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The truth is, Davos is scared.
He is a simple man in many ways but he likes to think he is a sensible one and there are somethings that no simple man should ever meddle with. He has rose too high, that is the truth. Rose too high and made enemies out of those who resent it.
This is their work, he thinks, it has to be. Her work or that of her god. They have snatched him from his bed and friends and brought him to a land he did not know, mayhap a hundred miles from Eastwatch, where he is surrounded by foreign trees in a foreign land without the King's mercy to fall back upon. It is an ill deed and it speaks of power beyond anything a simple smuggler can reckon with.
He makes himself walk forward calmly, because a man who panicked at sea did not live long and, as he concentrates on putting one foot in front of another, he reaches absently for his neck and the luck which is no longer there. And when his fingers close around nothing he feels its loss anew.
There is a building up ahead, he notes and he tells himself that he should feel no fear. He is a Lord and the King's Hand and armed besides. Poor shields they might be but they are all he has and so they will have to suffice.
Mouthing a silent prayer to his gods, he removes his cloak as a sign of respect and steps forward into the light of the mansion.
Typist's note: Hello. This is Davos Seaworth, yet another new character from a Song of Ice and Fire. He's taken from the end of Book 3. I'm new as well so hello, everybody.
He is a simple man in many ways but he likes to think he is a sensible one and there are somethings that no simple man should ever meddle with. He has rose too high, that is the truth. Rose too high and made enemies out of those who resent it.
This is their work, he thinks, it has to be. Her work or that of her god. They have snatched him from his bed and friends and brought him to a land he did not know, mayhap a hundred miles from Eastwatch, where he is surrounded by foreign trees in a foreign land without the King's mercy to fall back upon. It is an ill deed and it speaks of power beyond anything a simple smuggler can reckon with.
He makes himself walk forward calmly, because a man who panicked at sea did not live long and, as he concentrates on putting one foot in front of another, he reaches absently for his neck and the luck which is no longer there. And when his fingers close around nothing he feels its loss anew.
There is a building up ahead, he notes and he tells himself that he should feel no fear. He is a Lord and the King's Hand and armed besides. Poor shields they might be but they are all he has and so they will have to suffice.
Mouthing a silent prayer to his gods, he removes his cloak as a sign of respect and steps forward into the light of the mansion.
Typist's note: Hello. This is Davos Seaworth, yet another new character from a Song of Ice and Fire. He's taken from the end of Book 3. I'm new as well so hello, everybody.