Chapter 10: Oath
Drogo's khals have stayed in this desolate desert for two days, and the news that "the khal will die" is circulating in the tribe all the time.
This is not a rumor, because everyone knows that Khal Drogo is so sick that he can't even get on his horse, so the khals can't move without the khal.
That night, Mirri Maz Duur announced with a deathly pale face: "The khal's wounds are festering, and no healer can save him. The only thing left is to guide him on the dark path and let him ride into the night kingdom without pain."
Daenerys pretended to be heartbroken and begged her to save her "sun and star".
Mirri Maz Duur looked at Dany and her bulging belly with eyes as dark as the night. Her voice was strangely quiet, almost like a whisper: "There is indeed another way, a magic.
But this spell is not only difficult to perform, but also very dark. For some people, death is more straightforward.
I learned this spell in Asshai and paid a heavy price for it - my mentor was from the Shadow Land."
"Blood witch." She uttered a word softly, and for the first time, she exposed her identity openly - a witch.
She had always denied her identity as a witch before, saying only that she was a doctor and a priestess.
There seemed to be some dark magic in her voice. Dany, who was baked by the blazing fire, suddenly felt that her neck was strangled by a frozen and sticky tentacle - she couldn't breathe, her brain was deprived of oxygen, and her thinking was fuzzy.
She heard herself say in a daze: "Do it, save it quickly."
A stream of boiling magma suddenly gushed out from her lower abdomen, and the heat stimulated her nerves, making her wake up all of a sudden.
The dragon egg has been hidden in her abdomen.
She suppressed her shock and showed hesitation, "The khal's bloodriders won't agree, is there no other way?"
The witch was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "No."
Dany pursed her lips, looked directly into her eyes, and said coldly, "Do you admit that you are a witch?"
"Really?" Mirri Maz Duur seemed fearless and smiled, "Lady Silver, only the witch can save your warriors right now. And you must pay the price."
Dany looked at Drogo, who was unconscious, and asked, "What do you want? Gold, horses..."
The witch interrupted her without hesitation, and said, "This is not a matter of gold or horses, ma'am, this is blood magic, and only death can exchange for life."
"Death? You want my life?"
The witch assured her, "Not your death, Khaleesi."
Her eyes swept to Dany's lower abdomen from time to time, her eyes were dark and hidden with malicious intent.
Daenerys decided not to bother with her any more and asked directly, "Whose death can awaken my sun and star? It can't be his horse, right?"
"Silver Lady, you are very courageous and dare to face the cruelest reality - you have guessed it, the equivalent exchange of blood magic, using the life of a noble khal to exchange for the rebirth of another great horse king from the God of Night."
Mirri Maz Duur smiled and pointed at Dany's belly, like a hellish devil staring at the food sacrificed by an unclean person, "Drogo Khal is not only your sun and star, he is also the guarantee of your safety.
As long as your husband survives, there will be a large group of children waiting for you to raise in the future. Maybe like that Silver Lady, you will give birth to twins representing the sun and star."
Dany's face changed color, picked up the teapot in front of her and smashed it.
"Bang!"
The witch did not expect her to react like this, and her forehead was hit directly, and blood mixed with milky white horse milk flowed down her cheeks.
"Ago, Rakharo, drag the witch away, gag her and tie her up." She shouted to the guards on duty outside the house.
Two days and nights passed, and Drogo's khal was on the verge of collapse. Every night Dany could hear the crying of Iljiki and other maids.
This morning she saw Doreah's chest, abdomen, and thighs covered with bruises.
It was Qotho and Hago who did it.
The bloodriders of the khal can share everything with the khal except the mount. Drogo does not allow them to touch Dany, but Dany's maids have always been taken advantage of by them.
They were not so excessive before, but now
"Everyone knows that the khal is going to die, and according to Dothraki customs, his bloodriders live and die with him. Qotho and the others are so crazy because they see that their lives are coming to an end - they don't have to worry about anything when the dead are dead." Ser Jorah told her tiredly.
In fact, he was the one who worked the hardest these two days. He never took off his heavy armor from the moment he put it on. He stood guard outside the door during the day and set up a chair at the door at night, with a sharp sword shining coldly across his knees.
"Besides, this place is desolate. The stream three miles away has been almost drunk dry by the horses and men. The key is that there is no pasture. The livestock can't hold on any longer." Jorah rubbed his dim eyes and said in despair: "The Dothraki will never watch their horses starve to death or die of thirst. They will take action soon, if not tonight, then tomorrow."
I did it on purpose, deliberately watched Drogo go in the wrong direction, and deliberately chose this desolate land that could not sustain the survival of a huge khas.
Because I hope that after the khaskos can't hold on, they will lead their respective khas tribes to disperse on their own.
I must not let the ambitious people fight for the position of khal near my little khas, otherwise, her khas tribe will not survive the melee, and as a khaleesi, her life may not be saved.
Feeling that the final moment had come, she said to the knight with a haggard face and black eyes: "I estimate that I will give birth tonight. Go and call Mirri Maz Duur."
