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Davos

           LordStannismostofall.

           Paleflameslickedatthegreysky.Darksmokerose,twistingandcurling.Whenthewindpushedittowardthem,menblinkedandweptandrubbedtheireyes.Allardturnedhisheadaway,coughingandcursing.Atasteofthingstocome,thoughtDavos.Manyandmorewouldburnbeforethiswarwasdone.

           Melisandrewasrobedallinscarletsatinandbloodvelvet,hereyesasredasthegreatrubythatglistenedatherthroatasifittoowereafire."InancientbooksofAsshaiitiswrittenthattherewillcomeadayafteralongsummerwhenthestarsbleedandthecoldbreathofdarknessfallsheavyontheworld.Inthisdreadhourawarriorshalldrawfromthefireaburningsword.AndthatswordshallbeLightbringer,theRedSwordofHeroes,andhewhoclaspsitshallbeAzorAhaicomeagain,andthedarknessshallfleebeforehim."Sheliftedhervoice,soitcarriedoutoverthegatheredhost."AzorAhai,belovedofR’hllor!TheWarriorofLight,theSonofFire!Comeforth,yourswordawaitsyou!Comeforthandtakeitintoyourhand!"

           StannisBaratheonstrodeforwardlikeasoldiermarchingintobattle.Hissquiressteppeduptoattendhim.DavoswatchedashissonDevanpulledalongpaddedgloveovertheking’srighthand.Theboyworeacream-coloreddoubletwithafieryheartsewnonthebreast.BryenFarringwassimilarlygarbedashetiedastiffleathercapearoundHisGrace’sneck.Behind,Davosheardafaintclankandclatterofbells.

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