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"
Follies
?
I
call
them
treasons
.
"
Stannis
turned
back
to
his
wife
.
"
My
brother
is
young
and
strong
,
and
he
has
a
vast
host
around
him
,
and
these
rainbow
knights
of
his
.
"
"
Melisandre
has
gazed
into
the
flames
,
and
seen
him
dead
.
"
Cressen
was
horrorstruck
.
"
Fratricide
.
.
.
my
lord
,
this
is
evil
,
unthinkable
.
.
.
please
,
listen
to
me
.
"
Lady
Selyse
gave
him
a
measured
look
.
"
And
what
will
you
tell
him
,
Maester
?
How
he
might
win
half
a
kingdom
if
he
goes
to
the
Starks
on
his
knees
and
sells
our
daughter
to
Lysa
Arryn
?
"
"
I
have
heard
your
counsel
,
Cressen
,
"
Lord
Stannis
said
.
"
Now
I
will
hear
hers
.
You
are
dismissed
.
"
Maester
Cressen
bent
a
stiff
knee
.
He
could
feel
Lady
Selyse
’
s
eyes
on
his
back
as
he
shuffled
slowly
across
the
room
.
By
the
time
he
reached
the
bottom
of
the
steps
it
was
all
he
could
do
to
stand
erect
.
"
Help
me
,
"
he
said
to
Pylos
.
When
he
was
safe
back
in
his
own
rooms
,
Cressen
sent
the
younger
man
away
and
limped
to
his
balcony
once
more
,
to
stand
between
his
gargoyles
and
stare
out
to
sea
.
One
of
Salladhor
Saan
’
s
warships
was
sweeping
past
the
castle
,
her
gaily
-
striped
hull
slicing
through
the
grey
-
green
waters
as
her
oars
rose
and
fell
.
He
watched
until
she
vanished
behind
a
headland
.
Would
that
my
fears
could
vanish
so
easily
.
Had
he
lived
so
long
for
this
?
When
a
maester
donned
his
collar
,
he
put
aside
the
hope
of
children
,
yet
Cressen
had
oft
felt
a
father
nonetheless
.
Robert
,
Stannis
,
Renly
.
.
.
three
sons
he
had
raised
after
the
angry
sea
claimed
Lord
Steffon
.
Had
he
done
so
ill
that
now
he
must
watch
one
kill
the
other
?
He
could
not
allow
it
,
would
not
allow
it
.
The
woman
was
the
heart
of
it
.
Not
the
Lady
Selyse
,
the
other
one
.
The
red
woman
,
the
servants
had
named
her
,
afraid
to
speak
her
name
.
"
I
will
speak
her
name
,
"
Cressen
told
his
stone
hellhound
.
"
Melisandre
.
Her
.
"
Melisandre
of
Asshai
,
sorceress
,
shadowbinder
,
and
priestess
to
R
’
hllor
,
the
Lord
of
Light
,
the
Heart
of
Fire
,
the
God
of
Flame
and
Shadow
.
Melisandre
,
whose
madness
must
not
be
allowed
to
spread
beyond
Dragonstone
.
