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Prologue

           "Thankyou,ser,"hemurmured,turningtoseewhichknighthadcometohisaid...

           "Maester,"saidLadyMelisandre,herdeepvoiceflavoredwiththemusicoftheJadeSea."Yououghttakemorecare."Asever,sheworeredheadtoheel,alongloosegownofflowingsilkasbrightasfire,withdaggedsleevesanddeepslashesinthebodicethatshowedglimpsesofadarkerblood-redfabricbeneath.Aroundherthroatwasared-goldchokertighterthananymaester’schain,ornamentedwithasinglegreatruby.

           Herhairwasnottheorangeorstrawberrycolorofcommonred-hairedmen,butadeepburnishedcopperthatshoneinthelightofthetorches.Evenhereyeswerered...butherskinwassmoothandwhite,unblemished,paleascream.Slendershewas,graceful,tallerthanmostknights,withfullbreastsandnarrowwaistandaheart-shapedface.Men’seyesthatoncefoundherdidnotquicklylookaway,notevenamaester’seyes.Manycalledherbeautiful.Shewasnotbeautiful.Shewasred,andterrible,andred.

           "I...thankyou,mylady."

           "Amanyouragemustlooktowherehesteps,"Melisandresaidcourteously."Thenightisdarkandfullofterrors."

           Heknewthephrase,someprayerofherfaith.Itmakesnomatter,Ihaveafaithofmyown."Onlychildrenfearthedark,"hetoldher.Yetevenashesaidthewords,heheardPatchfacetakeuphissongagain."Theshadowscometodance,mylord,dancemylord,dancemylord.

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