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Allard
kicked
at
a
stone
.
"
The
Others
take
our
onion
.
.
.
and
that
flaming
heart
.
It
was
an
ill
thing
to
burn
the
Seven
.
"
"
When
did
you
grow
so
devout
?
"
Davos
said
.
"
What
does
a
smuggler
’
s
son
know
of
the
doings
of
gods
?
"
"
I
’
m
a
knight
’
s
son
,
Father
.
If
you
won
’
t
remember
,
why
should
they
?
"
"
A
knight
’
s
son
,
but
not
a
knight
,
"
said
Davos
.
"
Nor
will
you
ever
be
,
if
you
meddle
in
affairs
that
do
not
concern
you
.
Stannis
is
our
rightful
king
,
it
is
not
for
us
to
question
him
.
We
sail
his
ships
and
do
his
bidding
.
That
is
all
.
"
"
As
to
that
,
Father
,
"
Dale
said
,
"
I
mislike
these
water
casks
they
’
ve
given
me
for
Wraith
.
Green
pine
.
The
water
will
spoil
on
a
voyage
of
any
length
.
"
"
I
got
the
same
for
Lady
Marya
,
"
said
Allard
.
"
The
queen
’
s
men
have
laid
claim
to
all
the
seasoned
wood
.
"
"
I
will
speak
to
the
king
about
it
,
"
Davos
promised
.
Better
it
come
from
him
than
from
Allard
.
His
sons
were
good
fighters
and
better
sailors
,
but
they
did
not
know
how
to
talk
to
lords
.
They
were
lowborn
,
even
as
I
was
,
but
they
do
not
like
to
recall
that
.
When
they
look
at
our
banner
,
all
they
see
is
a
tall
black
ship
flying
on
the
wind
.
They
close
their
eyes
to
the
onion
.
The
port
was
as
crowded
as
Davos
had
ever
known
it
.
Every
dock
teemed
with
sailors
loading
provisions
,
and
every
inn
was
packed
with
soldiers
dicing
or
drinking
or
looking
for
a
whore
.
.
.
a
vain
search
,
since
Stannis
permitted
none
on
his
island
.
Ships
lined
the
strand
;
war
galleys
and
fishing
vessels
,
stout
carracks
and
fat
-
bottomed
cogs
.
The
best
berths
had
been
taken
by
the
largest
vessels
:
Stannis
’
s
flagship
Fury
rocking
between
Lord
Steffon
and
Stag
of
the
Sea
,
Lord
Velaryon
’
s
silver
-
hulled
Pride
of
Driftmark
and
her
three
sisters
,
Lord
Celtigar
’
s
ornate
Red
Claw
,
the
ponderous
Swordfish
with
her
long
iron
prow
.
Out
to
sea
at
anchor
rode
Salladhor
Saan
’
s
great
Valyrian
amongst
the
striped
hulls
of
two
-
dozen
smaller
Lysene
galleys
.
A
weathered
little
inn
sat
on
the
end
of
the
stone
pier
where
Black
Betha
,
Wraith
,
and
Lady
Marya
shared
mooring
space
with
a
half
-
dozen
other
galleys
of
one
hundred
oars
or
less
.
Davos
had
a
thirst
.
He
took
his
leave
of
his
sons
and
turned
his
steps
toward
the
inn
.
Out
front
squatted
a
waist
-
high
gargoyle
,
so
eroded
by
rain
and
salt
that
his
features
were
all
but
obliterated
.
He
and
Davos
were
old
friends
,
though
.
He
gave
a
pat
to
the
stone
head
as
he
went
in
.
"
Luck
,
"
he
murmured
.
