Aron scowled . How they had realized he was a Marbrand and not the Algood , he would never know . Perhaps his prowess in battle have given it away . His line had held , after all , tearing dozens of Dothraki off their horses and preventing the breakthrough from becoming a rout . Several dozens of his men had fell for the effort , though , and while Aron had been proud of their sacrifice , there was no glory in death . And now these men argued over the wisdom of wiping out the Dothraki threat for good , insulting the ultimate sacrifice that his infantry had made to keep the battle in their favor . It was disgraceful , though . perhaps they had a point . If we retreat to Qohor now , we ' ll get paid but these Dothraki will scatter , perhaps even rebuild under their remaining Bloodrider . He frowned as his blade caught against a particularly tough piece of flesh and muscle and bone . The tugged relentlessly on the braids , trying to detach the head from pure kinetic force . Perhaps there will be a new contract once the Dothraki rebuild . Or perhaps we can extort the Qohori , demand more another contract to destroy the Dothraki for good . Aron stumbled back for a moment as the head came loose in his hands . He grinned and he leveled the head up to his face , admiring the dead eyes and frozen expression of shock , fear , and surprise of the face . Look at it , he said , still smiling maliciously . It ' s beautiful , isn ' t it ? He took a deep breath , smelling the blood and death that lingered in the air . Victory is such a wonderful thing .