Chapter 23 The dying grandfather gave the divine manual
Jorah was right. To complete Dany's "three-stage water fetching" task, the two groups of knights fetching water will have to do several times more physical labor.
Whether digging deep pits on hard gravel ground or delivering water back and forth to Ka LS, the knights' rest time is greatly reduced, and the time of extreme work under the scorching sun increases accordingly. Perhaps
"This is my tribe. No matter old, weak, sick or disabled, they are all my subjects. I have the responsibility and obligation to protect everyone's life and safety." Dany insisted.
"But what about your warriors? They may die of exhaustion on the way to find water."
Dany hesitated for a moment, and then regained her solemn look. "A warrior dies in the service of the people, which is the most glorious and great destination."
"Serving the people?"
Jorah was stunned. It was the first time he heard this statement. It seemed to make some sense. At least it was more meaningful than two idiots who were full and killed each other with knives.
But he didn't care about the life and death and honor of the horse people at all. He only made the most favorable plans for his princess.
Jorah gritted his teeth and whispered, "Princess, your method of getting water is great. If it's just you and the 80 elite warriors, we can definitely get out of the wilderness unscathed. Why don't we..."
His eyes were dark and unpredictable, and there was an indescribable coldness in his voice, "Why don't we take the supplies and leave quietly while they sleep? A hundred people survived, which is better than the entire collapse of the Ka LS.
You have gold. When you reach the coastal city, you can buy a ship to any free trade city-state, or you can quietly buy a manor and wait for the dragon to grow up."
Dany shook her head and sighed, "Sir, I am their Khaleesi, don't say such things again in the future."
"Well, all right," Ser Jorah's face turned from solemn to relaxed, and it was unknown whether it was indifferent after giving up completely, "Princess, you must be mentally prepared. The people of the tribe will probably start to die soon. You are not a god and can't help everyone." "
How far is it?" Dany said worriedly.
"Three quarters, at least two thirds, this is when we are always walking in a straight line, but in fact we took a detour because of the riverbed." Jorah said uncertainly.
At this time, Dany also understood that the crisis was coming.
The deeper they went into the Red Waste, the less water they found in a geometric progression. Today, the water supply was almost at its limit, so tomorrow
"we should abandon a group of old horses." Dany decided.
Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and said with a smile: "I almost forgot the most important water source."
"Where?" Jorah was surprised.
"Forget it, it's not time yet." She waved her hand and smiled.
Of course it's urine!
How many times has Bear Grylls drunk urine?
Drinking urine is just child's play for the man at the top of the food chain. I remember the most exaggerated time, he even drank the blood of a turtle and made himself scream.
Turtle blood is too fishy, and drinking it will make you vomit. The large intestine can absorb the water in the blood.
Although it's a bit disgusting, it's nothing compared to your life.
When the crisis comes, I must try to use horse blood to fill the large intestine. Anyway, Dany is Khaleesi, and it's not her turn to lack water.
Thinking of this, Dany looked at Jorah with a weird look.
"What's wrong?" The bear felt a chill creeping from the back of his neck to his tailbone.
"No," Dany turned her eyes and walked towards her tent, "I'm going to train the dragon."
Dany just lifted the leather curtain with a bamboo basket on her back and saw Avanti riding an old horse and stopping in front of her tent.
"Khaleesi, Watson is not doing well. He's going to die." He shouted anxiously.
"Oh, I know." Dany sighed and prepared to leave.
Avanti hurriedly asked, "Khaleesi, Watson's funeral is arranged like this?"
Dany paused and said puzzledly, "He is a Volantis. I don't know their customs. You can ask him."
"He wants to be cremated and buried with him. I can't decide, so I came to ask you." Avanti said quickly.
Now Dany understood that in this resource-scarce plain, charcoal is mostly used to filter sewage, and even roasting horse meat is done in a big pot to save firewood. Dani had to carry three dragons and follow Avanti to his team of ten.
Although the tent of the horse people was small, it was also shared by three or four people. There was no need to put too many things, as long as blankets, straw mats and sleeping bags could be laid out. Seeing Dani coming, the other two old men said "OK" and consciously withdrew, leaving the space for them.
Hearing Khaleesi's doubts about the funeral ceremony, the old man Toothless said with difficulty: "The Volantis nobles originated from the ancient Freehold of Valyria. Like your Targaryen family, they practice cremation. I'm just a slave born by the River Rhoine. Logically, I should choose river burial and burial, but cough cough cough."
The old man coughed for a while, and a look of longing appeared on his old face. "But, my Hago is a khal. Like Khal Drogo, he is also a great centaur warrior. In the end, he rode a fiery warhorse and galloped into the night kingdom of the horse god. I think... cough cough cough."
