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"
Captain
ser
.
"
His
son
Matthos
was
at
his
elbow
.
"
Your
helm
.
"
Davos
took
it
with
both
hands
and
slid
it
over
his
head
.
The
pot
-
helm
was
visorless
;
he
hated
having
his
vision
impeded
.
By
then
the
pitch
pots
were
raining
down
around
them
.
He
saw
one
shatter
on
the
deck
of
Lady
Marya
,
but
Allard
’
s
crew
quickly
beat
it
out
.
To
port
,
warhorns
sounded
from
the
Pride
of
Driftmark
.
The
oars
flung
up
sprays
of
water
with
every
stroke
.
The
yard
-
long
shaft
of
a
scorpion
came
down
not
two
feet
from
Matthos
and
sank
into
the
wood
of
the
deck
,
thrumming
.
Ahead
,
the
first
line
was
within
bowshot
of
the
enemy
;
flights
of
arrows
flew
between
the
ships
,
hissing
like
striking
snakes
.
South
of
the
Blackwater
,
Davos
saw
men
dragging
crude
rafts
toward
the
water
while
ranks
and
columns
formed
up
beneath
a
thousand
streaming
banners
.
The
fiery
heart
was
everywhere
,
though
the
tiny
black
stag
imprisoned
in
the
flames
was
too
small
to
make
out
.
We
should
be
flying
the
crowned
stag
,
he
thought
.
The
stag
was
King
Robert
’
s
sigil
,
the
city
would
rejoice
to
see
it
.
This
stranger
’
s
standard
serves
only
to
set
men
against
us
.
He
could
not
behold
the
fiery
heart
without
thinking
of
the
shadow
Melisandre
had
birthed
in
the
gloom
beneath
Storm
’
s
End
.
At
least
we
fight
this
battle
in
the
light
,
with
the
weapons
of
honest
men
,
he
told
himself
.
The
red
woman
and
her
dark
children
would
have
no
part
of
it
.
Stannis
had
shipped
her
back
to
Dragonstone
with
his
bastard
nephew
Edric
Storm
.
His
captains
and
bannermen
had
insisted
that
a
battlefield
was
no
place
for
a
woman
.
Only
the
queen
’
s
men
had
dissented
,
and
then
not
loudly
.
All
the
same
,
the
king
had
been
on
the
point
of
refusing
them
until
Lord
Bryce
Caron
said
,
"
Your
Grace
,
if
the
sorceress
is
with
us
,
afterward
men
will
say
it
was
her
victory
,
not
yours
.
They
will
say
you
owe
your
crown
to
her
spells
.
"
That
had
turned
the
tide
.
Davos
himself
had
held
his
tongue
during
the
arguments
,
but
if
truth
be
told
,
he
had
not
been
sad
to
see
the
back
of
her
.
He
wanted
no
part
of
Melisandre
or
her
god
.
To
starboard
,
Devotion
drove
toward
shore
,
sliding
out
a
plank
.
Archers
scrambled
into
the
shallows
,
holding
their
bows
high
over
their
heads
to
keep
the
strings
dry
.
They
splashed
ashore
on
the
narrow
strand
beneath
the
bluffs
.
Rocks
came
bouncing
down
from
the
castle
to
crash
among
them
,
and
arrows
and
spears
as
well
,
but
the
angle
was
steep
and
the
missiles
seemed
to
do
little
damage
.
Prayer
landed
two
-
dozen
yards
upstream
and
Piety
was
slanting
toward
the
bank
when
the
defenders
came
pounding
down
the
riverside
,
the
hooves
of
their
warhorses
sending
up
gouts
of
water
from
the
shallows
.
The
knights
fell
among
the
archers
like
wolves
among
chickens
,
driving
them
back
toward
the
ships
and
into
the
river
before
most
could
notch
an
arrow
.
Men
-
at
-
arms
rushed
to
defend
them
with
spear
and
axe
,
and
in
three
heartbeats
the
scene
had
turned
to
blood
-
soaked
chaos
.
Davos
recognized
the
dog
’
s
-
head
helm
of
the
Hound
.
A
white
cloak
streamed
from
his
shoulders
as
he
rode
his
horse
up
the
plank
onto
the
deck
of
Prayer
,
hacking
down
anyone
who
blundered
within
reach
.
Beyond
the
castle
,
King
’
s
Landing
rose
on
its
hills
behind
the
encircling
walls
.
The
riverfront
was
a
blackened
desolation
;
the
Lannisters
had
burned
everything
and
pulled
back
within
the
Mud
Gate
.
The
charred
spars
of
sunken
hulks
sat
in
the
shallows
,
forbidding
access
to
the
long
stone
quays
.
We
shall
have
no
landing
there
.
He
could
see
the
tops
of
three
huge
trebuchets
behind
the
Mud
Gate
.
High
on
Visenya
’
s
Hill
,
sunlight
blazed
off
the
seven
crystal
towers
of
the
Great
Sept
of
Baelor
.
Davos
never
saw
the
battle
joined
,
but
he
heard
it
;
a
great
rending
crash
as
two
galleys
came
together
.
He
could
not
say
which
two
.
Another
impact
echoed
over
the
water
an
instant
later
,
and
then
a
third
.
Beneath
the
screech
of
splintering
wood
,
he
heard
the
deep
thrum
-
thump
of
the
Fury
’
s
fore
catapult
.
Stag
of
the
Sea
split
one
of
Joffrey
’
s
galleys
clean
in
two
,
but
Dog
’
s
Nose
was
afire
and
Queen
Alysanne
was
locked
between
Lady
of
Silk
and
Lady
’
s
Shame
,
her
crew
fighting
the
boarders
rail
-
to
-
rail
.
Directly
ahead
,
Davos
saw
the
enemy
’
s
Kingslander
drive
between
Faithful
and
Sceptre
.
The
former
slid
her
starboard
oars
out
of
the
way
before
impact
,
but
Sceptre
’
s
portside
oars
snapped
like
so
much
kindling
as
Kingslander
raked
along
her
side
.
"
Loose
,
"
Davos
commanded
,
and
his
bowmen
sent
a
withering
rain
of
shafts
across
the
water
.
He
saw
Kingslander
’
s
captain
fall
,
and
tried
to
recall
the
man
’
s
name
.