Ser Jorah's eyes flashed with pain. He wanted to tell his princess: In this situation, don't have any more expectations for children, otherwise you will not be able to bear the huge blow that will inevitably come.
"Khaleesi, didn't you say that she wanted to sacrifice your child?" He said hoarsely.
"Don't worry, just let her sing the song of childbirth, and don't let her get close to my body." Dany comforted him.
The witch has been locked in a small tent nearby for the past two days. Except that her clothes and hair are a little messy, she is in good spirits.
"I heard many horsemen whispering that your husband's tribe is about to collapse. Only his return from the darkness can change all this, your fate, and the fate of your future children." She persuaded Dany calmly.
"My stomach aches and I'm about to give birth. Help me deliver the baby first." Dany lay on the blanket, her whole body 'sweaty', 'as if' she had just taken a hot bath with her clothes on.
"I'll help you." Mirri Maz Duur was stunned and was about to walk towards Dany's bed.
"Wait a minute." Dany asked Irri to stop her and said, "I gave birth naturally after a full day. You can sing the song of childbirth across the screen."
Then she said to the maid in a serious tone, "Irri, you stay outside. If she shows any abnormality, shoot her to death with a crossbow immediately."
"You don't trust me?" The witch frowned.
"Yes, at least I will not trust you again until my son is born safely. You should know why." Dany glared at her.
Mirri Maz Duur thought in her heart with a wooden face: Should she give birth to the child? In any case, her son, who was prophesied to be "the horse riding the world", was doomed. He would die at the hands of the new centaur khal, or be sacrificed to the devil in the shadow.
Why didn't this silver-haired woman have a mental breakdown as expected? The seductive black magic mixed in her words last time didn't work . I couldn't give her the cruelest revenge with my own hands.
No matter what she thought in her heart, facing the Dothraki maid holding a crossbow and staring at her, Mirri Maz Duur could only sing the song of childbirth honestly.
This time the delivery was unexpectedly smooth. Dany only howled for half an hour, and the soft and weak cry of the baby rang out from behind the wooden screen.
"Don't move!" Irri warned loudly.
The witch stopped her steps to bypass the wooden screen, turned her head and looked at the maid, saying: "Your Khaleesi needs me. There will be more complicated work to do after the child is born."
In fact, she had no other thoughts at this time. She just felt that the birth process today was very wrong and wanted to see it with her own eyes.
"Stop, don't move." Irri held her crossbow and remained unmoved.
Dany said weakly inside: "Irri, let Jhiqui and Doreah come in. Mirri Maz Duur has proved her loyalty. You take her back to the tent and don't tie her up anymore. Well, give her some wine and meat." It's very abnormal. The silver-haired woman has a trick!
The witch was completely sure, but she couldn't figure out what she had done and what she was going to do.
Irri, Jhiqui, and Doreah had never given birth, nor had they learned the art of childbirth. They just thought that everything was the effect of Mirri Maz Duur's magical song of childbirth.
Even Sir Jorah and others outside had this idea. After all, a few days ago, everyone saw the witch help the dying Lilith give birth to a pair of auspicious animals with their own eyes.
Before that, all the hairless people were 100% sure that Lilith, who had fallen off her horse, was beyond saving!
Therefore, Mirri Maz Duur must be an extraordinary midwife.
With her help, it was normal for Khaleesi to give birth to a son.
When the three bloodriders, Coholro, Qotho, and Haggo, were brought into the straw curtain palace by Ser Jorah, they naturally regarded the thin baby in Dany's arms as the son of their khal.
"My sun and star, your 'blood of my blood'. He is dying." Dany lowered her head and fiddled with the baby's sparse black hair, saying casually.
"Woman, Dothraki is different from your country of sunset," the wise old man Coholro thought he saw through Dany's absurd ambition of "ruling from behind the curtain", and mocked unceremoniously: "The horsemen have never had a baby khal since the birth of the Womb Lake.
In fact, if the adult son of a khal is not the strongest warrior of the khal, he may not be able to inherit his father's position as khal."
At this moment, they didn't even call her 'Khaleesi'.
As Ser Jorah said, when Khal Drogo was alive, she was the Khaleesi of the 100,000 horsemen. After his death, she was nothing.
Daenerys said to them: "I have accepted my fate, the Dosh Khaleen of Vaes Dothrak. But as the blood of my husband's blood, this child is his continuation, and also your blood.
I hope that one or more of you warriors can run away at night and bring my Rhaegal (the name of Daenerys' son, which was decided from the day of pregnancy) to the north.
Vaes Dothrak under the Holy Mother Mountain is a holy place for horsemen who do not show swords, do not stain blood, put aside disputes, and give up hatred.
Find the old Dosh Khaleen who predicted that I would give birth to a "horse riding the world", let her retract her prophecy to Rhaegal, and ask her to accept Rhaegal as a lifelong servant.
If the above request is fulfilled, I will swear on behalf of Rhaegal as the "Stormborn" Princess of Dragonstone: I will never pursue the inheritance rights of his biological father, Khal Drogo."
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