Melisandre stared at Lynn's retreating back, her mind filled with confusion.
An army that played with fire?
And nothing more?
Those were miracles!
That was the power of a god!
What if he had mastered it too?
The power Stannis had displayed was enough to drive all of Westeros mad!
"My lord, you must not underestimate him!"
Melisandre's voice was filled with urgency.
"Stannis has gone mad! He must have witnessed a divine revelation himself. He is a fanatic now!"
"He will stop at nothing to kill you! In his eyes, you are a worshipper of a false god who stole divine power!"
Lynn turned, walked up to Melisandre, and reached out to gently pinch her smooth chin.
"Do you think I am?"
Looking into Lynn's eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything, Melisandre shuddered involuntarily.
"No! I don't believe you are!"
Melisandre shook her head firmly, her gaze utterly resolute.
"Good."
Lynn released her chin and nodded in satisfaction.
"Then what are you worried about?"
"What's so frightening about the Lord of Light? Does it have one more reproductive organ than I do?"
"If it hasn't come down here to destroy me itself, that means it has to rely on mortals too."
"And as long as they're mortals, I have plenty of ways to deal with them."
"Those blinded fools can only throw a few little fireballs. I really don't consider them a threat."
"There's an old saying where I come from: play with fire and you'll wet the bed. There's another: play with fire and you'll burn yourself."
"Let them come. Better yet, have Stannis bring every last person he can muster."
"I happen to need some experience... combat experience."
Experience?
Melisandre did not understand what he meant by that word.
But she could feel the undisguised