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The
girl
never
wept
.
Young
as
she
was
,
Myrcella
Baratheon
was
a
princess
born
.
And
a
Lannister
,
despite
her
name
,
Tyrion
reminded
himself
,
as
much
Jaime
’
s
blood
as
Cersei
’
s
.
To
be
sure
,
her
smile
was
a
shade
tremulous
when
her
brothers
took
their
leave
of
her
on
the
deck
of
the
Seaswift
,
but
the
girl
knew
the
proper
words
to
say
,
and
she
said
them
with
courage
and
dignity
.
When
the
time
came
to
part
,
it
was
Prince
Tommen
who
cried
,
and
Myrcella
who
gave
him
comfort
.
Tyrion
looked
down
upon
the
farewells
from
the
high
deck
of
King
Robert
’
s
Hammer
,
a
great
war
galley
of
four
hundred
oars
.
Rob
’
s
Hammer
,
as
her
oarsmen
called
her
,
would
form
the
main
strength
of
Myrcella
’
s
escort
.
Lionstar
,
Bold
Wind
,
and
Lady
Lyanna
would
sail
with
her
as
well
.
It
made
Tyrion
more
than
a
little
uneasy
to
detach
so
great
a
part
of
their
already
inadequate
fleet
,
depleted
as
it
was
by
the
loss
of
all
those
ships
that
had
sailed
with
Lord
Stannis
to
Dragonstone
and
never
returned
,
but
Cersei
would
hear
of
nothing
less
.
Perhaps
she
was
wise
.
If
the
girl
was
captured
before
she
reached
Sunspear
,
the
Dornish
alliance
would
fall
to
pieces
.
So
far
Doran
Martell
had
done
no
more
than
call
his
banners
.
Once
Myrcella
was
safe
in
Braavos
,
he
had
pledged
to
move
his
strength
to
the
high
passes
,
where
the
threat
might
make
some
of
the
Marcher
lords
rethink
their
loyalties
and
give
Stannis
pause
about
marching
north
.
It
was
purely
a
feint
,
however
.
The
Martells
would
not
commit
to
actual
battle
unless
Dorne
itself
was
attacked
,
and
Stannis
was
not
so
great
a
fool
.
Though
some
of
his
bannermen
may
be
,
Tyrion
reflected
.
I
should
think
on
that
.
He
cleared
his
throat
.
"
You
know
your
orders
,
Captain
.
"
"
I
do
,
my
lord
.
We
are
to
follow
the
coast
,
staying
always
in
sight
of
land
,
until
we
reach
Crackclaw
Point
.
From
there
we
are
to
strike
out
across
the
narrow
sea
for
Braavos
.
On
no
account
are
we
to
sail
within
sight
of
Dragonstone
.
"
"
And
if
our
foes
should
chance
upon
you
nonetheless
?
"
"
If
a
single
ship
,
we
are
to
run
them
off
or
destroy
them
.
If
there
are
more
,
the
Bold
Wind
will
cleave
to
the
Seaswift
to
protect
her
while
the
rest
of
the
fleet
does
battle
.
"
Tyrion
nodded
.
If
the
worst
happened
,
the
little
Seaswift
ought
to
be
able
to
outrun
pursuit
.
A
small
ship
with
big
sails
,
she
was
faster
than
any
warship
afloat
,
or
so
her
captain
had
claimed
.
Once
Myrcella
reached
Braavos
,
she
ought
to
be
safe
.
He
was
sending
Ser
Arys
Oakheart
as
her
sworn
shield
,
and
had
engaged
the
Braavosi
to
bring
her
the
rest
of
the
way
to
Sunspear
.
Even
Lord
Stannis
would
hesitate
to
wake
the
anger
of
the
greatest
and
most
powerful
of
the
Free
Cities
.
Traveling
from
King
’
s
Landing
to
Dorne
by
way
of
Braavos
was
scarcely
the
most
direct
of
routes
,
but
it
was
the
safest
.
.
.
or
so
he
hoped
.
