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"
A
few
words
.
As
I
said
,
they
are
clever
,
these
birds
.
"
"
Clever
bird
,
clever
man
,
clever
clever
fool
,
"
said
Patchface
,
jangling
.
"
Oh
,
clever
clever
clever
fool
.
"
He
began
to
sing
.
"
The
shadows
come
to
dance
,
my
lord
,
dance
my
lord
,
dance
my
lord
,
"
he
sang
,
hopping
from
one
foot
to
the
other
and
back
again
.
"
The
shadows
come
to
stay
,
my
lord
,
stay
my
lord
,
stay
my
lord
.
"
He
jerked
his
head
with
each
word
,
the
bells
in
his
antlers
sending
up
a
clangor
.
The
white
raven
screamed
and
went
flapping
away
to
perch
on
the
iron
railing
of
the
rookery
stairs
.
Shireen
seemed
to
grow
smaller
.
"
He
sings
that
all
the
time
.
I
told
him
to
stop
but
he
won
’
t
.
It
makes
me
scared
.
Make
him
stop
.
"
And
how
do
I
do
that
?
the
old
man
wondered
.
Once
I
might
have
silenced
him
forever
,
but
now
.
.
.
Patchface
had
come
to
them
as
a
boy
.
Lord
Steffon
of
cherished
memory
had
found
him
in
Volantis
,
across
the
narrow
sea
.
The
king
—
the
old
king
,
Aerys
II
Targaryen
,
who
had
not
been
quite
so
mad
in
those
days
—
had
sent
his
lordship
to
seek
a
bride
for
Prince
Rhaegar
,
who
had
no
sisters
to
wed
.
"
We
have
found
the
most
splendid
fool
,
"
he
wrote
Cressen
,
a
fortnight
before
he
was
to
return
home
from
his
fruitless
mission
.
"
Only
a
boy
,
yet
nimble
as
a
monkey
and
witty
as
a
dozen
courtiers
.
He
juggles
and
riddles
and
does
magic
,
and
he
can
sing
prettily
in
four
tongues
.
We
have
bought
his
freedom
and
hope
to
bring
him
home
with
us
.
Robert
will
be
delighted
with
him
,
and
perhaps
in
time
he
will
even
teach
Stannis
how
to
laugh
.
"
It
saddened
Cressen
to
remember
that
letter
.
No
one
had
ever
taught
Stannis
how
to
laugh
,
least
of
all
the
boy
Patchface
.
The
storm
came
up
suddenly
,
howling
,
and
Shipbreaker
Bay
proved
the
truth
of
its
name
.
The
lord
’
s
two
-
masted
galley
Windproud
broke
up
within
sight
of
his
castle
.
From
its
parapets
his
two
eldest
sons
had
watched
as
their
father
’
s
ship
was
smashed
against
the
rocks
and
swallowed
by
the
waters
.
A
hundred
oarsmen
and
sailors
went
down
with
Lord
Steffon
Baratheon
and
his
lady
wife
,
and
for
days
thereafter
every
tide
left
a
fresh
crop
of
swollen
corpses
on
the
strand
below
Storm
’
s
End
.
The
boy
washed
up
on
the
third
day
.
Maester
Cressen
had
come
down
with
the
rest
,
to
help
put
names
to
the
dead
.
When
they
found
the
fool
he
was
naked
,
his
skin
white
and
wrinkled
and
powdered
with
wet
sand
.
Cressen
had
thought
him
another
corpse
,
but
when
Jommy
grabbed
his
ankles
to
drag
him
off
to
the
burial
wagon
,
the
boy
coughed
water
and
sat
up
.
To
his
dying
day
,
Jommy
had
sworn
that
Patchface
’
s
flesh
was
clammy
cold
.
No
one
ever
explained
those
two
days
the
fool
had
been
lost
in
the
sea
.
The
fisherfolk
liked
to
say
a
mermaid
had
taught
him
to
breathe
water
in
return
for
his
seed
.
Patchface
himself
had
said
nothing
.
The
witty
,
clever
lad
that
Lord
Steffon
had
written
of
never
reached
Storm
’
s
End
;
the
boy
they
found
was
someone
else
,
broken
in
body
and
mind
,
hardly
capable
of
speech
,
much
less
of
wit
.
Yet
his
fool
’
s
face
left
no
doubt
of
who
he
was
.
It
was
the
fashion
in
the
Free
City
of
Volantis
to
tattoo
the
faces
of
slaves
and
servants
;
from
neck
to
scalp
the
boy
’
s
skin
had
been
patterned
in
squares
of
red
and
green
motley
.
