Melisandre's scarlet cloak snapped fiercely in the wind, like a blazing flame.
"Devan, what are you thinking about?"
Devan came back to himself. He raised his head and looked at the utterly captivating Melisandre in the saddle.
Her red eyes gleamed with a strange light, as though they could see straight into Devan's heart. His lips moved slightly, and only after a long while did he manage to speak. "Uh, my lady, we..."
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "...Where do you intend to go?"
A boy in love always seemed especially clumsy. Melisandre gave a soft laugh and asked in return, "Do you have any good ideas?"
"I will follow your orders. I can go anywhere." Devan's voice was full of resolve, but as he spoke, he seemed to suddenly recall something and fell silent.
After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "I suggest you go to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. At least it is safe there. I heard that Crabb Trading Company is repairing the docks, and the Blue Cloaks and a protective fleet are stationed there."
"If we're lucky, we might run into some of my father's men there." Devan turned around and walked backward as he looked at Melisandre. "We can hire a ship. Wherever you want to go, we can go."
"Mm, not a bad idea."
Melisandre's eyes brimmed with amusement. "The night is dark and full of terrors. Little Onion, tonight's fireworks have yet to burn out."
At her words, confusion flickered through Devan's clear eyes. When he heard "Little Onion," he could not help glancing at the horse beside him.
Then he suddenly paused.
He swiftly turned back, first peering into the distance ahead. Then his eyes widened slightly, and he blurted out, "This direction... seems to lead to the camp of the Northmen, my