Facedown in the shallow sea floated Emmond, pale and cold and peaceful. No more air was bubbling from his mouth, and all the strength had gone out of his limbs. Bless him with salt, bless him with stone, bless him with steel.'įinally, it was done. 'Lord God who drowned for us,' the priest prayed, in a voice as deep as the sea, 'let Emmond your servant be reborn from the sea, as you were. Four of his drowned men waded out to seize the wretch and hold him underwater. He began to kick and thrash so wildly that Aeron had to call for help. It does no good to fight.'Įither the boy could not hear him with his head beneath the waves, or else his faith had utterly deserted him. Fill your lungs with water, that you may die and be reborn. Open your mouth and drink deep of god's blessing.

'We came from the sea, and to the sea we must return.

Standing waist-deep in the surf, Aeron seized the naked boy by the shoulders and pushed his head back down as he tried to snatch a breath. The first three men had offered their lives to the Drowned God fearlessly, but the fourth was weak in faith and began to struggle as his lungs cried out for air. It was a bleak, cold morning, and the sea was as leaden as the sky. The ironborn go through a ritual when they come of age where they drown themselves, only to be resuscitated afterwards.

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