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The
Velaryon
galley
exploded
like
a
child
’
s
toy
dropped
from
a
tower
,
spraying
splinters
as
long
as
a
man
’
s
arm
.
Through
black
smoke
and
swirling
green
fire
,
Davos
glimpsed
a
swarm
of
small
boats
bearing
downriver
:
a
confusion
of
ferries
and
wherries
,
barges
,
skiffs
,
rowboats
,
and
hulks
that
looked
too
rotten
to
float
.
It
stank
of
desperation
;
such
driftwood
could
not
turn
the
tide
of
a
fight
,
only
get
in
the
way
.
The
lines
of
battle
were
hopelessly
ensnarled
,
he
saw
.
Off
to
port
,
Lord
Steffon
,
Ragged
Jenna
,
and
Swift
Sword
had
broken
through
and
were
sweeping
upriver
.
The
starboard
wing
was
heavily
engaged
,
however
,
and
the
center
had
shattered
under
the
stones
of
those
trebuchets
,
some
captains
turning
downstream
,
others
veering
to
port
,
anything
to
escape
that
crushing
rain
.
Fury
had
swung
her
aft
catapult
to
fire
back
at
the
city
,
but
she
lacked
the
range
;
the
barrels
of
pitch
were
shattering
under
the
walls
.
Sceptre
had
lost
most
of
her
oars
,
and
Faithful
had
been
rammed
and
was
starting
to
list
.
He
took
Black
Betha
between
them
,
and
struck
a
glancing
blow
at
Queen
Cersei
’
s
ornate
carved
-
and
-
gilded
pleasure
barge
,
laden
with
soldiers
instead
of
sweetmeats
now
.
The
collision
spilled
a
dozen
of
them
into
the
river
,
where
Betha
’
s
archers
picked
them
off
as
they
tried
to
stay
afloat
.
Matthos
’
s
shout
alerted
him
to
the
danger
from
port
;
one
of
the
Lannister
galleys
was
coming
about
to
ram
.
"
Hard
to
starboard
,
"
Davos
shouted
.
His
men
used
their
oars
to
push
free
of
the
barge
,
while
others
turned
the
galley
so
her
prow
faced
the
onrushing
White
Hart
.
For
a
moment
he
feared
he
’
d
been
too
slow
,
that
he
was
about
to
be
sunk
,
but
the
current
helped
swing
Black
Betha
,
and
when
the
impact
came
it
was
only
a
glancing
blow
,
the
two
hulls
scraping
against
each
other
,
both
ships
snapping
oars
.
A
jagged
piece
of
wood
flew
past
his
head
,
sharp
as
any
spear
.
Davos
flinched
.
"
Board
her
!
"
he
shouted
.
Grappling
lines
were
flung
.
He
drew
his
sword
and
led
them
over
the
rail
himself
.
The
crew
of
the
White
Hart
met
them
at
the
rail
,
but
Black
Betha
’
s
men
-
at
-
arms
swept
over
them
in
a
screaming
steel
tide
.
Davos
fought
through
the
press
,
looking
for
the
other
captain
,
but
the
man
was
dead
before
he
reached
him
.
As
he
stood
over
the
body
,
someone
caught
him
from
behind
with
an
axe
,
but
his
helm
turned
the
blow
,
and
his
skull
was
left
ringing
when
it
might
have
been
split
.
Dazed
,
it
was
all
he
could
do
to
roll
.
His
attacker
charged
screaming
.
Davos
grasped
his
sword
in
both
hands
and
drove
it
up
point
-
first
into
the
man
’
s
belly
.
One
of
his
crewmen
pulled
him
back
to
his
feet
.
"
Captain
ser
,
the
Hart
is
ours
.
"
It
was
true
,
Davos
saw
.
Most
of
the
enemy
were
dead
,
dying
,
or
yielded
.
He
took
off
his
helm
,
wiped
blood
from
his
face
,
and
made
his
way
back
to
his
own
ship
,
trodding
carefully
on
boards
slimy
with
men
’
s
guts
.
Matthos
lent
him
a
hand
to
help
him
back
over
the
rail
.
For
those
few
instants
,
Black
Betha
and
White
Hart
were
the
calm
eye
in
the
midst
of
the
storm
.
Queen
Alysanne
and
Lady
of
Silk
,
still
locked
together
,
were
a
raging
green
inferno
,
drifting
downriver
and
dragging
pieces
of
Lady
’
s
Shame
.
One
of
the
Myrish
galleys
had
slammed
into
them
and
was
now
afire
as
well
.
Cat
was
taking
on
men
from
the
fast
-
sinking
Courageous
.
The
captain
of
Dragonsbane
had
driven
her
between
two
quays
,
ripping
out
her
bottom
;
her
crew
poured
ashore
with
the
archers
and
men
-
at
-
arms
to
join
the
assault
on
the
walls
.
Red
Raven
,
rammed
,
was
slowly
listing
.
Stag
of
the
Sea
was
fighting
fires
and
boarders
both
,
but
the
fiery
heart
had
been
raised
over
Joffrey
’
s
Loyal
Man
.
Fury
,
her
proud
bow
smashed
in
by
a
boulder
,
was
engaged
with
Godsgrace
.
He
saw
Lord
Velaryon
’
s
Pride
of
Driftmark
crash
between
two
Lannister
river
runners
,
overturning
one
and
lighting
the
other
up
with
fire
arrows
.
On
the
south
bank
,
knights
were
leading
their
mounts
aboard
the
cogs
,
and
some
of
the
smaller
galleys
were
already
making
their
way
across
,
laden
with
men
-
at
-
arms
.
They
had
to
thread
cautiously
between
sinking
ships
and
patches
of
drifting
wildfire
.
The
whole
of
King
Stannis
’
s
fleet
was
in
the
river
now
,
save
for
Salladhor
Saan
’
s
Lyseni
.
Soon
enough
they
would
control
the
Blackwater
.
Ser
Imry
will
have
his
victory
,
Davos
thought
,
and
Stannis
will
bring
his
host
across
,
but
gods
be
good
,
the
cost
of
this
.
.
.
"
Captain
ser
!
"
Matthos
touched
his
shoulder
.
It
was
Swordfish
,
her
two
banks
of
oars
lifting
and
falling
.
She
had
never
brought
down
her
sails
,
and
some
burning
pitch
had
caught
in
her
rigging
.
The
flames
spread
as
Davos
watched
,
creeping
out
over
ropes
and
sails
until
she
trailed
a
head
of
yellow
flame
.
Her
ungainly
iron
ram
,
fashioned
after
the
likeness
of
the
fish
from
which
she
took
her
name
,
parted
the
surface
of
the
river
before
her
.
Directly
ahead
,
drifting
toward
her
and
swinging
around
to
present
a
tempting
plump
target
,
was
one
of
the
Lannister
hulks
,
floating
low
in
the
water
.
Slow
green
blood
was
leaking
out
between
her
boards
.
When
he
saw
that
,
Davos
Seaworth
’
s
heart
stopped
beating
.
