"There's much I don't understand," Davos admitted. "I have never pretended elsewise. I know the seas and rivers, the shapes of the coasts, where the rocks and shoals lie. I know hidden coves where a boat can land unseen. And I know that a king protects his people, or he is no king at all."
“Her name is Brienne,” Jaime said. “Brienne, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?