Chapter 5

The wide expanse of the Rainbow Lands was wrapped in the most common Dothraki bronze grass. Among it grew clusters of vibrant grasses that shimmered faintly with a rainbow glow. Under the forceful winds, they rubbed against each other, swaying east and west. Against the backdrop of night, the field resembled a colossal beast with endless, writhing tentacles, its gaping mouth stretching into the starry sky, as if ready to devour any creature daring to venture inside.

Drogo and his four companions reined in their horses at the dividing line between the bronze grass and the rainbow grass, filled with awe at the dizzying, surreal landscape before them.

Only Drogo remained relatively calm. He had been here several times before—for instance, during his coming-of-age ceremony arranged by Balbo, when he led a group to drive a white lion out from this place.