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Tyrion

           

           Hesawanotherofthehulkshe’dstuffedfullofKingAerys’sficklefruitsengulfedbythehungryflames.Afountainofburningjaderosefromtheriver,theblastsobrighthehadtoshieldhiseyes.Plumesoffirethirtyandfortyfeethighdanceduponthewaters,cracklingandhissing.Forafewmomentstheywashedoutthescreams.Therewerehundredsinthewater,drowningorburningordoingalittleofboth.

           Doyouhearthemshrieking,Stannis?Doyouseethemburning?Thisisyourworkasmuchasmine.SomewhereinthatseethingmassofmensouthoftheBlackwater,Stanniswaswatchingtoo,Tyrionknew.He’dneverhadhisbrotherRobert’sthirstforbattle.Hewouldcommandfromtherear,fromthereserve,muchasLordTywinLannisterwaswonttodo.Likeasnot,hewassittingawarhorserightnow,cladinbrightarmor,hiscrownuponhishead.Acrownofredgold,Varyssays,itspointsfashionedintheshapesofflames.

           "Myships."Joffrey’svoicecrackedasheshoutedupfromthewallwalk,wherehehuddledwithhisguardsbehindtheramparts.Thegoldencircletofkingshipadornedhisbattlehelm."MyKingslander’sburning,QueenCersei,LoyalMan.Look,that’sSeaflower,there."Hepointedwithhisnewsword,outtowherethegreenflameswerelickingatSeaflower’sgoldenhullandcreepingupheroars.Hercaptainhadturnedherupriver,butnotquicklyenoughtoevadethewildfire.

           Shewasdoomed,Tyrionknew.Therewasnootherway.

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