Chapter 127

The two fishmongers crept closer, then threw themselves flat upon the ground. Trembling, they said: “Glorious Khal Drogo, forgive our careless tongues.”

The Dothraki had a fearsome reputation, and his men had just defiled nearly a hundred noblewomen. To expect these folk not to fear or hate him was folly. Yet Drogo was no petty ruler; he let their slip pass and went straight to the matter.

“Outside Syhorro, did Dothraki horsemen truly appear? To which khal do they belong?”