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When
Davos
arrived
at
the
Stone
Drum
,
a
dozen
highborn
knights
and
great
bannermen
were
just
leaving
.
Lords
Celtigar
and
Velaryon
each
gave
him
a
curt
nod
and
walked
on
while
the
others
ignored
him
utterly
,
but
Ser
Axell
Florent
stopped
for
a
word
.
Queen
Selyse
’
s
uncle
was
a
keg
of
a
man
with
thick
arms
and
bandy
legs
.
He
had
the
prominent
ears
of
a
Florent
,
even
larger
than
his
niece
’
s
.
The
coarse
hair
that
sprouted
from
his
did
not
stop
him
hearing
most
of
what
went
on
in
the
castle
.
For
ten
years
Ser
Axell
had
served
as
castellan
of
Dragonstone
while
Stannis
sat
on
Robert
’
s
council
in
King
’
s
Landing
,
but
of
late
he
had
emerged
as
the
foremost
of
the
queen
’
s
men
.
"
Ser
Davos
,
it
is
good
to
see
you
,
as
ever
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
you
,
my
lord
.
"
"
I
made
note
of
you
this
morning
as
well
.
The
false
gods
burned
with
a
merry
light
,
did
they
not
?
"
"
They
burned
brightly
.
"
Davos
did
not
trust
this
man
,
for
all
his
courtesy
.
House
Florent
had
declared
for
Renly
.
"
The
Lady
Melisandre
tells
us
that
sometimes
R
’
hllor
permits
his
faithful
servants
to
glimpse
the
future
in
flames
.
It
seemed
to
me
as
I
watched
the
fire
this
morning
that
I
was
looking
at
a
dozen
beautiful
dancers
,
maidens
garbed
in
yellow
silk
spinning
and
swirling
before
a
great
king
.
I
think
it
was
a
true
vision
,
ser
.
A
glimpse
of
the
glory
that
awaits
His
Grace
after
we
take
King
’
s
Landing
and
the
throne
that
is
his
by
rights
.
"
Stannis
has
no
taste
for
such
dancing
,
Davos
thought
,
but
he
dared
not
offend
the
queen
’
s
uncle
.
"
I
saw
only
fire
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
the
smoke
was
making
my
eyes
water
.
You
must
pardon
me
,
ser
,
the
king
awaits
.
"
He
pushed
past
,
wondering
why
Ser
Axell
had
troubled
himself
.
He
is
a
queen
’
s
man
and
I
am
the
king
’
s
.
Stannis
sat
at
his
Painted
Table
with
Maester
Pylos
at
his
shoulder
,
an
untidy
pile
of
papers
before
them
.
"
Ser
,
"
the
king
said
when
Davos
entered
,
"
come
have
a
look
at
this
letter
.
"
