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Prologue

           Hehadstoppedtocatchhisbreathandeasethepaininhishipwhenheheardthescuffofbootsonstone,andcameface-to-facewithSerDavosSeaworth,descending.

           Davoswasaslightman,hislowbirthwrittenplainuponacommonface.Awell-worngreencloak,stainedbysaltandsprayandfadedfromthesun,drapedhisthinshoulders,overbrowndoubletandbreechesthatmatchedbrowneyesandhair.Abouthisneckapouchofwornleatherhungfromathong.Hissmallbeardwaswell-pepperedwithgrey,andheworealeathergloveonhismaimedlefthand.WhenhesawCressen,hecheckedhisdescent.

           "SerDavos,"themaestersaid."Whendidyoureturn?"

           "Intheblackofmorning.Myfavoritetime."ItwassaidthatnoonehadeverhandledashipbynighthalfsowellasDavosShorthand.BeforeLordStannishadknightedhim,hehadbeenthemostnotoriousandelusivesmugglerinalltheSevenKingdoms.

           "And?"

           Themanshookhishead."Itisasyouwarnedhim.Theywillnotrise,Maester.Notforhim.Theydonotlovehim."

           No,Cressenthought.Norwilltheyever.Heisstrong,able,just...aye,justpastthepointofwisdom...yetitisnotenough.Ithasneverbeenenough."Youspoketothemall?"

           "All?No.Onlythosethatwouldseeme.Theydonotlovemeeither,thesehighborns.TothemI’llalwaysbetheOnionKnight."

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