"You'll have the chance. You'll ride a dragon across the Seven Kingdoms, just like the Conqueror did," Dacey answered confidently.
Gendry listened to their conversation with a smile. Tarth and Bear Island were entirely different.
But then Dacey asked Gendry for help, struggling to get the words out.
"Your Highness," Dacey said. "You can pardon Ser Jorah, but I wonder if you could try persuading him. His father is getting old. He ought at least to visit his father and listen to his advice."
"I'll speak to him again." Gendry nodded.
Gendry naturally understood Jorah's hang-up. A man could fail, but he could never slink home in defeat.
Jorah still wanted to return home in wealth and glory, to hold his head high before Lynesse Hightower. Asking him to rush off to the Night's Watch now would leave a fire inside him unspent. Besides, the great bear was a man with desires, and he would not give them up easily.
"My mother and the rest of us haven't seen my cousin in a very long time. I gave him the letter, but he wouldn't talk to me much," Dacey said, somewhat dejected.
Poor knight, Daenerys thought.
"Jorah and that woman were terribly ill-suited," Gendry remarked.
"He should have found a Northern woman who could fight great bears and wild wolves, instead of finding a noble lady from the south to satisfy his desires and vanity," Dacey answered after a long silence.
"That lady was from House Hightower." Daenerys had gleaned some answers from the details.
As they discussed Ser Jorah's past, another message arrived.
"A letter from the Lord Hand," Anguy said. "From the Tower of the Hand in King's Landing."
Gendry opened the letter. It concerned the coronation ceremony to be held at the Dragonpit, including some remaining details: