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Everything
I
am
,
I
owe
to
him
.
Stannis
had
raised
him
to
knighthood
.
He
had
given
him
a
place
of
honor
at
his
table
,
a
war
galley
to
sail
in
place
of
a
smuggler
’
s
skiff
.
Dale
and
Allard
captained
galleys
as
well
,
Maric
was
oarmaster
on
the
Fury
,
Matthos
served
his
father
on
Black
Betha
,
and
the
king
had
taken
Devan
as
a
royal
squire
.
One
day
he
would
be
knighted
,
and
the
two
little
lads
as
well
.
Marya
was
mistress
of
a
small
keep
on
Cape
Wrath
,
with
servants
who
called
her
m
’
lady
,
and
Davos
could
hunt
red
deer
in
his
own
woods
.
All
this
he
had
of
Stannis
Baratheon
,
for
the
price
of
a
few
finger
joints
.
It
was
just
,
what
he
did
to
me
.
I
had
flouted
the
king
’
s
laws
all
my
life
.
He
has
earned
my
loyalty
.
Davos
touched
the
little
pouch
that
hung
from
the
leather
thong
about
his
neck
.
His
fingers
were
his
luck
,
and
he
needed
luck
now
.
As
do
we
all
.
Lord
Stannis
most
of
all
.
Pale
flames
licked
at
the
grey
sky
.
Dark
smoke
rose
,
twisting
and
curling
.
When
the
wind
pushed
it
toward
them
,
men
blinked
and
wept
and
rubbed
their
eyes
.
Allard
turned
his
head
away
,
coughing
and
cursing
.
A
taste
of
things
to
come
,
thought
Davos
.
Many
and
more
would
burn
before
this
war
was
done
.
Melisandre
was
robed
all
in
scarlet
satin
and
blood
velvet
,
her
eyes
as
red
as
the
great
ruby
that
glistened
at
her
throat
as
if
it
too
were
afire
.
"
In
ancient
books
of
Asshai
it
is
written
that
there
will
come
a
day
after
a
long
summer
when
the
stars
bleed
and
the
cold
breath
of
darkness
falls
heavy
on
the
world
.
In
this
dread
hour
a
warrior
shall
draw
from
the
fire
a
burning
sword
.
And
that
sword
shall
be
Lightbringer
,
the
Red
Sword
of
Heroes
,
and
he
who
clasps
it
shall
be
Azor
Ahai
come
again
,
and
the
darkness
shall
flee
before
him
.
"
She
lifted
her
voice
,
so
it
carried
out
over
the
gathered
host
.
"
Azor
Ahai
,
beloved
of
R
’
hllor
!
The
Warrior
of
Light
,
the
Son
of
Fire
!
Come
forth
,
your
sword
awaits
you
!
Come
forth
and
take
it
into
your
hand
!
"
Stannis
Baratheon
strode
forward
like
a
soldier
marching
into
battle
.
His
squires
stepped
up
to
attend
him
.
Davos
watched
as
his
son
Devan
pulled
a
long
padded
glove
over
the
king
’
s
right
hand
.
The
boy
wore
a
cream
-
colored
doublet
with
a
fiery
heart
sewn
on
the
breast
.
Bryen
Farring
was
similarly
garbed
as
he
tied
a
stiff
leather
cape
around
His
Grace
’
s
neck
.
Behind
,
Davos
heard
a
faint
clank
and
clatter
of
bells
.
"
Under
the
sea
,
smoke
rises
in
bubbles
,
and
flames
burn
green
and
blue
and
black
,
"
Patchface
sang
somewhere
.
"
I
know
,
I
know
,
oh
,
oh
,
oh
.
"
The
king
plunged
into
the
fire
with
his
teeth
clenched
,
holding
the
leather
cloak
before
him
to
keep
off
the
flames
.
He
went
straight
to
the
Mother
,
grasped
the
sword
with
his
gloved
hand
,
and
wrenched
it
free
of
the
burning
wood
with
a
single
hard
jerk
.
Then
he
was
retreating
,
the
sword
held
high
,
jade
-
green
flames
swirling
around
cherry
-
red
steel
.
Guards
rushed
to
beat
out
the
cinders
that
clung
to
the
king
’
s
clothing
.
"
A
sword
of
fire
!
"
shouted
Queen
Selyse
.
Ser
Axell
Florent
and
the
other
queen
’
s
men
took
up
the
cry
.
"
A
sword
of
fire
!
It
burns
!
It
burns
!
A
sword
of
fire
!
"
Melisandre
lifted
her
hands
above
her
head
.
"
Behold
!
A
sign
was
promised
,
and
now
a
sign
is
seen
!
Behold
Lightbringer
!
Azor
Ahai
has
come
again
!
All
hail
the
Warrior
of
Light
!
All
hail
the
Son
of
Fire
!
"
A
ragged
wave
of
shouts
gave
answer
,
just
as
Stannis
’
s
glove
began
to
smolder
.
Cursing
,
the
king
thrust
the
point
of
the
sword
into
the
damp
earth
and
beat
out
the
flames
against
his
leg
.
