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JORAH MORMONT: The Doom took Valyria in minutes.

But the rest of Essos wasn't so lucky.

Out of the east swarmed the Dothraki.

And there were no dragons to push them back.

The Dothraki tide slammed first into the Sarnori,

who called themselves the Tall Men,

and whose ancient kingdom dominated the grasslands of Essos.

The Tall Men at first scorned the Horselords as uncivilized barbarians.

Which they were.

But Khal Mengo had united all of them

into one khalasar with one aim.

To trample the world beneath their hooves

and take other peoples as their herd.

One by one, the cities of the Tall Men were overwhelmed.

Still, they wouldn't unite against the Dothraki.

Many didn't believe the tales of the rare survivors.

No army could move so fast or strike so quickly.

They didn't know that the Dothraki live in the saddle

and have such command over their horses

that they seem to have four legs, not two.

Where most archers fire from foot,

the Dothraki fire from horseback.

Charging or retreating, it makes no matter,

they are just as deadly.

But the Dothraki prefer close combat,

howling for blood as they ride down their enemies with their arakhs.

And there were so many of them.

When Khal Mengo's son, Khal Moro,

laid waste to the Waterfall City of Sathar,

renaming it "The Place of Wailing Children,"

the Tall Men finally realized their peril.

Led by a High King,

they assembled a great army to break the khals once and for all

and met the Dothraki on what would ever after

be known as the Field of Crows.

The four khals commanded almost 80,000 horsemen between them.

The Tall Men had 100,000 foot soldiers,

10,000 armored riders,

10,000 light horsemen

and 6,000 scythed chariots.

As battle was joined,

the earth-shattering advance of the Tall Men's chariots

smashed through the center of the Dothraki horde,

the spinning blades on their wheels slicing through the legs

of the Dothraki horses.

When one khal went down before them,

cut to pieces and trampled,

his khalasar broke and fled.

The chariots thundered after the fleeing horsemen

and the High King and his armored riders plunged in after them,

followed by their foot soldiers, waving their spears and screaming in victory.

But it was a trap.

The Dothraki were not fleeing,

as the Tall Men realized when the Horselords suddenly turned their horses

and unleashed a storm of arrows.

Two more khalasars swept down on the Tall Men's flanks

while another attacked them from the rear, cutting off their retreat.

Completely encircled, the High King and his mighty host were destroyed.

The Tall Men had stood for thousands of years.

Now the crows feasted on their corpses,

as the Dothraki squabbled over their valuables.

The common wisdom is that the Dothraki tide

finally broke upon the spears of the Unsullied at Qohor,

saving Essos from the Horselords.

ln truth,

the days when the Dothraki could threaten the entire world

had already passed.

The great khalasar forged by Khal Mengo

had splintered into a dozen hordes,

after the death of the last great khal,

and the riders had resumed their petty feuds.

The grasslands of Essos are now called the Dothraki Sea

but no more nations drown in it.

Still, the Dothraki priestesses,

the Dosh Khaleen,

prophesy that one day the Dothraki will gather at Vaes Dothrak,

their holy capital,

and unite once more

under the greatest khal of them all:

the Stallion Who Mounts the World.

He will lead their people to the ends of the earth

and grind all nations to dust beneath them.

l knew a khaleesi who the priestesses said

would give birth to this Stallion.

She didn't.

No doubt the Dosh Khaleen have made the same prophecy before

and will again.

World conquest is an alluring dream,

but few who dream it ever wake to its reality.

Yet could the Dothraki,

united behind one great leader,

conquer the world?

When l first came to Essos,

l laughed at the idea.

But now. . .

Most armies are either sellswords,

paid to fight, who often refuse to die,

or peasants called up from the fields and hovels.

How long would those armies stand against the charge of 100,000 screamers

howling for blood?

How well would boiled-leather jerkins

and mailed shirts protect them,

when the arrows fall like rain?