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"
As
the
gods
will
it
.
Bring
on
your
storm
,
my
lord
—
and
recall
,
if
you
do
,
the
name
of
this
castle
.
"
Ser
Cortnay
gave
a
pull
on
his
reins
and
rode
back
toward
the
gate
.
Stannis
said
no
word
,
but
turned
his
horse
around
and
started
back
toward
his
camp
.
The
others
followed
.
"
If
we
storm
these
walls
thousands
will
die
,
"
fretted
ancient
Lord
Estermont
,
who
was
the
king
’
s
grandfather
on
his
mother
’
s
side
.
"
Better
to
hazard
but
a
single
life
,
surely
?
Our
cause
is
righteous
,
so
the
gods
must
surely
bless
our
champion
’
s
arms
with
victory
.
"
God
,
old
man
,
thought
Davos
.
You
forget
,
we
have
only
one
now
,
Melisandre
’
s
Lord
of
Light
.
Ser
Jon
Fossoway
said
,
"
I
would
gladly
take
this
challenge
myself
,
though
I
’
m
not
half
the
swordsman
Lord
Caron
is
,
or
Ser
Guyard
.
Renly
left
no
notable
knights
at
Storm
’
s
End
.
Garrison
duty
is
for
old
men
and
green
boys
.
"
Lord
Caron
agreed
.
"
An
easy
victory
,
to
be
sure
.
And
what
glory
,
to
win
Storm
’
s
End
with
a
single
stroke
!
"
Stannis
raked
them
all
with
a
look
.
"
You
chatter
like
magpies
,
and
with
less
sense
.
I
will
have
quiet
.
"
The
king
’
s
eyes
fell
on
Davos
.
"
Ser
.
Ride
with
me
.
"
He
spurred
his
horse
away
from
his
followers
.
Only
Melisandre
kept
pace
,
bearing
the
great
standard
of
the
fiery
heart
with
the
crowned
stag
within
.
As
if
it
had
been
swallowed
whole
.
Davos
saw
the
looks
that
passed
between
the
lordlings
as
he
rode
past
them
to
join
the
king
.
These
were
no
onion
knights
,
but
proud
men
from
houses
whose
names
were
old
in
honor
.
Somehow
he
knew
that
Renly
had
never
chided
them
in
such
a
fashion
.
The
youngest
of
the
Baratheons
had
been
born
with
a
gift
for
easy
courtesy
that
his
brother
sadly
lacked
.
He
eased
back
to
a
slow
trot
when
his
horse
came
up
beside
the
king
’
s
.
"
Your
Grace
.
"
Seen
at
close
hand
,
Stannis
looked
worse
than
Davos
had
realized
from
afar
.
His
face
had
grown
haggard
,
and
he
had
dark
circles
under
his
eyes
.
"
A
smuggler
must
be
a
fair
judge
of
men
,
"
the
king
said
.
"
What
do
you
make
of
this
Ser
Cortnay
Penrose
?
"
