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"
The
king
must
be
told
.
"
"
I
have
attended
to
it
,
good
ser
.
Though
His
Grace
frowns
so
whenever
he
does
see
me
that
I
tremble
to
come
before
him
.
Do
you
think
he
would
like
me
better
if
I
wore
a
hair
shirt
and
never
smiled
?
Well
,
I
will
not
do
it
.
I
am
an
honest
man
,
he
must
suffer
me
in
silk
and
samite
.
Or
else
I
shall
take
my
ships
where
I
am
better
loved
.
That
sword
was
not
Lightbringer
,
my
friend
.
"
The
sudden
shift
in
subject
left
Davos
uneasy
.
"
Sword
?
"
"
A
sword
plucked
from
fire
,
yes
.
Men
tell
me
things
,
it
is
my
pleasant
smile
.
How
shall
a
burnt
sword
serve
Stannis
?
"
"
A
burning
sword
,
"
corrected
Davos
.
"
Burnt
,
"
said
Salladhor
Saan
,
"
and
be
glad
of
that
,
my
friend
.
Do
you
know
the
tale
of
the
forging
of
Lightbringer
?
I
shall
tell
it
to
you
.
It
was
a
time
when
darkness
lay
heavy
on
the
world
.
To
oppose
it
,
the
hero
must
have
a
hero
’
s
blade
,
oh
,
like
none
that
had
ever
been
.
And
so
for
thirty
days
and
thirty
nights
Azor
Ahai
labored
sleepless
in
the
temple
,
forging
a
blade
in
the
sacred
fires
.
Heat
and
hammer
and
fold
,
heat
and
hammer
and
fold
,
oh
,
yes
,
until
the
sword
was
done
.
Yet
when
he
plunged
it
into
water
to
temper
the
steel
it
burst
asunder
.
"
"
Being
a
hero
,
it
was
not
for
him
to
shrug
and
go
in
search
of
excellent
grapes
such
as
these
,
so
again
he
began
.
The
second
time
it
took
him
fifty
days
and
fifty
nights
,
and
this
sword
seemed
even
finer
than
the
first
.
Azor
Ahai
captured
a
lion
,
to
temper
the
blade
by
plunging
it
through
the
beast
’
s
red
heart
,
but
once
more
the
steel
shattered
and
split
.
Great
was
his
woe
and
great
was
his
sorrow
then
,
for
he
knew
what
he
must
do
.
"
"
A
hundred
days
and
a
hundred
nights
he
labored
on
the
third
blade
,
and
as
it
glowed
white
-
hot
in
the
sacred
fires
,
he
summoned
his
wife
.
‘
Nissa
Nissa
’
he
said
to
her
,
for
that
was
her
name
,
‘
bare
your
breast
,
and
know
that
I
love
you
best
of
all
that
is
in
this
world
.
’
She
did
this
thing
,
why
I
cannot
say
,
and
Azor
Ahai
thrust
the
smoking
sword
through
her
living
heart
.
It
is
said
that
her
cry
of
anguish
and
ecstasy
left
a
crack
across
the
face
of
the
moon
,
but
her
blood
and
her
soul
and
her
strength
and
her
courage
all
went
into
the
steel
.
Such
is
the
tale
of
the
forging
of
Lightbringer
,
the
Red
Sword
of
Heroes
.
"
"
Now
do
you
see
my
meaning
?
Be
glad
that
it
is
just
a
burnt
sword
that
His
Grace
pulled
from
that
fire
.
Too
much
light
can
hurt
the
eyes
,
my
friend
,
and
fire
burns
.
"
Salladhor
Saan
finished
the
last
grape
and
smacked
his
lips
.
"
When
do
you
think
the
king
will
bid
us
sail
,
good
ser
?
"
