Chapter 41 - The Second Field of Fire (II)
"Fire and blood, they said, and that's what fell on the Dothraki army, it fell from the sky like the wrath of the gods." Varys spoke to the small council.
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Drogo, mounted on the largest and strongest horse in the Khalasar, watched the advancing and retreating armies with a cold, calm gaze, no matter how many of his soldiers died before him, he and all the others showed nothing but indifference to such deaths.
It wasn't that they didn't feel anything, but in their eyes, the dead Dothraki rode the firehorses (stars) across the night sky with the Horse God.
How could they be sad in the face of such an honourable and glorious destiny as riding beside their god on horses of pure fire?
Suddenly Drogo's eyes caught sight of at least half of the army breaking away from the main body and heading away from the great city. His first thought was that the enemy had become frightened and fled the battle. It was a thought that made him proud, but the second thought that crossed his mind was that the enemy had begun to set a trap.
"Blood of my blood, what are your orders?" Drogo heard his Bloodrider, Cohollo, ask with a calm and respectful expression.
Drogo remained silent and looked at the men on horseback around him. He could see that they all wanted to hunt down the cowards and weaklings and kill them all. What if Drogo refused? He knew that he would be considered even weaker and more of a coward for not pursuing the fleeing enemy.
Drogo made his decision in an instant, looked at everyone and spoke in a strong, unquestioning tone. "Pursue and kill the cowards in armour."
Even if it was a trap, he, Khal Drogo, the Khal of the greatest Khalasar of his time, would still emerge victorious in the face of these cowardly and weak tactics.
Shouts of joy and ferocity were heard as soon as everyone heard his Khal's decision.