Chapter 4

Hoso’s chest was caved in — clearly trampled by horses. Drogo, who never missed a detail, instinctively felt a chill. His bizarre dream was bleeding into reality! For a moment, he was frozen in horror.

Flies swarmed around the corpse, but the face hadn’t rotted beyond recognition. Seeing this, Argo made his judgment:

"It seems Jhaqo's group camped here. He must be heading to Vaes Dothrak, to report to the Great Stallion atop Mother Mountain, offer sacrifices to the heavens, and be formally crowned Khal. The hoofprints and blood must come from them."