"You used bones from the North to appease Robb, while casually stripping your sister of quite a few guards; you supplied the Sworn Brothers with desperately needed men, while ridding the city of plenty of hungry mouths-and you did it all in a mocking fashion, to keep anyone from remarking on the dwarf's odd ways. Oh, truly flawless."
"That isn't the point anymore," Tyrion said, a little embarrassed. None of those things changed their current, pressing situation. "Did you find anything useful in the letters?"
"If we're talking about discoveries, I think there is one more thing," Varys said with a cheerful smile, looking resilient and dependable. Like the old maester, he seemed to have held on until the end.
"If Storm intends to divide his forces, that will be our best opportunity. Might that little contrivance of yours on the Blackwater Rush come in handy too?" Varys asked.
"It's nearly ready." Tyrion nodded. The chain, the Blackwater Rush, wildfire-all working together.
A smile passed over Varys's full lips. "I have faith in you, my lord."
"We have long since made our preparations. Now we have plenty of men and little food, with King's Landing at our backs. That is our advantage." Varys grew serious. "Rather than starve to death, we might as well stake everything on one fight."
"One more thing. Ships bound for Braavos. I need a nimble ship," Tyrion said. He had to send Myrcella away. That was his most urgent task.
Chapter 264: Dragon Trainer
At midday, Gendry and Daenerys Targaryen stood high in the courtyard of the Castle of Dragonstone, beneath Dragonmont. The Gold Four-Part Banner fluttered above the courtyard.
“Storm” Gendry was exceptionally tall, and the red gemstone in the pommel of Orphan-Maker, the famed Valyrian steel sword at his waist, shone brilliantly. Daenerys