"It seems our three dragon eggs were a matter of chance, too. The greatest secret died with Aerys." Gendry sat in the chair on the raised dais, which gave him a view of everything on the table. Carefully designed, the chair stood precisely where Dragonstone lay offshore.
Balerion suddenly flew down and landed on Gendry's lap. The other two little dragons descended as well, chasing each other as they came down.
"For now, we should protect the dragons and dragon eggs we have," Ser Barristan Selmy said.
"His Highness's three dragon eggs are with Princess Daenerys. The princess has been looking after them very well," Qyburn replied.
"Yes." Gendry nodded. "Those eggs are alive. She hopes they will hatch in a brazier, but I think that will be very difficult."
"Times have changed," Ser Barristan Selmy said. "Magic dragons vanished a hundred and fifty years ago. The arts of taming and riding dragons have been lost, and the few exceedingly rare books are hard to find. Even House Targaryen knew very little, and Princess Daenerys's knowledge is more fragmentary still."
Gendry and Daenerys were now learning to tame dragons as though starting from scratch, and their knowledge was incomplete. Gendry knew somewhat more, however, and the Firebinder ring, which commanded flames, also helped him control and protect the dragons.
"As far as I know, some remain, but I fear they are locked in the Citadel's cellars. Septon Barth's Dragons, Wyrms, and Winged Serpents: An Unnatural History, Blood and Fire, Maester Tomax's The Dragon Kings: House Targaryen's Journey from Exile to Apotheosis, with a Discussion of the Life and Death of Dragons, and others." Qyburn looked at the white knight as he spoke.
"Contentment is a virtue, yet people are never content," Gendry sighed. He had three dragons and three dragon