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will make all of us immortal.
Drey had wanted a larger party, but that might have attracted unwelcome attention, and every additional man doubled the risk of betrayal.
That much my father taught me, at the least.
Even when he was younger and stronger, Doran Martell had been a cautious man much given to silences and secrets.
It is time he put his burdens down, but I will suffer no slights to his honor or his person.
She would return him to his Water Gardens, to live out what years remained him surrounded by laughing children and the smell of limes and oranges.
Yes, and Quentyn can keep him company. Once I crown Myrcella and free the Sand Snakes, all Dorne will rally to my banners.
The Yronwoods might declare for Quentyn, but alone they were no threat. If they went over to Tommen and the Lannisters, she would have Darkstar destroy them root and branch.
    â€œI am tired,” Myrcella complained, after several hours in the saddle. “Is it much farther? Where are we going?”
    â€œPrincess Arianne is taking Your Grace to a place where you’ll be safe,” Ser Arys assured her.
    â€œIt is a long journey,” Arianne said, “but it will go easier once we reach the Greenblood. Some of Garin’s people will meet us there, the orphans of the river. They live on boats, and pole them up and down the Greenblood and its vassals, fishing and picking fruit and doing whatever work needs doing.”
    â€œAye,” Garin called out cheerfully, “and we sing and play and dance on water, and know much and more of healing. My mother is the best midwife in Westeros, and my father can cure warts.”
    â€œHow can you be orphans if you have mothers and fathers?” the girl asked.
    â€œThey are the Rhoynar,” Arianne explained, “and their Mother was the river Rhoyne.”
    Myrcella did not understand. “I thought
you
were the Rhoynar. You Dornishmen, I mean.”
    â€œWe are in part, Your Grace. Nymeria’s blood is in me, along with that of Mors Martell, the Dornish lord she married. On the day they wed, Nymeria fired her ships, so her people would understand that there could be no going back. Most were glad to see those flames, for their voyagings had been long and terrible before they came to Dorne, and many and more had been lost to storm, disease, and slavery. There were a few who mourned, however. They did not love this dry red land or its seven-faced god, so they clung to their old ways, hammered boats together from the hulks of the burned ships, and became the orphans of the Greenblood. The Mother in their songs is not
our
Mother, but Mother Rhoyne, whose waters nourished them from the dawn of days.”
    â€œI’d heard the Rhoynar had some turtle god,” said Ser Arys.
    â€œThe Old Man of the River is a lesser god,” said Garin. “He was born from Mother River too, and fought the Crab King to win dominion over all who dwell beneath the flowing waters.”
    â€œOh,” said Myrcella.
    â€œI understand you’ve fought some mighty battles too, Your Grace,” said Drey in his most cheerful voice. “It is said you show our brave Prince Trystane no mercy at the
cyvasse
table.”
    â€œHe always sets his squares up the same way, with all the mountains in the front and his elephants in the passes,” said Myrcella. “So I send my dragon through to eat his elephants.”
    â€œDoes your handmaid play the game as well?” asked Drey.
    â€œRosamund?” asked Myrcella. “No. I tried to teach her, but she said the rules were too hard.”
    â€œShe is a Lannister as well?” said Lady Sylva.
    â€œA Lannister of
Lannisport,
not a Lannister of Casterly Rock. Her hair is the same color as mine, but straight instead of curly. Rosamund doesn’t truly favor me, but when she dresses up in my clothes people who don’t know us think she’s me.”
    â€œYou have done this before, then?”
    â€œOh, yes. We traded places on the
Seaswift,
on the way to Braavos. Septa Eglantine put brown dye in my hair. She said we were doing it as a game, but it was meant to keep me safe in case the ship was taken by my uncle Stannis.”
    The girl was plainly growing tired, so Arianne called a halt. They watered the horses once again, rested for a bit, and had some cheese and fruit. Myrcella split an orange with Spotted Sylva, whilst Garin ate olives and spit the stones at Drey.
    Arianne had hoped to reach the river