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"
Soon
,
I
think
,
"
said
Davos
,
"
if
his
god
wills
it
.
"
"
His
god
,
ser
friend
?
Not
yours
?
Where
is
the
god
of
Ser
Davos
Seaworth
,
knight
of
the
onion
ship
?
"
Davos
sipped
his
ale
to
give
himself
a
moment
.
The
inn
is
crowded
,
and
you
are
not
Salladhor
Saan
,
he
reminded
himself
.
Be
careful
how
you
answer
.
"
King
Stannis
is
my
god
.
He
made
me
and
blessed
me
with
his
trust
.
"
"
I
will
remember
.
"
Salladhor
Saan
got
to
his
feet
.
"
My
pardons
.
These
grapes
have
given
me
a
hunger
,
and
dinner
awaits
on
my
Valyrian
.
Minced
lamb
with
pepper
and
roasted
gull
stuffed
with
mushrooms
and
fennel
and
onion
.
Soon
we
shall
eat
together
in
King
’
s
Landing
,
yes
?
In
the
Red
Keep
we
shall
feast
,
while
the
dwarf
sings
us
a
jolly
tune
.
When
you
speak
to
King
Stannis
,
mention
if
you
would
that
he
will
owe
me
another
thirty
thousand
dragons
come
the
black
of
the
moon
.
He
ought
to
have
given
those
gods
to
me
.
They
were
too
beautiful
to
burn
,
and
might
have
brought
a
noble
price
in
Pentos
or
Myr
.
Well
,
if
he
grants
me
Queen
Cersei
for
a
night
I
shall
forgive
him
.
"
The
Lyseni
clapped
Davos
on
the
back
,
and
swaggered
from
the
inn
as
if
he
owned
it
.
Ser
Davos
Seaworth
lingered
over
his
tankard
for
a
good
while
,
thinking
.
A
year
ago
,
he
had
been
with
Stannis
in
King
’
s
Landing
when
King
Robert
staged
a
tourney
for
Prince
Joffrey
’
s
name
day
.
He
remembered
the
red
priest
Thoros
of
Myr
,
and
the
flaming
sword
he
had
wielded
in
the
melee
.
The
man
had
made
for
a
colorful
spectacle
,
his
red
robes
flapping
while
his
blade
writhed
with
pale
green
flames
,
but
everyone
knew
there
was
no
true
magic
to
it
,
and
in
the
end
his
fire
had
guttered
out
and
Bronze
Yohn
Royce
had
brained
him
with
a
common
mace
.
A
true
sword
of
fire
,
now
,
that
would
be
a
wonder
to
behold
.
Yet
at
such
a
cost
.
.
.
When
he
thought
of
Nissa
Nissa
,
it
was
his
own
Marya
he
pictured
,
a
good
-
natured
plump
woman
with
sagging
breasts
and
a
kindly
smile
,
the
best
woman
in
the
world
.
He
tried
to
picture
himself
driving
a
sword
through
her
,
and
shuddered
.
I
am
not
made
of
the
stuff
of
heroes
,
he
decided
.
If
that
was
the
price
of
a
magic
sword
,
it
was
more
than
he
cared
to
pay
.
Davos
finished
his
ale
,
pushed
away
the
tankard
,
and
left
the
inn
.
On
the
way
out
he
patted
the
gargoyle
on
the
head
and
muttered
,
"
Luck
.
"
They
would
all
need
it
.
It
was
well
after
dark
when
Devan
came
down
to
Black
Betha
,
leading
a
snow
-
white
palfrey
.
"
My
lord
father
,
"
he
announced
,
"
His
Grace
commands
you
to
attend
him
in
the
Chamber
of
the
Painted
Table
.
You
are
to
ride
the
horse
and
come
at
once
.
"
It
was
good
to
see
Devan
looking
so
splendid
in
his
squire
’
s
raiment
,
but
the
summons
made
Davos
uneasy
.
Will
he
bid
us
sail
?
he
wondered
.
Salladhor
Saan
was
not
the
only
captain
who
felt
that
King
’
s
Landing
was
ripe
for
an
attack
,
but
a
smuggler
must
learn
patience
.
We
have
no
hope
of
victory
.
I
said
as
much
to
Maester
Cressen
,
the
day
I
returned
to
Dragonstone
,
and
nothing
has
changed
.
We
are
too
few
,
the
foes
too
many
.
If
we
dip
our
oars
,
we
die
.
Nonetheless
,
he
climbed
onto
the
horse
.
