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Across
the
noisy
common
room
,
Salladhor
Saan
sat
eating
grapes
from
a
wooden
bowl
.
When
he
spied
Davos
,
he
beckoned
him
closer
.
"
Ser
knight
,
come
sit
with
me
.
Eat
a
grape
.
Eat
two
.
They
are
marvelously
sweet
.
"
The
Lyseni
was
a
sleek
,
smiling
man
whose
flamboyance
was
a
byword
on
both
sides
of
the
narrow
sea
.
Today
he
wore
flashing
cloth
-
of
-
silver
,
with
dagged
sleeves
so
long
the
ends
of
them
pooled
on
the
floor
.
His
buttons
were
carved
jade
monkeys
,
and
atop
his
wispy
white
curls
perched
a
jaunty
green
cap
decorated
with
a
fan
of
peacock
feathers
.
Davos
threaded
his
way
through
the
tables
to
a
chair
.
In
the
days
before
his
knighthood
,
he
had
often
bought
cargoes
from
Salladhor
Saan
.
The
Lyseni
was
a
smuggler
himself
,
as
well
as
a
trader
,
a
banker
,
a
notorious
pirate
,
and
the
self
-
styled
Prince
of
the
Narrow
Sea
.
When
a
pirate
grows
rich
enough
,
they
make
him
a
prince
.
It
had
been
Davos
who
had
made
the
journey
to
Lys
to
recruit
the
old
rogue
to
Lord
Stannis
’
s
cause
.
"
You
did
not
see
the
gods
burn
,
my
lord
?
"
he
asked
.
"
The
red
priests
have
a
great
temple
on
Lys
.
Always
they
are
burning
this
and
burning
that
,
crying
out
to
their
R
’
hllor
.
They
bore
me
with
their
fires
.
Soon
they
will
bore
King
Stannis
too
,
it
is
to
be
hoped
.
"
He
seemed
utterly
unconcerned
that
someone
might
overhear
him
,
eating
his
grapes
and
dribbling
the
seeds
out
onto
his
lip
,
flicking
them
off
with
a
finger
.
"
My
Bird
of
a
Thousand
Colors
came
in
yesterday
,
good
ser
.
She
is
not
a
warship
,
no
,
but
a
trader
,
and
she
paid
a
call
on
King
’
s
Landing
.
Are
you
sure
you
will
not
have
a
grape
?
Children
go
hungry
in
the
city
,
it
is
said
.
"
He
dangled
the
grapes
before
Davos
and
smiled
.
"
It
’
s
ale
I
need
,
and
news
.
"
"
The
men
of
Westeros
are
ever
rushing
,
"
complained
Salladhor
Saan
.
"
What
good
is
this
,
I
ask
you
?
He
who
hurries
through
life
hurries
to
his
grave
.
"
He
belched
.
"
The
Lord
of
Casterly
Rock
has
sent
his
dwarf
to
see
to
King
’
s
Landing
.
Perhaps
he
hopes
that
his
ugly
face
will
frighten
off
attackers
,
eh
?
Or
that
we
will
laugh
ourselves
dead
when
the
Imp
capers
on
the
battlements
,
who
can
say
?
The
dwarf
has
chased
off
the
lout
who
ruled
the
gold
cloaks
and
put
in
his
place
a
knight
with
an
iron
hand
.
"
He
plucked
a
grape
,
and
squeezed
it
between
thumb
and
forefinger
until
the
skin
burst
.
Juice
ran
down
between
his
fingers
.
A
serving
girl
pushed
her
way
through
,
swatting
at
the
hands
that
groped
her
as
she
passed
.
Davos
ordered
a
tankard
of
ale
,
turned
back
to
Saan
,
and
said
,
"
How
well
is
the
city
defended
?
"
The
other
shrugged
.
"
The
walls
are
high
and
strong
,
but
who
will
man
them
?
They
are
building
scorpions
and
spitfires
,
oh
,
yes
,
but
the
men
in
the
golden
cloaks
are
too
few
and
too
green
,
and
there
are
no
others
.
A
swift
strike
,
like
a
hawk
plummeting
at
a
hare
,
and
the
great
city
will
be
ours
.
Grant
us
wind
to
fill
our
sails
,
and
your
king
could
sit
upon
his
Iron
Throne
by
evenfall
on
the
morrow
.
We
could
dress
the
dwarf
in
motley
and
prick
his
little
cheeks
with
the
points
of
our
spears
to
make
him
dance
for
us
,
and
mayhaps
your
goodly
king
would
make
me
a
gift
of
the
beautiful
Queen
Cersei
to
warm
my
bed
for
a
night
.
I
have
been
too
long
away
from
my
wives
,
and
all
in
his
service
.
"
