"Are you in that much of a hurry?" Malaquo looked at the Yunkish.
"We have paid too much. We must recover some of our costs. The soldiers demand it too."
"Choose your own men. Send the greediest warships to the mouth of the Blackwater, and let some of my warships enter the Blackwater Rush alongside the ships from Slaver's Bay. That is my greatest concession," Malaquo said helplessly. Though the people of King's Landing ought to welcome their savior, he would not work for them for nothing. But he could wait a little longer.
"Thank you, Lord Archon. The boys have traveled all this way. They are truly exhausted," the Yunkish envoy cheered. A wave of laughter swept through the Yunkish delegation. They volunteered to take a contingent to "help" defend King's Landing.
Malaquo had no fondness for these ineffectual soldiers either. It would not affect the battle.
"Governor Rhaen, would you be willing to oversee the Yunkish?" Malaquo asked the governor of Lys, to keep Yunkai's useless slave soldiers in order.
"I would, my lord," the Lysene said. He was willing to remain on the river. Their warships were more numerous and stronger. Even after landing their troops, they could frighten King's Landing out of its wits.
Malaquo looked over his reinforcements: the Tiger Cloaks of Volantis, hired mercenary companies, the Unsullied of Astapor, gladiators from Meereen, slingers from Tolos, bowmen and crossbowmen from Elyria, and more.
"My lord, what if the Lannisters refuse to open the gates?" his adjutant asked in surprise. "Their warships seem to be luring us deeper in. This river mouth only allows twenty ships abreast at most."
"I came to save them, and they dare refuse to open the gates?" Malaquo said angrily. This was King's Landing's most desperate moment, so it would make