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"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
NOOOOOOOO
!
"
Above
the
roar
and
crash
of
battle
,
no
one
heard
him
but
Matthos
.
Certainly
the
captain
of
the
Swordfish
did
not
,
intent
as
he
was
on
finally
spearing
something
with
his
ungainly
fat
sword
.
The
Swordfish
went
to
battle
speed
.
Davos
lifted
his
maimed
hand
to
clutch
at
the
leather
pouch
that
held
his
fingerbones
.
With
a
grinding
,
splintering
,
tearing
crash
,
Swordfish
split
the
rotted
hulk
asunder
.
She
burst
like
an
overripe
fruit
,
but
no
fruit
had
ever
screamed
that
shattering
wooden
scream
.
From
inside
her
Davos
saw
green
gushing
from
a
thousand
broken
jars
,
poison
from
the
entrails
of
a
dying
beast
,
glistening
,
shining
,
spreading
across
the
surface
of
the
river
.
.
.
"
Back
water
,
"
he
roared
.
"
Away
.
Get
us
off
her
,
back
water
,
back
water
!
"
The
grappling
lines
were
cut
,
and
Davos
felt
the
deck
move
under
his
feet
as
Black
Betha
pushed
free
of
White
Hart
.
Her
oars
slid
down
into
the
water
.
Then
he
heard
a
short
sharp
woof
,
as
if
someone
had
blown
in
his
ear
.
Half
a
heartbeat
later
came
the
roar
.
The
deck
vanished
beneath
him
,
and
black
water
smashed
him
across
the
face
,
filling
his
nose
and
mouth
.
He
was
choking
,
drowning
.
Unsure
which
way
was
up
,
Davos
wrestled
the
river
in
blind
panic
until
suddenly
he
broke
the
surface
.
He
spat
out
water
,
sucked
in
air
,
grabbed
hold
of
the
nearest
chunk
of
debris
,
and
held
on
.
Swordfish
and
the
hulk
were
gone
,
blackened
bodies
were
floating
downstream
beside
him
,
and
choking
men
clinging
to
bits
of
smoking
wood
.
Fifty
feet
high
,
a
swirling
demon
of
green
flame
danced
upon
the
river
.
It
had
a
dozen
hands
,
in
each
a
whip
,
and
whatever
they
touched
burst
into
fire
.
He
saw
Black
Betha
burning
,
and
White
Hart
and
Loyal
Man
to
either
side
.
Piety
,
Cat
,
Courageous
,
Sceptre
,
Red
Raven
,
Harridan
,
Faithful
,
Fury
,
they
had
all
gone
up
,
Kingslander
and
Godsgrace
as
well
,
the
demon
was
eating
his
own
.
Lord
Velaryon
’
s
shining
Pride
of
Driftmark
was
trying
to
turn
,
but
the
demon
ran
a
lazy
green
finger
across
her
silvery
oars
and
they
flared
up
like
so
many
tapers
.
For
an
instant
she
seemed
to
be
stroking
the
river
with
two
banks
of
long
bright
torches
.
The
current
had
him
in
its
teeth
by
then
,
spinning
him
around
and
around
.
He
kicked
to
avoid
a
floating
patch
of
wildfire
My
sons
,
Davos
thought
,
but
there
was
no
way
to
look
for
them
amidst
the
roaring
chaos
.
Another
hulk
heavy
with
wildfire
went
up
behind
him
.
The
Blackwater
itself
seemed
to
boil
in
its
bed
,
and
burning
spars
and
burning
men
and
pieces
of
broken
ships
filled
the
air
.
I
’
m
being
swept
out
into
the
bay
.
It
wouldn
’
t
be
as
bad
there
;
he
ought
to
be
able
to
make
shore
,
he
was
a
strong
swimmer
.
Salladhor
Saan
’
s
galleys
would
be
out
in
the
bay
as
well
,
Ser
Imry
had
commanded
them
to
stand
off
.
.
.
And
then
the
current
turned
him
about
again
,
and
Davos
saw
what
awaited
him
downstream
.
