Are they all so afraid? She knew the answer. Another pain grasped her, and Dany bit back a scream. It felt as if her son had a knife in each hand, as if he were hacking at her to cut his way out. "Doreah, curse you," Sir Jorah roared. "Come here. Fetch the birthing women."
They will not come. They say she is accursed.
They'll come or I'll have their heads.
Doreah wept. "They are gone, my lord."
The maegi, someone else said. Was that Aggo? "Take her to the maegi."
No, Dany wanted to say, no, not that, you mustn't, but when she opened her mouth, a long wail of pain escaped, and the sweat broke over her skin. What was wrong with them, couldn't they see? Inside the tent the shapes were dancing, circling the brazier and the bloody bath, dark against the sandsilk, and some did not look human. She glimpsed the shadow of a great wolf, and another like a man wreathed in flames.
The Lamb Woman knows the secrets of the birthing bed, Irri said. "She said so, I heard her."
Yes, Doreah agreed, "I heard her too."