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The
substance
was
the
pyromancers
’
own
term
for
wildfire
.
They
called
each
other
wisdom
as
well
,
which
Tyrion
found
almost
as
annoying
as
their
custom
of
hinting
at
the
vast
secret
stores
of
knowledge
that
they
wanted
him
to
think
they
possessed
.
Once
theirs
had
been
a
powerful
guild
,
but
in
recent
centuries
the
maesters
of
the
Citadel
had
supplanted
the
alchemists
almost
everywhere
.
Now
only
a
few
of
the
older
order
remained
,
and
they
no
longer
even
pretended
to
transmute
metals
.
.
.
.
.
.
but
they
could
make
wildfire
.
"
Water
will
not
quench
it
,
I
am
told
.
"
"
That
is
so
.
Once
it
takes
fire
,
the
substance
will
burn
fiercely
until
it
is
no
more
.
More
,
it
will
seep
into
cloth
,
wood
,
leather
,
even
steel
,
so
they
take
fire
as
well
.
"
Tyrion
remembered
the
red
priest
Thoros
of
Myr
and
his
flaming
sword
.
Even
a
thin
coating
of
wildfire
could
burn
for
an
hour
.
Thoros
always
needed
a
new
sword
after
a
melee
,
but
Robert
had
been
fond
of
the
man
and
ever
glad
to
provide
one
.
"
Why
doesn
’
t
it
seep
into
the
clay
as
well
?
"
"
Oh
,
but
it
does
,
"
said
Hallyne
.
"
There
is
a
vault
below
this
one
where
we
store
the
older
pots
.
Those
from
King
Aerys
’
s
day
.
It
was
his
fancy
to
have
the
jars
made
in
the
shapes
of
fruits
.
Very
perilous
fruits
indeed
,
my
lord
Hand
,
and
,
hmmm
,
riper
now
than
ever
,
if
you
take
my
meaning
.
We
have
sealed
them
with
wax
and
pumped
the
lower
vault
full
of
water
,
but
even
so
.
.
.
by
rights
they
ought
to
have
been
destroyed
,
but
so
many
of
our
masters
were
murdered
during
the
Sack
of
King
’
s
Landing
,
the
few
acolytes
who
remained
were
unequal
to
the
task
.
And
much
of
the
stock
we
made
for
Aerys
was
lost
.
Only
last
year
,
two
hundred
jars
were
discovered
in
a
storeroom
beneath
the
Great
Sept
of
Baelor
.
No
one
could
recall
how
they
came
there
,
but
I
’
m
sure
I
do
not
need
to
tell
you
that
the
High
Septon
was
beside
himself
with
terror
.
I
myself
saw
that
they
were
safely
moved
.
I
had
a
cart
filled
with
sand
,
and
sent
our
most
able
acolytes
.
We
worked
only
by
night
,
we
—
"
"
—
did
a
splendid
job
,
I
have
no
doubt
.
"
Tyrion
placed
the
jar
he
’
d
been
holding
back
among
its
fellows
.
They
covered
the
table
,
standing
in
orderly
rows
of
four
and
marching
away
into
the
subterranean
dimness
.
And
there
were
other
tables
beyond
,
many
other
tables
.
"
These
,
ah
,
fruits
of
the
late
King
Aerys
,
can
they
still
be
used
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
most
certainly
.
.
.
but
carefully
,
my
lord
,
ever
so
carefully
.
As
it
ages
,
the
substance
grows
ever
more
,
hmmmm
,
fickle
,
let
us
say
.
Any
flame
will
set
it
afire
.
Any
spark
.
Too
much
heat
and
jars
will
blaze
up
of
their
own
accord
.
It
is
not
wise
to
let
them
sit
in
sunlight
,
even
for
a
short
time
.
Once
the
fire
begins
within
,
the
heat
causes
the
substance
to
expand
violently
,
and
the
jars
shortly
fly
to
pieces
.
If
other
jars
should
happen
to
be
stored
in
the
same
vicinity
,
those
go
up
as
well
,
and
so
—
"
"
How
many
jars
do
you
have
at
present
?
"
