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Renly
laughed
.
"
Stannis
,
that
’
s
a
very
pretty
sword
,
I
’
ll
grant
you
,
but
I
think
the
glow
off
it
has
ruined
your
eyes
.
Look
across
the
fields
,
brother
.
Can
you
see
all
those
banners
?
"
"
Do
you
think
a
few
bolts
of
cloth
will
make
you
king
?
"
"
Tyrell
swords
will
make
me
king
.
Rowan
and
Tarly
and
Caron
will
make
me
king
,
with
axe
and
mace
and
warhammer
.
Tarth
arrows
and
Penrose
lances
,
Fossoway
,
Cuy
,
Mullendore
,
Estermont
,
Selmy
,
Hightower
,
Oakheart
,
Crane
,
Caswell
,
Blackbar
,
Morrigen
,
Beesbury
,
Shermer
,
Dunn
,
Footly
.
.
.
even
House
Florent
,
your
own
wife
’
s
brothers
and
uncles
,
they
will
make
me
king
.
All
the
chivalry
of
the
south
rides
with
me
,
and
that
is
the
least
part
of
my
power
.
My
foot
is
coming
behind
,
a
hundred
thousand
swords
and
spears
and
pikes
.
And
you
will
destroy
me
?
With
what
,
pray
?
That
paltry
rabble
I
see
there
huddled
under
the
castle
walls
?
I
’
ll
call
them
five
thousand
and
be
generous
,
codfish
lords
and
onion
knights
and
sellswords
.
Half
of
them
are
like
to
come
over
to
me
before
the
battle
starts
.
You
have
fewer
than
four
hundred
horse
,
my
scouts
tell
me
—
freeriders
in
boiled
leather
who
will
not
stand
an
instant
against
armored
lances
.
I
do
not
care
how
seasoned
a
warrior
you
think
you
are
,
Stannis
,
that
host
of
yours
won
’
t
survive
the
first
charge
of
my
vanguard
.
"
"
We
shall
see
,
brother
.
"
Some
of
the
light
seemed
to
go
out
of
the
world
when
Stannis
slid
his
sword
back
into
its
scabbard
.
"
Come
the
dawn
,
we
shall
see
.
"
"
I
hope
your
new
god
’
s
a
merciful
one
,
brother
.
"
Stannis
snorted
and
galloped
away
,
disdainful
.
The
red
priestess
lingered
a
moment
behind
.
"
Look
to
your
own
sins
,
Lord
Renly
,
"
she
said
as
she
wheeled
her
horse
around
.
Catelyn
and
Lord
Renly
returned
together
to
the
camp
where
his
thousands
and
her
few
waited
their
return
.
"
That
was
amusing
,
if
not
terribly
profitable
,
"
he
commented
.
"
I
wonder
where
I
can
get
a
sword
like
that
?
Well
,
doubtless
Loras
will
make
me
a
gift
of
it
after
the
battle
.
It
grieves
me
that
it
must
come
to
this
.
"
"
You
have
a
cheerful
way
of
grieving
,
"
said
Catelyn
,
whose
distress
was
not
feigned
.
"
Do
I
?
"
Renly
shrugged
.
"
So
be
it
.
Stannis
was
never
the
most
cherished
of
brothers
,
I
confess
.
Do
you
suppose
this
tale
of
his
is
true
?
If
Joffrey
is
the
Kingslayer
’
s
get
—
"
