Chapter 11 Everyone knows
On the night when Dany gave birth to Rhaegal, there was a riot in Drogo's khals that affected the entire camp, but it was not caused by Coholro.
Well, the old blood guard was moved by Dany's words, and led the five hundred elite cavalry of Drogo's khas, quietly bypassed the camp defense team, and rushed north overnight.
They took advantage of the chaos last night, but the chaos was not caused by them.
During the turmoil last night, the whole camp was shouting and horses were neighing, and torches were like stars in the sky, covering the land as far as the eye could see.
Ser Jorah strictly prohibited people from entering and leaving, and led the team to kill seventeen horsemen who intended to break into Drogo's straw palace.
It was not until the next morning that Aggo learned the exact news from the smoky ruins of the camp: Bonokor left Drogo's khals with 20,000 Dothraki howling warriors.
The turmoil came from the conflict between the blockers and them.
Bonokor seemed honest these days, but he had been secretly contacting the leaders of the various small khas. While the other knights were still staring at Drogo's straw-curtained palace, he had already thought: No matter when Drogo died, the one with the strongest army and the most powerful horse would always be the king.
Drogo's khals was the most powerful in the entire Great Grass Sea, with more than 40,000 howling warriors, and more than 50,000 combat-ready soldiers including young knights.
Pono Ko took away 20,000 howling warriors at once, and the remaining 20,000 had to be divided up by a dozen khals. In just one night, Pono Ko. No, Pono Khal became one of the strongest khals in the Dothraki Sea.
The turmoil caused by Pono Ko's departure was only the beginning, and the prelude to the collapse of Drogo's khals was opened. In the next two days, more than ten khals came one after another to divide up the remaining tribes, property, slaves, and livestock.
On the fourth day, Dany stood on the hill and looked around. The khals used to be like a brown blanket covering the red ground, but now the blanket kept folding in half, until only Dany's khals were left, like a stain on the red "floor".
The Dothraki had to leave this land immediately, or they would die. Without water and grass for horses, nomadic horse people could not survive.
Everything was as Dany expected.
No, she missed one point.
The Dothraki took Dosh Khaleen's prophecy far more seriously than she expected.
Dosh Khaleen, the widowed Khaleesi, the wise woman of the Dothraki, the administrator of Horse King City, and the planner of the large-scale operation of the Great Grass Haika on the Mother Mountain.
"Damn, damn."
At dusk on the fourth day, with a huge red sunset as the background, a thousand elite cavalrymen galloped from afar in a long dragon of smoke and dust.
It was Jarkoko.
Outside the wooden thorn fence outside the thatched palace, Ser Jorah led more than a hundred Dothraki knights, with sharp swords drawn, ready to fight.
"Yu Yu."
Jarkoko's warhorse raised its front hooves high, and the incoming sandstorm made Jorah squint slightly.
"Since you have already left, why did you come back?" Jorah's voice came out from under his visor.
"Bang!" Jaco said nothing, and threw a black object, a bloody human head, in Dany's direction.
Gulu rolled a few times under Dany's feet. She saw an old scarred face: his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, as if he was accusing the injustice of fate. No, Dothraki warriors will not accuse. Even when facing the most tragic fate, they will shout for battle.
So, before his death, Cohollo was still shouting and killing unyieldingly.
"Bang bang bang"
Horses, knights, one by one, circled in an arc, and dropped bloody human heads in front of the tent with expressionless faces.
Soon the heads piled up into a small mountain.
Four days ago, Cohollo took away five hundred elite cavalrymen. Four days later, in the evening, under the bloody sunset, Khal Jaco brought back five hundred bloody human heads.
"Where is my son?" Daenerys lowered her eyes and said in a hoarse voice.
Khal Jhako waved to a knight behind him, and the Dothraki handed him a four-meter-long wooden pole.
He held the pole high so that everyone could see it.
"Ah" Irri, Doreah and other maids cried desperately.
The pole was slender, with a small human head on the top, the size of a cantaloupe, with bronze skin of the Dothraki, black hair like Drogo, and almond-shaped eyes with lavender pupils.
"Why?" Dany's face was pale, her body was shaky, and she looked at Jhako coldly, "Didn't Cohollo tell you my oath? I only hope that this child will be safe throughout his life. The old woman Dosh Khaleen will witness my oath. He is not a threat to you at all."
Jhako grinned, his smile was ferocious, "Killing the sons of the previous khal is a tradition of the horse people, everyone knows it."
"Everyone knows it." His tribes responded in unison.
"Your oath, the agreement you will make with the dosh khaleen. Cohollo told us all, but that is not our tradition. Great horsemen do not practice this. Everyone knows it." Jaco laughed.
"Everyone knows it." His people echoed again.
