Blood flies swarmed about his corpse and carried his ill luck to the living. A toothless oldster with cloudy blue eyes, he fell exhausted from his saddle and could not rise again. Three days into the march, the first man died. If ever she had truly been a girl, that time was done. However frightened my heart, when they look upon my face they must see only Drogo's queen. I must show no fear, no weakness, no doubt. They are not strong, she told herself, so I must be their strength.
They left a trail of dead and dying horses behind them as they went, for Pono, Jhaqo, and the others had seized the best of Drogo's herds, leaving to Dany the old and the scrawny, the sickly and the lame, the broken animals and the ill-tempered. Soon enough Dany learned the truth of Doreah's words. They rode by night, and by day took refuge from the sun beneath their tents. The Unburnt, they called her, and Mother of Dragons. They had been Drogo's people, but they were hers now.
Once it was said, no word was raised against it. "We follow the comet," Dany told her khalasar.
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