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"
You
cannot
stop
them
talking
,
my
liege
,
"
Davos
said
,
"
but
when
you
take
your
vengeance
on
your
brothers
’
true
killers
,
the
realm
will
know
such
tales
for
lies
.
"
Stannis
only
seemed
to
half
hear
him
.
"
I
have
no
doubt
that
Cersei
had
a
hand
in
Robert
’
s
death
.
I
will
have
justice
for
him
.
Aye
,
and
for
Ned
Stark
and
Jon
Arryn
as
well
.
"
"
And
for
Renly
?
"
The
words
were
out
before
Davos
could
stop
to
consider
them
.
For
a
long
time
the
king
did
not
speak
.
Then
,
very
softly
,
he
said
,
"
I
dream
of
it
sometimes
.
Of
Renly
’
s
dying
.
A
green
tent
,
candles
,
a
woman
screaming
.
And
blood
.
"
Stannis
looked
down
at
his
hands
.
"
I
was
still
abed
when
he
died
.
Your
Devan
will
tell
you
.
He
tried
to
wake
me
.
Dawn
was
nigh
and
my
lords
were
waiting
,
fretting
.
I
should
have
been
ahorse
,
armored
.
I
knew
Renly
would
attack
at
break
of
day
.
Devan
says
I
thrashed
and
cried
out
,
but
what
does
it
matter
?
It
was
a
dream
.
I
was
in
my
tent
when
Renly
died
,
and
when
I
woke
my
hands
were
clean
.
"
Ser
Davos
Seaworth
could
feel
his
phantom
fingertips
start
to
itch
.
Something
is
wrong
here
,
the
onetime
smuggler
thought
.
Yet
he
nodded
and
said
,
"
I
see
.
"
"
Renly
offered
me
a
peach
.
At
our
parley
.
Mocked
me
,
defied
me
,
threatened
me
,
and
offered
me
a
peach
.
I
thought
he
was
drawing
a
blade
and
went
for
mine
own
.
Was
that
his
purpose
,
to
make
me
show
fear
?
Or
was
it
one
of
his
pointless
jests
?
When
he
spoke
of
how
sweet
the
peach
was
,
did
his
words
have
some
hidden
meaning
?
"
The
king
gave
a
shake
of
his
head
,
like
a
dog
shaking
a
rabbit
to
snap
its
neck
.
"
Only
Renly
could
vex
me
so
with
a
piece
of
fruit
.
He
brought
his
doom
on
himself
with
his
treason
,
but
I
did
love
him
,
Davos
.
I
know
that
now
.
I
swear
,
I
will
go
to
my
grave
thinking
of
my
brother
’
s
peach
.
"
By
then
they
were
in
amongst
the
camp
,
riding
past
the
ordered
rows
of
tents
,
the
blowing
banners
,
and
the
stacks
of
shields
and
spears
.
The
stink
of
horse
dung
was
heavy
in
the
air
,
mingled
with
the
woodsmoke
and
the
smell
of
cooking
meat
.
Stannis
reined
up
long
enough
to
bark
a
brusque
dismissal
to
Lord
Florent
and
the
others
,
commanding
them
to
attend
him
in
his
pavilion
one
hour
hence
for
a
council
of
war
.
They
bowed
their
heads
and
dispersed
,
while
Davos
and
Melisandre
rode
to
the
king
’
s
pavilion
.
The
tent
had
to
be
large
,
since
it
was
there
his
lords
bannermen
came
to
council
.
Yet
there
was
nothing
grand
about
it
.
It
was
a
soldier
’
s
tent
of
heavy
canvas
,
dyed
the
dark
yellow
that
sometimes
passed
for
gold
.
Only
the
royal
banner
that
streamed
atop
the
center
pole
marked
it
as
a
king
’
s
.
That
,
and
the
guards
without
;
queen
’
s
men
leaning
on
tall
spears
,
with
the
badge
of
the
fiery
heart
sewn
over
their
own
.
Grooms
came
up
to
help
them
dismount
.
One
of
the
guards
relieved
Melisandre
of
her
cumbersome
standard
,
driving
the
staff
deep
into
the
soft
ground
.