Dany said compassionately: "No need to say more, I already understand. I have removed your slave collar before. You are no longer a slave but a horseman. I will bury you according to the customs of the horse people, and the horse god will accept you."
The old man was excited and worried when he heard this. His spine twitched, he raised his body with difficulty, looked at Dany with hopeful blue eyes, and asked repeatedly: "Really, is it really possible? The horse god will let me enter the kingdom of night? But I..."
Dany's eyes rolled, and she said seriously: "You also saw the comet in the sky, you know its meaning?" The old man was puzzled, and nodded reluctantly: "I heard that it was Khal Drogo and his blood guards leading 500 warriors, and your little khal, blood-stained the sky." Damn the blood-stained sky, Dany's mood was not good all of a sudden, but she couldn't be jealous of the dying old man in front of her.
So, she glared at Avanti next to her fiercely, and wrote his name in her little notebook in her heart. Well, he must be spreading rumors to confuse the people.
"Well, you ride your fiery warhorse to meet up with the khal in the sky first, and when we're out of danger and the khal leads the warriors into the kingdom of night, he'll take you in along the way. Drogo is the greatest khal, and the horse god will never stop his men," Dany told him in a lie.
"That's great!" The old man slammed back onto the straw curtain with his bent body, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden. Dany had just breathed a sigh of relief when old Watson jumped up again, grabbing Dany's wrist tightly, and said uncertainly, "But Khal Drogo doesn't know me. Will he accept me?"
"This..." Dany thought for a while with her teeth bared, then said happily, "It doesn't matter. When I cremate you, I'll shout to the khal in the sky, asking him to take you in. He's been watching us, so he's sure he can hear us."
"Oh, great." The old man let go of Dany's hand and lay straight again.
Dany supported her hands on her knees and slowly straightened up but couldn't stand up.
The old man seemed to have no strength to sit up anymore, and could only hold Dany's trouser legs tightly.
"What's wrong?" Dany squatted down and held his hand like a dead branch and asked.
"Khaleesi, you are a good person. I am leaving. I can no longer serve you to repay your kindness. Only my life's hard work is recorded in..." Old Watson tilted his head and looked around. After a long time, he raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed to a tattered brown horsehide bag in the corner of the tent. "There is a handwritten book bound in parchment, recording my life's hard work. I give it to you, Khaleesi."
Life's hard work?
Dany didn't forget the profession of the man in front of her. Although the five kinds of spring cry techniques passed down from ancient Valyria are also a kind of cultural heritage-in medieval Europe, exquisite erotic paintings can be passed down through the ages as heirlooms.
But she is the mother of dragons, with a bright future ahead of her, and she doesn't want to develop that special skill at all!
Avanti had been glared at by Khaleesi for no reason before, and she had been worried, wondering what she had done wrong or what she had done poorly.
Now that she saw an opportunity to show off, without waiting for Khaleesi's instructions, she immediately walked to the corner with swift hands and feet, untied the leather bag, and pulled out a gray sheepskin book the size of an A4 paper and as thick as the Xinhua Dictionary.
Looking at the "treasure book" handed to her, Dany glared at the "inconspicuous" Avatar.
Avatar's hand trembled in fear, and the thick book fell to the ground with a "bang".
He widened his eyes, as if he was about to despair.
The book fell at Dany's feet, and the pages flipped open. She leaned over and saw, as expected, a fascinating picture at first glance.
It was still a color painting, a charcoal sketch.
That was a difficult move even for a gymnast. There was a Valyrian text explanation next to it, which was densely packed and seemed to be very detailed.
She quickly closed the book with a snap, coughed lightly, and said, "I accept your gift, thank you."
Old Watson nodded, and saw the white dragon crawling from the bamboo basket to Dany's ear. His turbid eyes that were about to go out flashed a gleam of brilliance, and he panted and said, "Khaleesi, this book has cost me more than 60 years of hard work. I wanted to... Now I realize that it was born for you, and only you can make better use of it."
Dany was so embarrassed and angry. If it was someone else or a different scene, she would have punched him.
This damn old man is so bad, he actually treats me like this!
She didn't want to stay any longer, so she responded vaguely with a few words, then got up and left with the thick parchment book.
"Hey, wait a minute," the blue-eyed old man grabbed the straps of Dany's leggings and sandals with his ghostly clawed hands, "Khaleesi, I almost forgot, there are sacrifices!"
"I didn't forget, your horse was not obedient, and it threw you off its back. Wait a minute, I will help you pick a more docile one to kill and bury with you.
If you need, I will also prepare a bag of gold medals and a scimitar and bow and arrow for the warriors." Dany made a promise quickly.
"Thank you--" The old man didn't finish the word "thank you", his head tilted, his hands loosened, and he died.
The expression of happiness and expectation solidified on his old face that was as dry as a dried sweet potato.
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