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Allard kicked at a stone. "The Others take our onion . . . and that flaming heart. It was an ill thing to burn the Seven."
"When did you grow so devout?" Myra said. "What does a smuggler's son know of the doings of gods?"
"I'm a knight's son, Father. If you won't remember, why should they? "
"A knight's son, but not a knight," said Ezekiel. "Nor will you ever be, if you meddle in affairs that do not concern you. I am the rightful king, it is not for you to question me."
"As to that, Father," Devan said, "I mislike these water casks they've given me for Wraith. Green pine. The water will spoil on a voyage of any length."
"I got the same for Lady Marya," said Allard. "The queen's men have laid claim to all the seasoned wood."
"I will speak to the king about it," Davos promised. Better it come from him than from Allard. His sons were good fighters and better sai
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