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Prologue

           Hislord’sfaceswamupbeforehim,notthemanhewasbuttheboyhehadbeen,standingcoldintheshadowswhilethesunshoneonhiselderbrother.Whateverhedid,Roberthaddonefirst,andbetter.Poorboy...hemusthurry,forhissake.

           Themaesterfoundthecrystalswherehehadleftthem,andscoopedthemofftheparchment.Cressenownednohollowrings,suchasthepoisonersofLysweresaidtofavor,butamyriadofpocketsgreatandsmallweresewninsidetheloosesleevesofhisrobe.Hesecretedthestranglerseedsinoneofthem,threwopenhisdoor,andcalled,"Pylos?Whereareyou?"Whenheheardnoreply,hecalledagain,louder."Pylos,Ineedhelp."Stilltherecamenoanswer.Thatwasqueer;theyoungmaesterhadhiscellonlyahalfturndownthestair,withineasyearshot.

           Intheend,Cressenhadtoshoutfortheservants."Makehaste,"hetoldthem."Ihaveslepttoolong.Theywillbefeastingbynow...drinking...Ishouldhavebeenwoken."WhathadhappenedtoMaesterPylos?Truly,hedidnotunderstand.

           Againhehadtocrossthelonggallery.Anightwindwhisperedthroughthegreatwindows,sharpwiththesmellofthesea.TorchesflickeredalongthewallsofDragonstone,andinthecampbeyond,hecouldseehundredsofcookfiresburning,asifafieldofstarshadfallentotheearth.Above,thecometblazedredandmalevolent.Iamtoooldandwisetofearsuchthings,themaestertoldhimself.

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