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Davos

           Hepushedonthetiller,andthesmallboatthrewupacurlofblackwaterassheturned.Melisandreleanedundertheswingingyard,onehandonthegunwale,calmasever.Woodcreaked,canvascracked,andwatersplashed,soloudlyamanmightswearthecastlewassuretohear.Davosknewbetter.TheendlesscrashofwaveonrockwastheonlysoundthateverpenetratedthemassiveseawardwallsofStorm’sEnd,andthatbutfaintly.

           Aripplingwakespreadoutbehindastheyswungbacktowardtheshore."Youspeakofmenandonions,"DavossaidtoMelisandre."Whatofwomen?Isitnotthesameforthem?Areyougoodorevil,mylady?"

           Thatmadeherchuckle."Oh,good.Iamaknightofsortsmyself,sweetser.Achampionoflightandlife."

           "Yetyoumeantokillamantonight,"hesaid."AsyoukilledMaesterCressen."

           "Yourmaesterpoisonedhimself.Hemeanttopoisonme,butIwasprotectedbyagreaterpowerandhewasnot."

           "AndRenlyBaratheon?Whowasitwhokilledhim?"

           Herheadturned.Beneaththeshadowofthecowl,hereyesburnedlikepaleredcandleflames."NotI."

           "Liar."Davoswascertainnow.

           Melisandrelaughedagain."Youarelostindarknessandconfusion,SerDavos."

           "Andagoodthing."DavosgesturedatthedistantlightsflickeringalongthewallsofStorm’sEnd.

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