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It
was
just
the
sort
of
notion
that
would
appeal
to
Renly
Baratheon
;
a
splendid
new
order
of
knighthood
,
with
gorgeous
new
raiment
to
proclaim
it
.
Even
as
a
boy
,
Renly
had
loved
bright
colors
and
rich
fabrics
,
and
he
had
loved
his
games
as
well
.
"
Look
at
me
!
"
he
would
shout
as
he
ran
laughing
through
the
halls
of
Storm
’
s
End
.
"
Look
at
me
,
I
’
m
a
dragon
,
"
or
"
Look
at
me
,
I
’
m
a
wizard
,
"
or
"
Look
at
me
,
look
at
me
,
I
’
m
the
rain
god
.
"
The
bold
little
boy
with
wild
black
hair
and
laughing
eyes
was
a
man
grown
now
,
one
-
and
-
twenty
,
and
still
he
played
his
games
.
Look
at
me
,
I
’
m
a
king
,
Cressen
thought
sadly
.
Oh
,
Renly
,
Renly
,
dear
sweet
child
,
do
you
know
what
you
are
doing
?
And
would
you
care
if
you
did
?
Is
there
anyone
who
cares
for
him
but
me
?
"
What
reasons
did
the
lords
give
for
their
refusals
?
"
he
asked
Ser
Davos
.
"
Well
,
as
to
that
,
some
gave
me
soft
words
and
some
blunt
,
some
made
excuses
,
some
promises
,
some
only
lied
.
"
He
shrugged
.
"
In
the
end
words
are
just
wind
.
"
"
You
could
bring
him
no
hope
?
"
"
Only
the
false
sort
,
and
I
’
d
not
do
that
,
"
Davos
said
.
"
He
had
the
truth
from
me
.
"
Maester
Cressen
remembered
the
day
Davos
had
been
knighted
,
after
the
siege
of
Storm
’
s
End
.
Lord
Stannis
and
a
small
garrison
had
held
the
castle
for
close
to
a
year
,
against
the
great
host
of
the
Lords
Tyrell
and
Redwyne
.
Even
the
sea
was
closed
against
them
,
watched
day
and
night
by
Redwyne
galleys
flying
the
burgundy
banners
of
the
Arbor
.
Within
Storm
’
s
End
,
the
horses
had
long
since
been
eaten
,
the
dogs
and
cats
were
gone
,
and
the
garrison
was
down
to
roots
and
rats
.
Then
came
a
night
when
the
moon
was
new
and
black
clouds
hid
the
stars
.
Cloaked
in
that
darkness
,
Davos
the
smuggler
had
dared
the
Redwyne
cordon
and
the
rocks
of
Shipbreaker
Bay
alike
.
His
little
ship
had
a
black
hull
,
black
sails
,
black
oars
,
and
a
hold
crammed
with
onions
and
salt
fish
.
Little
enough
,
yet
it
had
kept
the
garrison
alive
long
enough
for
Eddard
Stark
to
reach
Storm
’
s
End
and
break
the
siege
.
Lord
Stannis
had
rewarded
Davos
with
choice
lands
on
Cape
Wrath
,
a
small
keep
,
and
a
knight
’
s
honors
.
.
.
but
he
had
also
decreed
that
he
lose
a
joint
of
each
finger
on
his
left
hand
,
to
pay
for
all
his
years
of
smuggling
.
Davos
had
submitted
,
on
the
condition
that
Stannis
wield
the
knife
himself
;
he
would
accept
no
punishment
from
lesser
hands
.
The
lord
had
used
a
butcher
’
s
cleaver
,
the
better
to
cut
clean
and
true
.
Afterward
,
Davos
had
chosen
the
name
Seaworth
for
his
new
-
made
house
,
and
he
took
for
his
banner
a
black
ship
on
a
pale
grey
field
—
with
an
onion
on
its
sails
.
The
onetime
smuggler
was
fond
of
saying
that
Lord
Stannis
had
done
him
a
boon
,
by
giving
him
four
less
fingernails
to
clean
and
trim
.
No
,
Cressen
thought
,
a
man
like
that
would
give
no
false
hope
,
nor
soften
a
hard
truth
.
"
Ser
Davos
,
truth
can
be
a
bitter
draught
,
even
for
a
man
like
Lord
Stannis
.
He
thinks
only
of
returning
to
King
’
s
Landing
in
the
fullness
of
his
power
,
to
tear
down
his
enemies
and
claim
what
is
rightfully
his
.
Yet
now
.
.
.
"
"
If
he
takes
this
meager
host
to
King
’
s
Landing
,
it
will
be
only
to
die
.
He
does
not
have
the
numbers
.
I
told
him
as
much
,
but
you
know
his
pride
.
"
Davos
held
up
his
gloved
hand
.
"
My
fingers
will
grow
back
before
that
man
bends
to
sense
.
"
