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Who really focuses on him or me? "What reasons did the masters give for their refusals?" he asked Ser Davos. "Indeed, with regards to that, some gave me delicate words and some dull, some madepardons, a few commitments, some main lies." He shrugged. "In the end, words are simply wind." "You could present it to him with no expectation?""Just the bogus sort, and I'd not do that," Davos said. "He got his reality from me." Maester Cressen recalled the day Davos had been knighted, the attack of Tempest's End. The little post had held the palace for nearly a year, against the incredible host of the Masters, Tyrell and Redwyne. Indeed, even the ocean was shut against them, watched constantly by Redwyne galleys flying the burgundy flags of the Arbor. Inside Tempest's End, the ponies had long since been eaten, the canines and felines were gone, and the post was down to roots and rodents. Then came a night when the moon was new and dark mists concealed the stars. Davos the bootlegger had attempted the Redwyne cordon as well as the stones of Shipbreaker Inlet. His little boat had a dark frame, dark sails, dark paddles, and a hold packed with onions and salt fish. Adequately minimal, yet it had kept the post alive long enough for Eddard Obvious to arrive at Tempest's End and break the attack. Master Stannis had compensated Davos with decision lands on Cape Fury, a little keep, and a knight's distinction... However, he had also stated that he would lose the ajoint of each finger on his left hand to pay for his long stretches of pirating. Davos had submitted, relying on the prerequisite that Stannis use the blade himself;he would acknowledge no discipline from lesser hands. The master had utilized an abutcher's knife, the better to cut perfectly and validly. A while later, Davos had picked the name Seaworth for his new-made house, and he took for his pennant a dark boat on a pale, dim field—with an onion on its sails. The one-time dealer was partial to saying that Ruler Stannis had done him a favor by giving him four fewer fingernails to spot and trim. No, Cressen reasoned, a man like that would not give false hope or a harsh reality. In any event, for a manlike ruler like Stannis, the truth can be a harsh word. He considers simply getting back to the Ruler's Arrival in the