Her words were a knife through Dany's breast. What had she ever done to make the gods so cruel? She had finally found a safe place, had finally tasted love and hope. She was finally going home. And now to lose it all... "No," she pleaded. "Save him, and I will free you, I swear it. You must know a way... some magic, some... "
Mirri Maz Duur sat back on her heels and studied Daenerys through eyes as black as night. "There is a spell." Her voice was quiet, scarcely more than a whisper. "But it is hard, lady, and dark. Some would say that death is cleaner. I learned the way in Asshai, and paid dear for the lesson. My teacher was a bloodmage from the Shadow Lands."
Dany went cold all over. "Then you truly are a maegi... "
Am I? Mirri Maz Duur smiled. "Only a maegi can save your rider now, Silver Lady."
Is there no other way?
Khal Drogo gave a shuddering gasp.
Do it, Dany blurted. She must not be afraid; she was the blood of the dragon. "Save him."
There is a price, the godswife warned her.
You'll have gold, horses, whatever you like.