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Davos

           

           AndsoitwasthathefoundhimselfoncemorecrossingShipbreakerBayinthedarkofnight,steeringatinyboatwithablacksail.Theskywasthesame,andthesea.Thesamesaltsmellwasintheair,andthewaterchucklingagainstthehullwasjustasherememberedit.Athousandflickeringcampfiresburnedaroundthecastle,asthefiresoftheTyrellsandRedwyneshadsixteenyearsbefore.Butalltherestwasdifferent.

           ThelasttimeitwaslifeIbroughttoStorm’sEnd,shapedtolooklikeonions.Thistimeitisdeath,intheshapeofMelisandreofAsshai.Sixteenyearsago,thesailshadcrackedandsnappedwitheveryshiftofwind,untilhe’dpulledthemdownandgoneonwithmuffledoars.Evenso,hishearthadbeeninhisgullet.ThemenontheRedwynegalleyshadgrownlaxaftersolong,however,andtheyhadslippedthroughthecordonsmoothasblacksatin.Thistime,theonlyshipsinsightbelongedtoStannis,andtheonlydangerwouldcomefromwatchersonthecastlewalls.Evenso,Davoswastautasabowstring.

           Melisandrehuddleduponathwart,lostinthefoldsofadarkredcloakthatcoveredherfromheadtoheels,herfaceapalenessbeneaththecowl.Davoslovedthewater.Hesleptbestwhenhehadadeckrockingbeneathhim,andthesighingofthewindinhisriggingwasasweetersoundtohimthananyasingercouldmakewithhisharpstrings.Eventheseabroughthimnocomforttonight,though."Icansmellthefearonyou,serknight,"theredwomansaidsoftly.

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