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Prologue

           Hislefthandclosed,stubbyfingerslockingintoafist;Stannishadhackedtheendsoffatthelastjoint,allbutthethumb."IbrokebreadwithGulianSwannandoldPenrose,andtheTarthsconsentedtoamidnightmeetinginagrove.Theotherswell,BericDondarrionisgonemissing,somesaydead,andLordCaroniswithRenly.BrycetheOrange,oftheRainbowGuard."

           "TheRainbowGuard?"

           "Renly’smadehisownKingsguard,"theonetimesmugglerexplained,"butthesesevendon’twearwhite.Eachonehashisowncolor.LorasTyrell’stheirLordCommander."

           ItwasjustthesortofnotionthatwouldappealtoRenlyBaratheon;asplendidneworderofknighthood,withgorgeousnewraimenttoproclaimit.Evenasaboy,Renlyhadlovedbrightcolorsandrichfabrics,andhehadlovedhisgamesaswell."Lookatme!"hewouldshoutasheranlaughingthroughthehallsofStorm’sEnd."Lookatme,I’madragon,"or"Lookatme,I’mawizard,"or"Lookatme,lookatme,I’mtheraingod."

           Theboldlittleboywithwildblackhairandlaughingeyeswasamangrownnow,one-and-twenty,andstillheplayedhisgames.Lookatme,I’making,Cressenthoughtsadly.Oh,Renly,Renly,dearsweetchild,doyouknowwhatyouaredoing?Andwouldyoucareifyoudid?Isthereanyonewhocaresforhimbutme?"Whatreasonsdidthelordsgivefortheirrefusals?"heaskedSerDavos.

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