.
The whole process is a long story, but in fact, Jorah took three steps back in a flash, supporting his sword with both hands, and the heavy and dense breathing came into Dany's ears from under the faceguard.
The centaur warrior fell to the red sandstone ground, struggling with his limbs and wailing. The dark red blood just flowed out of his chest and was swallowed by the dry earth, like a gluttonous devil.
Dany estimated that in the four or five seconds of fighting, Jorah was stabbed at least three times, but he was fine. Perhaps there were many fresh dents on the steel breastplate.
The centaur warrior had always been in the upper hand, but at the last moment, he was probably a beat slower when breathing, and was stabbed in the chest.
"Khaleesi!"
Jorah and her khas guards greeted her one by one.
The horsemen in the shadows pointed at Dany and looked relaxed. They also laughed at the cowardice of the "Andals" just now.
Now their companion was lying on the ground struggling and bleeding to death. They seemed to think he deserved it. They didn't care about his experience and had no sympathy.
"Khaleesi, you left the witch alone in the palace of the khal?" Coholro rode over and accused angrily.
"She's not with the khal. She's helping Lilith give birth. Didn't you hear her birthing song?" She told Ago to lift the straw curtain outside the delivery room.
The scene inside was revealed to everyone at once. Mirri Maz Duur was singing the melodious ballad of the Moon Shadow Land while caressing Lilith's bulging, shiny belly, as if helping her to correct the fetal position?
On the simple bed covered with rushes, the pregnant woman's square face was waxy white, her hair was wet on both sides, and her silver teeth were clenched tightly - the meridians in her cheeks were exposed, and the tiny moans of pain and the faint smell of blood passed through the curtain door and rushed to the onlookers.
A caesarean section takes more than half an hour, and a normal delivery, especially in the case of a difficult delivery, is not too long if it takes four or five hours.
The witch had been singing for more than an hour, and her voice was a little hoarse. When she saw the straw curtain being lifted, everyone looked over. She shook her head at Dany, who was three meters away, and continued to sing the song of childbirth. She quickly reached out and pulled the curtain again.
Seeing that the witch did not cast a black magic, everyone quickly shifted their attention and continued to do their own things.
"Water." The Dothraki warrior lying on the ground waiting to die begged for someone to give him water.
Dany walked over and threw a bag of mare's milk on the ground, and then ordered the maid Irri to untie his painted vest - she remembered that she was a pregnant woman with limited mobility, so she could not bend down to feed him water, and she could not squat down to check his injuries.
"The sternum blocked the sword, and no internal organs were injured." Daenerys looked at it and ordered, "Irri, press the wound with the cotton cloth to stop the bleeding first. Quirrell, go and call the hairless man to sew up his wound."
Quirrell said in Dothraki, "Khaleesi, he failed in his challenge to the Andals, and he should accept his fate. Don't move him or help him with treatment. Whether he can live or not is decided by the horse god in the sky. Everyone knows this."
"Everyone knows it." The maid Irri replied.
"Everyone knows it." Jhogo also agreed.
Dany glared at Quirrell and said unhappily, "Do you want everyone to know that you disobeyed Khaleesi's orders?"
Quirrell also widened his almond eyes.
After seeing the determination in Dany's eyes, he muttered something meaningless and rode away.
The sun was like a wounded animal, sprinkling a blood-red on the barren land, staggering and falling below the horizon.
Mirri Maz Duur, who had "studied" in many countries and obtained many medical "diplomas", really impressed Daenerys. Before nightfall, the first child was born.
A silver-haired boy, with the bronze skin of the Dothraki, almond eyes and lavender pupils.
Daenerys crossed the wooden screen of beasts, cut through the thick straw curtain with a dagger, and took the naked baby from the witch's hand through the gap.
"Khaleesi, it's twins, and there is one more." Mirri Maz Duur said hoarsely.
"Go on."
Dany hesitated for nearly two minutes before turning around the screen.
"Wash him with hot water." When she came to the hall, she wrapped the baby in a wool blanket and handed it to Jhiqui.
When the second child was born, Jakoko also came to Drogo's straw curtain palace.
"Hahaha, a boy and a girl, the boy is big and the girl is small, symbolizing the sun and the stars. This is the auspicious sign bestowed upon me by the horse god in the sky!"
Jacoko was excited, holding a baby in each hand. The baby boy in his left hand was facing the sun that was about to disappear in the horizon in the west, and the baby girl in his right hand was facing the star of the horse god adorned on the dark purple sky in the east. The string of bells tied to his beard made an ambitious crisp sound.
Looking at the happy backs of Jacoko and his men leaving with the children and Lilith, the witch who had just washed herself in a small tent nearby muttered in confusion: "How did he know that the boy was bigger? Aren't the two almost the same?"
"These stupid centaurs are so strange." Shaking her head, Mirri turned and walked towards Drogo's straw curtain palace.
Having perfectly proved her ability, she obtained the right to become Khaleesi's attendant. Before Khaleesi's child was born, she had to follow Khaleesi's little Cass and must not leave without permission.
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