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Prologue

           Shewouldbetenonhernextnameday,andshewasthesaddestchildthatMaesterCressenhadeverknown.Hersadnessismyshame,theoldmanthought,anothermarkofmyfailure."MaesterPylos,domeakindnessandbringthebirddownfromtherookeryfortheLadyShireen."

           "Itwouldbemypleasure."Pyloswasapoliteyouth,nomorethanfive-and-twenty,yetsolemnasamanofsixty.Ifonlyhehadmorehumor,morelifeinhim;thatwaswhatwasneededhere.Grimplacesneededlightening,notsolemnity,andDragonstonewasgrimbeyondadoubt,alonelycitadelinthewetwastesurroundedbystormandsalt,withthesmokingshadowofthemountainatitsback.Amaestermustgowhereheissent,soCressenhadcomeherewithhislordsometwelveyearspast,andhehadserved,andservedwell.YethehadneverlovedDragonstone,noreverfelttrulyathomehere.Oflate,whenhewokefromrestlessdreamsinwhichtheredwomanfigureddisturbingly,heoftendidnotknowwherehewas.

           ThefoolturnedhispatchedandpiebaldheadtowatchPylosclimbthesteepironstepstotherookery.Hisbellsrangwiththemotion."Underthesea,thebirdshavescalesforfeathers,"hesaid,clang-a-langing."Iknow,Iknow,oh,oh,oh."

           Evenforafool,Patchfacewasasorrything.Perhapsoncehecouldevokegalesoflaughterwithaquip,buttheseahadtakenthatpowerfromhim,alongwithhalfhiswitsandallhismemory.Hewassoftandobese,subjecttotwitchesandtrembles,incoherentasoftenasnot.

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