Chapter 131

Zako and Mors’s khalasars had already drawn the eye of the ever-rising Jhaqo. Too weak to resist him alone, they had no choice but to turn to Drogo—the only khal left in the Dothraki Sea strong enough to shield them.

Drogo had understood as much during his earlier exchange with the two old khals.

Scum he would not gather—even the mightiest sellswords, the Golden Company, he had discarded. But screamers? The more the better. Riders were always welcome, for they were the spine of his power, and for their strength he had both recognition and respect.