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发表于 2017-7-27 01:57:30 | 显示全部楼层 |阅读模式
“Aye. It’s time.” Stannis, Melisandre, and the queen’s men would be at their prayers an hour or more. The red priests lit their fires every day at sunset, to thank R’hllor for the day just ending, and beg him to send his sun back on the morrow to banish the gathering darkness with her, he would sanction everything at oncehe answered.. A smuggler must know the tides and when to seize them. That was all he was at the end of the day; Davos the smuggler. His maimed hand rose to his throat for his luck, and found nothing. He snatched it down and walked a bit more quickly.  His companions kept pace, matching their strides to his own. The Bastard of Nightsong had a pox-ravaged face and an air of tattered chivalry; Ser Gerald Gower was broad, bluff, and blond; Ser Andrew Estermont stood a head taller, with a spade-shaped beard and. They were all good men in their own ways, Davos thought. And they will all be dead men soon, if this night’s work goes badly.  “Fire is a living thing,” the red woman told him, when he asked her to teach him how to see the future in the flames.
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