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Lord
Stannis
himself
was
still
on
the
march
,
but
his
vanguard
had
appeared
two
nights
ago
during
the
black
of
the
moon
.
King
’
s
Landing
had
woken
to
the
sight
of
their
tents
and
banners
.
They
were
five
thousand
,
Sansa
had
heard
,
near
as
many
as
all
the
gold
cloaks
in
the
city
.
They
flew
the
red
or
green
apples
of
House
Fossoway
,
the
turtle
of
Estermont
,
and
the
fox
-
and
-
flowers
of
Florent
,
and
their
commander
was
Ser
Guyard
Morrigen
,
a
famous
southron
knight
who
men
now
called
Guyard
the
Green
.
His
standard
showed
a
crow
in
flight
,
its
black
wings
spread
wide
against
a
storm
-
green
sky
.
But
it
was
the
pale
yellow
banners
that
worried
the
city
.
Long
ragged
tails
streamed
behind
them
like
flickering
flames
,
and
in
place
of
a
lord
’
s
sigil
they
bore
the
device
of
a
god
:
the
burning
heart
of
the
Lord
of
Light
.
"
When
Stannis
comes
,
he
’
ll
have
ten
times
as
many
men
as
Joffrey
does
,
everyone
says
so
.
"
Dontos
squeezed
her
shoulder
.
"
The
size
of
his
host
does
not
matter
,
sweetling
,
so
long
as
they
are
on
the
wrong
side
of
the
river
.
Stannis
cannot
cross
without
ships
.
"
"
He
has
ships
.
More
than
Joffrey
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
long
sail
from
Storm
’
s
End
,
the
fleet
will
need
to
come
up
Massey
’
s
Hook
and
through
the
Gullet
and
across
Blackwater
Bay
.
Perhaps
the
good
gods
will
send
a
storm
to
sweep
them
from
the
seas
.
"
Dontos
gave
a
hopeful
smile
.
"
It
is
not
easy
for
you
,
I
know
.
You
must
be
patient
,
child
.
When
my
friend
returns
to
the
city
,
we
shall
have
our
ship
.
Have
faith
in
your
Florian
,
and
try
not
to
be
afraid
.
"
Sansa
dug
her
nails
into
her
hand
.
She
could
feel
the
fear
in
her
tummy
,
twisting
and
pinching
,
worse
every
day
.
Nightmares
of
the
day
Princess
Myrcella
had
sailed
still
troubled
her
sleep
;
dark
suffocating
dreams
that
woke
her
in
the
black
of
night
,
struggling
for
breath
.
She
could
hear
the
people
screaming
at
her
,
screaming
without
words
,
like
animals
.
They
had
hemmed
her
in
and
thrown
filth
at
her
and
tried
to
pull
her
off
her
horse
,
and
would
have
done
worse
if
the
Hound
had
not
cut
his
way
to
her
side
.
They
had
torn
the
High
Septon
to
pieces
and
smashed
in
Ser
Aron
’
s
head
with
a
rock
.
Try
not
to
be
afraid
!
he
said
.
The
whole
city
was
afraid
.
Sansa
could
see
it
from
the
castle
walls
.
The
smallfolk
were
hiding
themselves
behind
closed
shutters
and
barred
doors
as
if
that
would
keep
them
safe
.
The
last
time
King
’
s
Landing
had
fallen
,
the
Lannisters
looted
and
raped
as
they
pleased
and
put
hundreds
to
the
sword
,
even
though
the
city
had
opened
its
gates
.
This
time
the
Imp
meant
to
fight
,
and
a
city
that
fought
could
expect
no
mercy
at
all
.
Dontos
was
prattling
on
.
"
If
I
were
still
a
knight
,
I
should
have
to
put
on
armor
and
man
the
walls
with
the
rest
.
I
ought
to
kiss
King
Joffrey
’
s
feet
and
thank
him
sweetly
.
"
"
If
you
thanked
him
for
making
you
a
fool
,
he
’
d
make
you
a
knight
again
,
"
Sansa
said
sharply
.
