Chapter 9

Beneath the blazing sun, Daenerys led the line of refugees westward atop her little silver mare. The devastating sight of the beast tide had left them too terrified to dare stop or look back.

Before, when the old, weak, and women had surged with heat and passion, it was because they hadn't understood the true horror. Now, after witnessing that soul-shaking terror, there was no longer even a shred of bravado left among them.

Following close behind their Khaleesi were the bloodriders and Ser Jorah Mormont. The elderly, children, and wounded filled the center of the column, while the mounted warriors who had returned under Drogo's banner covered the rear.