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"
Lord
,
cast
your
light
upon
us
!
"
Melisandre
called
out
.
Stannis
peeled
off
the
glove
and
let
it
fall
to
the
ground
.
The
gods
in
the
pyre
were
scarcely
recognizable
anymore
.
The
head
fell
off
the
Smith
with
a
puff
of
ash
and
embers
.
Melisandre
sang
in
the
tongue
of
Asshai
,
her
voice
rising
and
falling
like
the
tides
of
the
sea
.
Stannis
untied
his
singed
leather
cape
and
listened
in
silence
.
Thrust
in
the
ground
,
Lightbringer
still
glowed
ruddy
hot
,
but
the
flames
that
clung
to
the
sword
were
dwindling
and
dying
.
By
the
time
the
song
was
done
,
only
charwood
remained
of
the
gods
,
and
the
king
’
s
patience
had
run
its
course
.
He
took
the
queen
by
the
elbow
and
escorted
her
back
into
Dragonstone
,
leaving
Lightbringer
where
it
stood
.
The
red
woman
remained
a
moment
to
watch
as
Devan
knelt
with
Bryen
Farring
and
rolled
up
the
burnt
and
blackened
sword
in
the
king
’
s
leather
cloak
.
The
Red
Sword
of
Heroes
looks
a
proper
mess
,
thought
Davos
.
A
few
of
the
lords
lingered
to
speak
in
quiet
voices
upwind
of
the
fire
.
They
fell
silent
when
they
saw
Davos
looking
at
them
.
Should
Stannis
fall
,
they
will
pull
me
down
in
an
instant
.
Neither
was
he
counted
one
of
the
queen
’
s
men
,
that
group
of
ambitious
knights
and
minor
lordlings
who
had
given
themselves
to
this
Lord
of
Light
and
so
won
the
favor
and
patronage
of
Lady
—
no
,
Queen
,
remember
?
—
Selyse
.
The
fire
had
started
to
dwindle
by
the
time
Melisandre
and
the
squires
departed
with
the
precious
sword
.
Davos
and
his
sons
joined
the
crowd
making
its
way
down
to
the
shore
and
the
waiting
ships
.
"
Devan
acquitted
himself
well
,
"
he
said
as
they
went
.
"
He
fetched
the
glove
without
dropping
it
,
yes
,
"
said
Dale
.
Allard
nodded
.
"
That
badge
on
Devan
’
s
doublet
,
the
fiery
heart
,
what
was
that
?
The
Baratheon
sigil
is
a
crowned
stag
.
"
"
A
lord
can
choose
more
than
one
badge
,
"
Davos
said
.
Dale
smiled
.
"
A
black
ship
and
an
onion
,
Father
?
"
