I Became the Mother of Dragons

Jorah is right, to complete Dany's "Three Stages of Water Collection" mission, the two batches of water before and after by the warriors will add several times more physical labor.

Whether digging deep pits on hard gravel ground or sending water back and forth to Khalasar, the warriors rest time is greatly reduced, and the time for extreme work under the hot sun increases, maybe…

"This is my tribe, no matter the old, the sick, or the disabled, they are all my subjects, and I have the responsibility and obligation to protect everyone's life." Dany insisted.

"But what about your warriors? They're probably dying of exhaustion trying to find water."

Dany hesitated for a moment, then regained her dignified expression. "A warrior whom died because of Serving the people is the most glorious."

"Serving the people?"

Jorah was stunned, it was the first time he heard this statement. It seemed… It makes some sense, at least it makes more sense than two idiots who have been overwhelmed and killed each other with swords.

But he doesn't care about the life and the honor of Dothraki at all, he only makes the best plan for his princess.

Jorah gritted his teeth and persuaded in a low voice: "Her Highness, your way of fetching water is very good, if only you and the 80 elite warriors, we would be able to walk out of wasteland unscathed, why not?…"

His eyes were dark and unpredictable, and his voice was indescribably cold, "Why don't we take the supplies and leave quietly when they are sleeping. If a hundred people survive, that's better than the whole collapse of Khalasar.

You have gold, and when you get to a coastal city, you can buy a boat and go to any Free Cities, or you can quietly buy a manor and wait for the dragons to grow up."

Dany shook her head and sighed: "Ser, I'm their Khaleesi, so don't talk about it in the future."

"Ai...okay," Ser Jorah's face changed from grave to relaxed. I don't know if it doesn't matter after giving up completely, "Her Highness, you have to be mentally prepared, the people are expected to die soon, you are not a god, you can't help everyone."

"Probably How far is left?" Dany worriedly said.

"Three quarters, at least 2/3, this is still when we have been walking in a straight line, and in fact we have detoured a section of the road because of the riverbed." Jorah is not sure of the exact road.

At this time, Dany also understands that a crisis is coming.

Going deeper into the Red Waste, the discovered water sources decrease with each passing day. Today, the water source is almost at the limit of supply, then tomorrow…

"It's time to get rid of a bunch of old horses," Dany decided.

Suddenly, an amazing idea formed and said with a smile, "I almost forgot one of the most important water sources."

"Where?" Jorah was surprised.

"Forget it, it's not that time yet." She waved her hand and said with a smile.

Urine of course!

How many times has Bear Grylls drank urine?

Drinking urine is just a simple thing for the man at the top of the food chain. I remember the most exaggerated one, he poured rancid bird droppings water into his anus and made me wow.

——The disgusting water is to much and will make one vomit after drinking it. The large intestine can absorb the water without worry of dehydration.

If it's really a time of crisis then horse blood enema must be tried. Anyway, Dany is Khaleesi, so she can't be dehydrated.

Thinking of this, Dany looked towards Jorah strangely.

"What's the matter?" Jorah Mormont instinctively felt like bugs were crawling from the nape of his neck to his tailbone.

"No," Dany turned her eyes and walked towards her yurt. "I'm going to train the dragons."

As soon as Dany opened the leather curtain with the bamboo basket on her back, she saw Effendi stopped in front of her yurt on an old horse.

"Khaleesi, Wason is going to die soon!" He yelled in a panic.

"Ai, I see." Dany sighed then said, and was about to leave.

Effendi hurriedly asked: "Khaleesi, is Wason's death to be arranged like Dothraki?"

Dany paused and asked, "He is from Volantis, and I don't know their burial rites, ask him."

"He wants to be cremated and buried. I can't decide, so I came to ask you." Effendi said quickly.

Now Dany understands that in this resource-poor plain, charcoal is mostly used to filter sewage, and even roasting horse meat is used to save firewood.

And burials…

Dany had to carry three dragons on her back and came to his company with Effendi.

Dothraki's tents are small, but they are also shared by three or four people. They don't need to put too many things, as long as they can put blankets, straw mats, and sleeping bags.

Seeing Dany coming over, the other two older men asked "Okay" and voluntarily backed out, leaving the space for them.

Hearing Khaleesi's doubts about the funeral ceremony, the toothless old man said with difficulty: "The Volantis nobles are from the ancient Valyria Freehold, they have cremations like your House Targaryen. I was only born on the side of Rhoyne. As a slave, I should choose river burial and earth burial, but…cough cough cough…"

The old man coughed for a while, and his face showed a look of longing, "But, my Haggo is Khal, he, like Khal Drogo, was a great Dothraki warrior who ended up riding a fiery horse into Horse God's Night Land, I think…cough cough cough…"

Dany said sympathetically: "Don't say any more, I already understand. I have removed your slave collar before, you are no longer slave but Dothraki, I will bury you according to the customs of Dothraki, Horse God will accept yours."

The old man was excited and worried.

His hand twitched, he struggled to raise his body, looked at Dany with blue eyes of hope, and asked, "Really? Horse God will really let me into the Night Land? But I…"

Dany rolled her eyes and said solemnly, "You have also seen the comet in the sky, do you understand its meaning?"

The old man was puzzled, reluctantly nodding and said: "I heard that it was Khal Drogo and his Bloodrider leading five hundred warrior Oh, and your Young Khalakka a Bloodstained warrior."

Going to the Night Land of the Horse God, Dany's mood is not good all of a sudden, but the dying old man in front of her can't be spiteful.

So, she gave Effendi a fierce look and kept a note in her heart.

Well, he must be confounding people.

"In this way, you will first meet the Khal in the sky on your fiery horse, and when we are out of danger, when Khal leads the warriors into the Night Land, he will take you in. Drogo is the greatest Khal, Horse God will never stop his men." Dany lied comforted.

"That's great!" The old man slammed his body back onto the straw curtain as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

Dany just breathed a sigh of relief when old Wason bounced like a corpse again, grabbing Dany's wrist tightly, not sure: "But Khal Drogo doesn't know me, will he accept me? ?"

"This…" Dany grinned and thought for a while, then happily said: "It's okay, when we cremate you, I will yell at Khal in the sky and ask him to take you in. He's been looking over us and can definitely hear."

"Oh, that's great." The old man let go of Dany's hand and lay back straight.

Dany slowly straightens up with her hands on her knees…and failed to straighten up.

The old man seemed unable to sit up any longer, so he could only hold the legs of Dany's silk trousers tightly.

"What's the matter?" Dany asked, crouching down, holding his dead branch like hand.

"Khaleesi, you are a good person, I am leaving, I can no longer serve you to repay your kindness, only my life's efforts are recorded in…" Old Watson tilted his head around. After looking at it for a while, he raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed to a worn brown horseskin bag in the corner of the tent, "There is a parchment-bound handwritten book which records my life's efforts and I give it to you, Khaleesi."

A lifetime of hard work?

Dany didn't forget this person's occupation in front of her. Although the Way of the Five Sighs that have spread from Old Valyria can be considered as a kind of cultural heritage – in medieval Europe, exquisite erotic pictures can be passed down as family heirlooms through the ages.

But she is the Mother of Dragons and has a bright future, and she doesn't want to develop that special skill at all!

Effendi who was previously stared at by Khaleesi kept thinking about what he did wrong, or didn't do well.

Seeing the opportunity to perform at this moment, without waiting for Khaleesi's instructions, he walked quickly to the corner, unwrapped the leather bag, and pulled out a gray sheepskin book the size of A4 paper and the thickness of the dictionary.

Looking at the "Treasure Book" handed in front of her, Dany fiercely glanced at the "obtrusive" Effendi.

Effendi trembled with fright, and the thick book fell to the ground.

His eyes widened, as if he was about to despair.

The book fell at Dany's feet and the pages flipped open. She looked at it, and sure enough, at first glance, she saw a fascinating picture.

It's painted, a charcoal sketch.

That is a very difficult movement for gymnasts, and there is a Valyria text commentary next to it, densely packed, which seems to be very detailed.

She hurriedly closed the book "Pa", coughed lightly, and said, "I accepted your gift, thank you."

Old Wason nods, and catches a glimpse from the bamboo basket Climbing up to the White Dragon beside Dany's ear, his cloudy eyes that were about to go out flashed a gleam of light, panting: "Khaleesi, this book has cost me more than 60 years of hard work, I thought… Now I just I found that it was made for you, and only you can make better use of it."

Dany's embarrassment and anger, if she changed the person or scene, she would have smashed it with an old fist.

This dead codger is very bad for treating a young lady like this!

She didn't want to stay for a moment longer.

"Wait a moment," the blue-eyed old man with his ghostly claw grabbed the straps of Dany's leggings sandals with his dry hands, "Khaleesi, I almost forgot, the sacrifices!"

"I didn't forget that your horse was so dishonest that it threw you off its back. Later, I'll help you pick a more docile one to kill and bury with you.

If you want, I will also prepare a bag of gold medals and Warrior matching arakhs and bows for you." Dany quickly made a promise.

"Thanks—" The old man didn't finish the word "thank you", his head tilted, his hands loosened, and the person left.

A happy and expectant expressions solidified on his shriveled old face.