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If
we
had
not
come
forth
to
meet
them
,
Stannis
would
have
sensed
the
trap
.
An
arrow
could
be
aimed
,
and
a
spear
,
even
the
stone
from
a
catapult
,
but
wildfire
had
a
will
of
its
own
.
Once
loosed
,
it
was
beyond
the
control
of
mere
men
.
"
It
could
not
be
helped
,
"
he
told
his
nephew
.
"
Our
fleet
was
doomed
in
any
case
.
"
Even
from
atop
the
merlon
—
he
had
been
too
short
to
see
over
the
ramparts
,
so
he
’
d
had
them
boost
him
up
—
the
flames
and
smoke
and
chaos
of
battle
made
it
impossible
for
Tyrion
to
see
what
was
happening
downriver
under
the
castle
,
but
he
had
seen
it
a
thousand
times
in
his
mind
’
s
eye
.
Bronn
would
have
whipped
the
oxen
into
motion
the
moment
Stannis
’
s
flagship
passed
under
the
Red
Keep
;
the
chain
was
ponderous
heavy
,
and
the
great
winches
turned
but
slowly
,
creaking
and
rumbling
.
The
whole
of
the
usurper
’
s
fleet
would
have
passed
by
the
time
the
first
glimmer
of
metal
could
be
seen
beneath
the
water
.
The
links
would
emerge
dripping
-
wet
,
some
glistening
with
mud
,
link
by
link
by
link
,
until
the
whole
great
chain
stretched
taut
.
King
Stannis
had
rowed
his
fleet
up
the
Blackwater
,
but
he
would
not
row
out
again
.
Even
so
,
some
were
getting
away
.
A
river
’
s
current
was
a
tricky
thing
,
and
the
wildfire
was
not
spreading
as
evenly
as
he
had
hoped
.
The
main
channel
was
all
aflame
,
but
a
good
many
of
the
Myrmen
had
made
for
the
south
bank
and
looked
to
escape
unscathed
,
and
at
least
eight
ships
had
landed
under
the
city
walls
.
Landed
or
wrecked
,
but
it
comes
to
the
same
thing
,
they
’
ve
put
men
ashore
.
Worse
,
a
good
part
of
the
south
wing
of
the
enemy
’
s
first
two
battle
lines
had
been
well
upstream
of
the
inferno
when
the
hulks
went
up
.
Stannis
would
be
left
with
thirty
or
forty
galleys
,
at
a
guess
;
more
than
enough
to
bring
his
whole
host
across
,
once
they
had
regained
their
courage
.
That
might
take
a
bit
of
time
;
even
the
bravest
would
be
dismayed
after
watching
a
thousand
or
so
of
his
fellows
consumed
by
wildfire
.
Hallyne
said
that
sometimes
the
substance
burned
so
hot
that
flesh
melted
like
tallow
.
Yet
even
so
.
.
.
Tyrion
had
no
illusions
where
his
own
men
were
concerned
.
If
the
battle
looks
to
be
going
sour
they
’
ll
break
,
and
they
’
ll
break
bad
,
Jacelyn
Bywater
had
warned
him
,
so
the
only
way
to
win
was
to
make
certain
the
battle
stayed
sweet
,
start
to
finish
.
He
could
see
dark
shapes
moving
through
the
charred
ruins
of
the
riverfront
wharfs
.
Time
for
another
sortie
,
he
thought
.
Men
were
never
so
vulnerable
as
when
they
first
staggered
ashore
.
He
must
not
give
the
foe
time
to
form
up
on
the
north
bank
.
He
scrambled
down
off
the
merlon
.
"
Tell
Lord
Jacelyn
we
’
ve
got
the
enemy
on
the
riverfront
,
"
he
said
to
one
of
the
runners
Bywater
had
assigned
him
.
To
another
he
said
,
"
Bring
my
compliments
to
Ser
Arneld
and
ask
him
to
swing
the
Whores
thirty
degrees
west
.
"
The
angle
would
allow
them
to
throw
farther
,
if
not
as
far
out
into
the
water
.
"
Mother
promised
I
could
have
the
Whores
,
"
Joffrey
said
.
Tyrion
was
annoyed
to
see
that
the
king
had
lifted
the
visor
of
his
helm
again
.
Doubtless
the
boy
was
cooking
inside
all
that
heavy
steel
.
.
.
but
the
last
thing
he
needed
was
some
stray
arrow
punching
through
his
nephew
’
s
eye
.
