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Ashore
,
the
arms
of
the
great
trebuchets
rose
one
,
two
,
three
,
and
a
hundred
stones
climbed
high
into
the
yellow
sky
.
Each
one
was
as
large
as
a
man
’
s
head
;
when
they
fell
they
sent
up
great
gouts
of
water
,
smashed
through
oak
planking
,
and
turned
living
men
into
bone
and
pulp
and
gristle
.
All
across
the
river
the
first
line
was
engaged
.
Grappling
hooks
were
flung
out
,
iron
rams
crashed
through
wooden
hulls
,
boarders
swarmed
,
flights
of
arrows
whispered
through
each
other
in
the
drifting
smoke
,
and
men
died
.
.
.
but
so
far
,
none
of
his
.
Black
Betha
swept
upriver
,
the
sound
of
her
oarmaster
’
s
drum
thundering
in
her
captain
’
s
head
as
he
looked
for
a
likely
victim
for
her
ram
.
The
beleaguered
Queen
Alysanne
was
trapped
between
two
Lannister
warships
,
the
three
made
fast
by
hooks
and
lines
.
"
Ramming
speed
!
"
Davos
shouted
.
The
drumbeats
blurred
into
a
long
fevered
hammering
,
and
Black
Betha
flew
,
the
water
turning
white
as
milk
as
it
parted
for
her
prow
.
Allard
had
seen
the
same
chance
;
Lady
Marya
ran
beside
them
.
The
first
line
had
been
transformed
into
a
confusion
of
separate
struggles
.
The
three
tangled
ships
loomed
ahead
,
turning
,
their
decks
a
red
chaos
as
men
hacked
at
each
other
with
sword
and
axe
.
A
little
more
,
Davos
Seaworth
beseeched
the
Warrior
,
bring
her
around
a
little
more
,
show
me
her
broadside
.
The
Warrior
must
have
been
listening
.
Black
Betha
and
Lady
Marya
slammed
into
the
side
of
Lady
’
s
Shame
within
an
instant
of
each
other
,
ramming
her
fore
and
aft
with
such
force
that
men
were
thrown
off
the
deck
of
Lady
of
Silk
three
boats
away
.
Davos
almost
bit
his
tongue
off
when
his
teeth
jarred
together
.
He
spat
out
blood
.
Next
time
close
your
mouth
,
you
fool
.
Forty
years
at
sea
,
and
yet
this
was
the
first
time
he
’
d
rammed
another
ship
.
His
archers
were
loosing
arrows
at
will
.
"
Back
water
,
"
he
commanded
.
When
Black
Betha
reversed
her
oars
,
the
river
rushed
into
the
splintered
hole
she
left
,
and
Lady
’
s
Shame
fell
to
pieces
before
his
eyes
,
spilling
dozens
of
men
into
the
river
.
Some
of
the
living
swam
;
some
of
the
dead
floated
;
the
ones
in
heavy
mail
and
plate
sank
to
the
bottom
,
the
quick
and
the
dead
alike
.
The
pleas
of
drowning
men
echoed
in
his
ears
.
A
flash
of
green
caught
his
eye
,
ahead
and
off
to
port
,
and
a
nest
of
writhing
emerald
serpents
rose
burning
and
hissing
from
the
stern
of
Queen
Alysanne
.
An
instant
later
Davos
heard
the
dread
cry
of
"
Wildfire
!
"
He
grimaced
.
Burning
pitch
was
one
thing
,
wildfire
quite
another
.
Evil
stuff
,
and
well
-
nigh
unquenchable
.
Smother
it
under
a
cloak
and
the
cloak
took
fire
;
slap
at
a
fleck
of
it
with
your
palm
and
your
hand
was
aflame
.
"
Piss
on
wildfire
and
your
cock
burns
off
,
"
old
seamen
liked
to
say
.
Still
,
Ser
Imry
had
warned
them
to
expect
a
taste
of
the
alchemists
’
vile
substance
.
Fortunately
,
there
were
few
true
pyromancers
left
.
They
will
soon
run
out
,
Ser
Imry
had
assured
them
.
Davos
reeled
off
commands
;
one
bank
of
oars
pushed
off
while
the
other
backed
water
,
and
the
galley
came
about
.
Lady
Marya
had
won
clear
too
,
and
a
good
thing
;
the
fire
was
spreading
over
Queen
Alysanne
and
her
foes
faster
than
he
would
have
believed
possible
.
Men
wreathed
in
green
flame
leapt
into
the
water
,
shrieking
like
nothing
human
.
On
the
walls
of
King
’
s
Landing
,
spitfires
were
belching
death
,
and
the
great
trebuchets
behind
the
Mud
Gate
were
throwing
boulders
.
One
the
size
of
an
ox
crashed
down
between
Black
Betha
and
Wraith
,
rocking
both
ships
and
soaking
every
man
on
deck
.
Another
,
not
much
smaller
,
found
Bold
Laughter
.
