Chapter 8: Death's Sting

We rode towards a toward and the men were pillaging and raping.

"What did they do? I thought the Dothraki didn't believe in money." I asked.

"Gold to hire ships, Princess, ships to sail to Westeros." Ser Jorah replied.

"Jorah, make them stop." I said.

"Khaleesi?"

"You heard me."

"These men have shed blood for their Khal. Now they claim their rewards. Princess, you have a gentle heart, but this is how it's always been."

"I do not have a gentle heart, Ser."

"Come here! What will be done with those women?" I asked one of the riders.

"What do you want done with them?" He asked.

"Bring her to me. And those women there." I commanded.

"You cannot claim them all, Princess." Ser Jorah said.

"I can, and I will." I replied. We headed back to the Khal. HE was injured by one of his men. He was cut badly. I didn't know if I could heal this. I looked at the woman I had rescued. "Come here." I said.

"Thank you, silver lady." She said.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am named Mirri Maz Duur. I was the Godswife of this Temple. My mother was Godswife here before me. She taught me how to make healing smokes and ointments. All men are of one flock, so my people believe."

"Could you teach me how to heal him? I know some things, but not enough."

"The Great Shepherd sent me to Earth to help you. Lamb or lion, his wound must be washed and sewn or it will fester. I will show you." She said.

"Thank you." I was feeling death's sting. I couldn't bare to lose my Drogo. She taught me some things and I applied my own lessons to it as well. I prayed to the old gods and new that he would be okay. He was stiched and began to mend and I was happy. Dany had her eyes on Rakharo. I think they would make a good match. My stomach grew everyday. And I knew soon that our son would come soon.