Gendry had to rouse the Stormlands warriors while keeping their particular traits in mind. The Reach had the most knights, while the Westerlands had regularly trained, well-equipped troops. The Stormlands, however, favored reckless charges and fighting, worshipped martial prowess, and had little experience of large-scale battles. But Gendry let his victories speak for him; the Stormlands soldiers merely had to charge in after him.
"This forest really does stir up memories," Gendry said, looking around the Kingswood. He had never felt so deeply about it before, but as an army commander, he had to know the terrain thoroughly. Gendry's falcon circled above the army, that beautiful falcon.
"Yes, we have entered the Kingswood again, Your Highness," Ser Barristan Selmy said, gazing at the forest. The old knight felt even more stirred. Here, the previous generation of White Knights had destroyed the Kingswood Brotherhood together. The Kingswood was also where King Robert had met his end.
Ser Barristan wore a beautiful suit of armor, a gift from Gendry. The mail was gilded and exquisitely crafted, its joints as supple as fine leather; the plate armor was enameled, hard as solid ice and bright as fresh snow. Around his waist was a white leather sword belt with a golden buckle, a dagger on one side and a longsword on the other. A long white cloak was fastened at his shoulders.
"Through the Kingswood, and catch the lion." Gendry looked ahead and waved his riding crop.
"Through the Kingswood, and catch the lion!" The soldiers' spirits soared.
"The Reach behind us could still muster an army of a hundred thousand," Ser Barristan Selmy told Gendry with a trace of concern. "And its knights have yet to move. I heard they originally intended to fight for Lord Renly."
The Reach was second only to