The khal's bloodriders had been following just behind them. She heard Haggo shout as they galloped up. Cohollo vaulted from his horse. "Blood of my blood," he said as he dropped to his knees. The other two kept to their mounts.
No, Khal Drogo groaned, struggling in Dany's arms. "Must ride. Ride. No."
He fell from his horse, Haggo said, staring down. His broad face was impassive, but his voice was leaden.
You must not say that, Dany told him. "We have ridden far enough today. We will camp here."
Here? Haggo looked around them. The land was brown and sere, inhospitable. "This is no camping ground."
It is not for a woman to bid us halt, said Qotho, "not even a khaleesi."
We camp here, Dany repeated. "Haggo, tell them Khal Drogo commanded the halt. If any ask why, say to them that my time is near and I could not continue. Cohollo, bring up the slaves, they must put up the khal's tent at once. Qotho..."
You do not command me, Khaleesi, Qotho said.
Find Mirri Maz Duur, she told him. The godswife would be walking among the other Lamb Men, in the long column of slaves. "Bring her to me, with her chest."