At the back of the crowd, the Green-Cloaked Knight of House Beesbury and his two companions had taken no part in the earlier discussion. Now, standing toward the rear, they exchanged a glance.
Then the Green-Cloaked Knight turned slightly, drawing the other two a few steps back, and said in a lowered voice, "Don't be too quick to believe a single word these men said tonight. The more readily House Hightower agreed, the more they were simply leaving themselves a way out. Whether they can assemble the fleet is one thing. Once they're out at sea, no one can say whether those ships will follow the Iron Throne's dragon."
"And look at those vassals of House Rowan just now. They had no intention of boarding the same ship as House Hightower. We won't know which way the wind is really blowing until we stand before His Grace Viserys tomorrow. Our best position now is behind them. Watch every step carefully, and don't be the first to leap forward on someone else's behalf."
"Then are we still going to see Duke Willas tonight?" the young man from House Cuy asked quietly.
"Of course we still need to go," the Green-Cloaked Knight said firmly. "But we aren't going to see Willas. We're going to see Lady Margaery. She's the one in Highgarden with the closest ties to Viserys. She may not have time to see us tonight, though, so we'll have to find an opportunity tomorrow or the day after."
"We'll tell her outright that House Hightower is secretly gathering people with the blood of the Valyrian Dragonlords. We'll tell her that the Citadel in Oldtown and the Faith of the Seven are also secretly supporting these efforts, or allowing them to continue. As long as we get this information into her