11.丹妮莉丝(10)

though illyrio had warned her, what came still stunned danny. a man, swallowing roasted horse flesh and drinking fermented horse milk to blind, grabbed a women and mounted her in the open, like a stallion mounting a mare. "there is no privacy in the khalasa. dorthraki do not like us. they have no conceptions like sin or shame." illyrio had said. this scenario reminded her of the night mare.she averted her eyes, but more and more men followed untill she had nowhere to look at.

it came so suddenly. two men seized one woman and they didn't even argue. they drew out their arakhs, dorthraki blade half sword and half scythe. now the dance of blood began. they circled each other, insulting each other, and slashed each other! the arakhs ringed and shivered. no one near made any attempt to interfere. it ended quickly. the man missed a step, and the other whirled his blade at the waist of his opponent. it ran from the man's back to his belly, and he felled, entrails sliding into the dust. the winner grabbed a woman nearby, not even the one they were fighting over with, and had her beside the body, which was carried away by slaves. the dancing resumed. "if less than three men are dead in a dorthraki wedding, it would be considerd a dull affair." illyrio once told her. it seemed her weddng especially blessed one. a dozen had died that day.