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"
Your
maester
poisoned
himself
.
He
meant
to
poison
me
,
but
I
was
protected
by
a
greater
power
and
he
was
not
.
"
"
And
Renly
Baratheon
?
Who
was
it
who
killed
him
?
"
Her
head
turned
.
Beneath
the
shadow
of
the
cowl
,
her
eyes
burned
like
pale
red
candle
flames
.
"
Not
I
.
"
"
Liar
.
"
Davos
was
certain
now
.
Melisandre
laughed
again
.
"
You
are
lost
in
darkness
and
confusion
,
Ser
Davos
.
"
"
And
a
good
thing
.
"
Davos
gestured
at
the
distant
lights
flickering
along
the
walls
of
Storm
’
s
End
.
"
Feel
how
cold
the
wind
is
?
The
guards
will
huddle
close
to
those
torches
.
A
little
warmth
,
a
little
light
,
they
’
re
a
comfort
on
a
night
like
this
.
Yet
that
will
blind
them
,
so
they
will
not
see
us
pass
.
"
I
hope
.
"
The
god
of
darkness
protects
us
now
,
my
lady
.
Even
you
.
"
The
flames
of
her
eyes
seemed
to
burn
a
little
brighter
at
that
.
"
Speak
not
that
name
,
ser
.
Lest
you
draw
his
black
eye
upon
us
.
He
protects
no
man
,
I
promise
you
.
He
is
the
enemy
of
all
that
lives
.
It
is
the
torches
that
hide
us
,
you
have
said
so
yourself
.
Fire
.
The
bright
gift
of
the
Lord
of
Light
.
"
"
Have
it
your
way
.
"
"
His
way
,
rather
.
"
