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Put
it
on
again
,
I
command
you
.
"
"
Under
the
sea
,
no
one
wears
hats
,
"
Patchface
said
.
"
I
know
,
I
know
,
oh
,
oh
,
oh
.
"
Lord
Stannis
’
s
eyes
were
shadowed
beneath
his
heavy
brow
,
his
mouth
tight
as
his
jaw
worked
silently
.
He
always
ground
his
teeth
when
he
was
angry
.
"
Fool
,
"
he
growled
at
last
,
"
my
lady
wife
commands
.
Give
Cressen
your
helm
.
"
No
,
the
old
maester
thought
,
this
is
not
you
,
not
your
way
,
you
were
always
just
,
always
hard
yet
never
cruel
,
never
,
you
did
not
understand
mockery
,
no
more
than
you
understood
laughter
.
Patchface
danced
closer
,
his
cowbells
ringing
,
clang
-
a
-
lang
,
ding
-
ding
,
clink
-
clank
-
clink
-
clank
.
The
maester
sat
silent
while
the
fool
set
the
antlered
bucket
on
his
brow
.
Cressen
bowed
his
head
beneath
the
weight
.
His
bells
clanged
.
"
Perhaps
he
ought
sing
his
counsel
henceforth
,
"
Lady
Selyse
said
.
"
You
go
too
far
,
woman
,
"
Lord
Stannis
said
.
"
He
is
an
old
man
,
and
he
’
s
served
me
well
.
"
And
I
will
serve
you
to
the
last
,
my
sweet
lord
,
my
poor
lonely
son
,
Cressen
thought
,
for
suddenly
he
saw
the
way
.
Ser
Davos
’
s
cup
was
before
him
,
still
half
-
full
of
sour
red
.
He
found
a
hard
flake
of
crystal
in
his
sleeve
,
held
it
tight
between
thumb
and
forefinger
as
he
reached
for
the
cup
.
Smooth
motions
,
deft
,
I
must
not
fumble
now
,
he
prayed
,
and
the
gods
were
kind
.
In
the
blink
of
an
eye
,
his
fingers
were
empty
.
His
hands
had
not
been
so
steady
for
years
,
nor
half
so
fluid
.
Davos
saw
,
but
no
one
else
,
he
was
certain
.
Cup
in
hand
,
he
rose
to
his
feet
.
"
Mayhaps
I
have
been
a
fool
.
Lady
Melisandre
,
will
you
share
a
cup
of
wine
with
me
?
A
cup
in
honor
of
your
god
,
your
Lord
of
Light
?
A
cup
to
toast
his
power
?
"
The
red
woman
studied
him
.
"
If
you
wish
.
"
He
could
feel
them
all
watching
him
.
Davos
clutched
at
him
as
he
left
the
bench
,
catching
his
sleeve
with
the
fingers
that
Lord
Stannis
had
shortened
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
he
whispered
.
