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Silent
,
Davos
tended
to
his
course
.
The
shore
was
a
snarl
of
rocks
,
so
he
was
taking
them
well
out
across
the
bay
.
He
would
wait
for
the
tide
to
turn
before
coming
about
.
Storm
’
s
End
dwindled
behind
them
,
but
the
red
woman
seemed
unconcerned
.
"
Are
you
a
good
man
,
Davos
Seaworth
?
"
she
asked
.
Would
a
good
man
be
doing
this
?
"
I
am
a
man
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
kind
to
my
wife
,
but
I
have
known
other
women
.
I
have
tried
to
be
a
father
to
my
sons
,
to
help
make
them
a
place
in
this
world
.
Aye
,
I
’
ve
broken
laws
,
but
I
never
felt
evil
until
tonight
.
I
would
say
my
parts
are
mixed
,
m
’
lady
.
Good
and
bad
.
"
"
A
grey
man
,
"
she
said
.
"
Neither
white
nor
black
,
but
partaking
of
both
.
Is
that
what
you
are
,
Ser
Davos
?
"
"
What
if
I
am
?
It
seems
to
me
that
most
men
are
grey
.
"
"
If
half
of
an
onion
is
black
with
rot
,
it
is
a
rotten
onion
.
A
man
is
good
,
or
he
is
evil
.
"
The
fires
behind
them
had
melted
into
one
vague
glow
against
the
black
sky
,
and
the
land
was
almost
out
of
sight
.
It
was
time
to
come
about
.
"
Watch
your
head
,
my
lady
.
"
He
pushed
on
the
tiller
,
and
the
small
boat
threw
up
a
curl
of
black
water
as
she
turned
.
Melisandre
leaned
under
the
swinging
yard
,
one
hand
on
the
gunwale
,
calm
as
ever
.
Wood
creaked
,
canvas
cracked
,
and
water
splashed
,
so
loudly
a
man
might
swear
the
castle
was
sure
to
hear
.
Davos
knew
better
.
The
endless
crash
of
wave
on
rock
was
the
only
sound
that
ever
penetrated
the
massive
seaward
walls
of
Storm
’
s
End
,
and
that
but
faintly
.
A
rippling
wake
spread
out
behind
as
they
swung
back
toward
the
shore
.
"
You
speak
of
men
and
onions
,
"
Davos
said
to
Melisandre
.
"
What
of
women
?
Is
it
not
the
same
for
them
?
Are
you
good
or
evil
,
my
lady
?
"
That
made
her
chuckle
.
"
Oh
,
good
.
I
am
a
knight
of
sorts
myself
,
sweet
ser
.
A
champion
of
light
and
life
.
"
"
Yet
you
mean
to
kill
a
man
tonight
,
"
he
said
.
"
As
you
killed
Maester
Cressen
.
"
