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Obediently
,
he
selected
a
paper
at
random
.
"
It
looks
handsome
enough
,
Your
Grace
,
but
I
fear
I
cannot
read
the
words
.
"
Davos
could
decipher
maps
and
charts
as
well
as
any
,
but
letters
and
other
writings
were
beyond
his
powers
.
But
my
Devan
has
learned
his
letters
,
and
young
Steffon
and
Stannis
as
well
.
"
I
’
d
forgotten
.
"
A
furrow
of
irritation
showed
between
the
king
’
s
brows
.
"
Pylos
,
read
it
to
him
.
"
"
Your
Grace
.
"
The
maester
took
up
one
of
the
parchments
and
cleared
his
throat
.
"
All
men
know
me
for
the
trueborn
son
of
Steffon
Baratheon
,
Lord
of
Storm
’
s
End
,
by
his
lady
wife
Cassana
of
House
Estermont
.
I
declare
upon
the
honor
of
my
House
that
my
beloved
brother
Robert
,
our
late
king
,
left
no
trueborn
issue
of
his
body
,
the
boy
Joffrey
,
the
boy
Tommen
,
and
the
girl
Myrcella
being
abominations
born
of
incest
between
Cersei
Lannister
and
her
brother
Jaime
the
Kingslayer
.
By
right
of
birth
and
blood
,
I
do
this
day
lay
claim
to
the
Iron
Throne
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
of
Westeros
.
Let
all
true
men
declare
their
loyalty
.
Done
in
the
Light
of
the
Lord
,
under
the
sign
and
seal
of
Stannis
of
House
Baratheon
,
the
First
of
His
Name
,
King
of
the
Andals
,
the
Rhoynar
,
and
the
First
Men
,
and
Lord
of
the
Seven
Kingdoms
.
"
The
parchment
rustled
softly
as
Pylos
laid
it
down
.
"
Make
it
Ser
Jaime
the
Kingslayer
henceforth
,
"
Stannis
said
,
frowning
.
"
Whatever
else
the
man
may
be
,
he
remains
a
knight
.
I
don
’
t
know
that
we
ought
to
call
Robert
my
beloved
brother
either
.
He
loved
me
no
more
than
he
had
to
,
nor
I
him
.
"
"
A
harmless
courtesy
,
Your
Grace
,
"
Pylos
said
.
"
A
lie
.
Take
it
out
.
"
Stannis
turned
to
Davos
.
"
The
maester
tells
me
that
we
have
one
hundred
seventeen
ravens
on
hand
.
I
mean
to
use
them
all
.
One
hundred
seventeen
ravens
will
carry
one
hundred
seventeen
copies
of
my
letter
to
every
corner
of
the
realm
,
from
the
Arbor
to
the
Wall
.
Perhaps
a
hundred
will
win
through
against
storm
and
hawk
and
arrow
.
If
so
,
a
hundred
maesters
will
read
my
words
to
as
many
lords
in
as
many
solars
and
bedchambers
.
.
.
and
then
the
letters
will
like
as
not
be
consigned
to
the
fire
,
and
lips
pledged
to
silence
.
These
great
lords
love
Joffrey
,
or
Renly
,
or
Robb
Stark
.
I
am
their
rightful
king
,
but
they
will
deny
me
if
they
can
.
So
I
have
need
of
you
.
"
"
I
am
yours
to
command
,
my
king
.
As
ever
.
"
Stannis
nodded
.
"
I
mean
for
you
to
sail
Black
Betha
north
,
to
Gulltown
,
the
Fingers
,
the
Three
Sisters
,
even
White
Harbor
.
Your
son
Dale
will
go
south
in
Wraith
,
past
Cape
Wrath
and
the
Broken
Arm
,
all
along
the
coast
of
Dorne
as
far
as
the
Arbor
.
Each
of
you
will
carry
a
chest
of
letters
,
and
you
will
deliver
one
to
every
port
and
holdfast
and
fishing
village
.
Nail
them
to
the
doors
of
septs
and
inns
for
every
man
to
read
who
can
.
"