"We?" Dany thought for a moment and asked, "You are behind Cohollo by nearly a day's ride, at least 300 kilometers, there is no way you can catch up with him. Bono made a move?"
"From the beginning to the end, Cohollo's team did not escape the pursuit of Bono, the cunning guy, and later we all joined in. But I was more fortunate, I happened to run into the remnants of Cohollo, hahahaha"
Jaco laughed proudly, and the pole in his hand was like a victory banner, proudly shaking left and right.
"As expected of Drogo's strongest guard, five hundred of them charged left and right, killing nearly three thousand of us. In the end, only 13 riders were left, and I personally chopped off the heads of a bloodrider and a little khal."
He lifted his braid from the back of his head to his chest, pointed at the bells on it, and frowned, "Although I am old, young, and weak, I still added two bells to myself. After all, I am a khal now, and a khal should have long bells representing a series of victories."
Like the Manchus in China, the Dothraki have braids tied behind their heads since childhood. Whenever they lose in battle, they cut off their braids to show their disgrace.
In this way, the whole world will know their shame.
When attending a Dothraki banquet, the length of the braid determines the superiority of the seat: warriors with long braids will get more respect, be closest to the khal, and have a higher seat; those with short braids can only lean against the wall and sit on the shabby seats on the ground.
The long braids represent the honor of the Dothraki, and the number of bells tied to the braids commemorates the number of their victories.
Khal Drogo has never been defeated in his life. His khals are the largest, and his braids are thick and long, reaching below his hips.
His black braids were full of jingling bells. When there was not enough space, he braided his beard on his chin and tied a bunch of bells.
At this time, Khal Jaco regarded Cohollo and the baby he was guarding as two victories.
You will regret your actions today, Dany was extremely angry and sentenced Jaco to death in her heart.
Jaco, I hope you will be alive for at least the next five years.
"What are you going to do now? Kill me? Or your former khal?" she asked coldly.
"She didn't cry?" Jaco turned his head and muttered to Mago: "She is such a cold and hard woman like a wolf. We all lost."
Four days ago, when the KaLS fell apart, Mago took advantage of the chaos to kidnap Dany's sheep maid Eloye.
He raped her for the second time, and later gave her to the new KaLS led by Jaco to let people take turns riding her. In the end, he cut off the poor maid's head and threw it near Dany's tent.
Because Eloye was taken away by Dany from Mago, he wanted revenge!
More than half a month ago, during Drogo's attack on the town of the Sheepmen, the young girl Eloye was captured by Mago and raped in public by the Dothraki. Daenerys Targaryen happened to be passing by at that time.
She stopped the group of Dothraki warriors who raped Eloye and took her as her slave - all this was not in line with the tradition of the horsemen. Even the khals could not rob the spoils of their subordinates at will. It was all thanks to Drogo's prestige and strength that helped Dany suppress this matter.
Mago was a powerful warrior, and now he has become the blood guard of Khal Jaco. It was he who came up with the idea of hanging the little head of the baby boy on a wooden pole.
He also made a bet with Jaco, betting whether Dany would faint from fear.
Dany didn't even shed tears, but stared at them with her charming purple eyes as if she was looking at a dead person. They didn't expect this at all, and they all lost.
"Woman, I swore under the witness of the Holy Mother of the Mountain that I would never hurt my khal, everyone knows it." Jaco drove his horse to take a few small steps and shouted loudly to Dany's khas.
"Everyone knows it," Mago said.
"Everyone knows it," Jaco's men echoed in unison.
Jaco continued, "After losing her khal, no Dothraki horseman will ever touch Khaleesi again. She will be sent to Vaes Dothrak to become a dosh khaleen. Everyone knows it."
"Everyone knows it," Mago shouted on the side.
Among Dany's karsts, Ago stepped out and shouted, "After the khal is buried, we will escort Khaleesi back to Vaes Dothrak."
"Humph, my khals will be waiting for you on the north bank of the Raza River. Don't try to escape." Jaco said coldly.
This place is located at the border of the Red Waste. Going north will return to the scattered settlements of the sheep people. Crossing the Raza River will lead to the vast Dothraki Sea. As for the south, it is more than a thousand kilometers of barren Gobi Desert.
He looked around the small camp, and the whip in his right hand made a creepy crisp sound in the air. "Now, hand over the property that belongs to the khal and no longer belongs to you."
"They have already taken away all the slaves, warriors, and livestock." Ser Jorah frowned.
"Ironclad, I want this palace," Jaco pointed his whip at the thatched palace behind Dany, "Only the khal can live in the khal's palace, the dosh khaleen don't need it."
Jorah turned his head to look at Dany, his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and his left hand quietly pulled down the visor of the flat-top iron helmet.
Dany shook her head at him, turned to Quirrell and ordered: "You ask the women to dismantle the tent."
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