

“Make them stop,” she commanded Ser Jorah. Dany’s hand clenched hard around the reins, and she turned the silver’s head. The survivors would be sold into slavery.īehind them, the girl being raped made a heartrending sound, a long sobbing wail that went on and on and on.

A man’s mount was his own.Īfter conquering a city, Dothraki men would pillage the city and rape all the women they can get their hands on. In some khalasars, Jhiqui said, the bloodriders shared the khal’s wine, his tent, and even his wives, though never his horses.

If the khal died at the hands of some enemy, they lived only long enough to avenge him, and then followed him joyfully into the grave. The ancient traditions of the horselords demanded that when the khal died, his bloodriders died with him, to ride at his side in the night lands. “Blood of my blood,” Drogo called them, and so it was they shared a single life. Jhiqui had taught her that a bloodrider was more than a guard they were the khal’s brothers, his shadows, his fiercest friends. At first Dany had thought of them as a kind of Dothraki Kingsguard, sworn to protect their lord, but it went further than that. This I swear before the Mother of Mountains, as the stars look down in witness.”Ī khal could share his wives with his bloodriders.Įvery khal had his bloodriders. I will rape their women, take their children as slaves, and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak to bow down beneath the Mother of Mountains. I will kill the men in the iron suits and tear down their stone houses. “I will take my khalasar west to where the world ends, and ride the wooden horses across the black salt water as no khal has done before. I, Drogo, khal, will do this thing.” His voice rose, and he lifted his fist to the sky. To him I will give this iron chair his mother’s father sat in. “And to Rhaego son of Drogo, the stallion who will mount the world, to him I also pledge a gift. Drogo says this after failed attempt to poison Dany.
