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with the years, they had also made him more determined than any man alive. He was born a lord's son and died a king,
murdered by a jealous god, Aeron thought, and now the storm is coming, a storm such as these isles have never known,


It was long after dark by the time the priest espied the spiky iron battlements of the Hammerhorn clawing at the crescent
moon. Gorold's keep was hulking and blocky, its great stones quarried from the cliff that loomed behind it. Below its walls the
entrances of caves and ancient mines yawned like toothless black mouths. The Hammerhorn's iron gates had been closed
and barred for the night. Aeron beat on them with a rock, until the clanging woke a guard.


The youth who admitted him was the image of Gormond, whose horse he'd taken. "Which one are you?" Aeron demanded.


"Gran. My father awaits you within"


The hall was dank and drafty, full of shadows. One of Gorold's daughters offered the priest a horn of ale. Another poked at a
sullen fire that was giving off more smoke than heat. Gorold Goodbrother himself was talking quietly with a slim man in fine
grey robes, who wore about his neck a chain of many metals that marked him for a maester of the Citadel.


"Where is Gormond?" Gorold asked when he saw Aeron.


"He returns afoot. Send your women away, my lord. And the maester as well." He had no love of maesters. Their ravens
were creatures of the Storm God, and he did not trust their healing, not since Urri. No proper man would choose a life of
thralldom, nor forge a chain of servitude To wear about his throat.


"Gysella, Gwin, leave us," Goodbrother said curtly. "You as well, Gran. Maester Murenmure will stay."


"He will go," insisted Aeron.


"This is my hall, Damphair. It is not for you to say who must go and who remains. The maester stays."




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The man lives too far from the sea, Aeron told himself. "Then I shall go," he told Goodbrother. Dry rushes rustled underneath
the cracked soles of his bare black feet as he turned and stalked away. It seemed he had ridden a long way for naught,


Aeron was almost at the door when the maester cleared his throat and said, "Euron Crow's Eye sits the Seastone Chair."