The Burned Men had left the mountains, and now the Tree Men tribe was leaving too.
"That's not true!" Doss roared, brandishing the greatsword in his hands.
"Are you really richer than the lions and eagles?" Doss asked doubtfully.
"Absolutely." The Blackfish stepped forward too and patted his armor, his cloak fastened over it with a black fish clasp. "Our prince has tens of thousands of men armored like this. You can strike at the lions' flank. You might even find Timett."
A moment later, another Indigenous People knight came rushing over in a Shadowcat cloak. A great snake was tattooed on his face, making him look like a warrior of the Milk Snakes, and he carried a pitchfork.
"Have you settled it, Doss?" the Milk Snakes warrior asked. He was very thin, with only that tattoo standing out starkly.
Doss approached the Milk Snakes warrior and murmured a few words.
The Milk Snakes warrior nodded and whispered, "We don't want gold. The children and mothers are starving. Weapons are worth more than gold. Since Timett has left the mountains, we can leave too. If winter comes again, we'll eat all our sheep and horses."
"Lowland lords' gold is as worthless as a dwarf's words," Doss mused.
"If you haven't even got that much courage, you can only wait for the Burned Men to kill you."
"Of course I'm not afraid!" Doss roared, brandishing his greatsword. "My sword can prove our words."
"You haven't many chances left, once my soldiers charge."
"Man from below the mountains, chieftain of the stag!" the Milk Snakes warrior hurriedly called out. "The Milk Snakes and Tree Men tribe are willing to follow you to the Riverlands to fight the lions. But when?"
"When this banner appears again." Gendry tossed his Four-Part Banner Cloak to