Cressen investigated the knights, skippers, and rulers sitting quiet.

Master Celtigar, aged and harsh, wore a mantle designed with red crabs picked out in garnets. Attractive Ruler Velaryon picked ocean green silk, the white gold seahorse at his throat matching his long fair hair. Salladhor Saan, the Lysene commander, was a sunburst of red silk, gold, and gems. Just Ser Davos was dressed basically, in an earthy colored doublet and a green fleecemantle, and just Ser Davos met his look with a look of regret in his eyes. "You are excessively sick and too confounded to even think about being useful to me, elderly person." It sounded so much like Ruler Stannis' voice, yet it couldn't be. It proved unable. "Pylos will direct me hence. As of now, he works with the ravens since you can never again move to the rookery. I won't have you off yourself in my administration. " Maester Cressen flickered. Stannis, my master, my miserable dour kid, child Inever had, you should not do this. Don't you know how I have really focused on you,lived for you, adored you in spite of all? Indeed, I adored you, better than Robert,or on the other hand, Renly, for you were the one I disliked, the person who required me most. However, all he said was, "As you order, my master, yet... yet I'm ravenous. Might not have a spot at your table? " I have a spot right next to you. Ser Davos rose from the seat. "I ought to be respected if the maester would stay here alongside me, Your Elegance." "As you will." Master Stannis stepped aside to speak with Melisandre, who had taken the honorable position at his right hand. Selyse was to his left, blazing a grin as splendid and fragile as her gems. Cressen thought bluntly, taking a gander at where Ser Davos was situated. The rulers' bannermen were between the dealer and the high table. I should be nearer to her in the event that I am to get the strangler into her cup. Yet how? The maester was probably capering, probably as the maester made his sluggish strategy for getting around the table to Davos Seaworth. "Here we eat fish," the nitwit pronounced cheerfully,waving a cod about like a staff. "Under the ocean, the fish eat us. I know, I know, gracious, goodness, gracious.