"My condolences about Duke Hoster," Gendry said, comforting Duke Edmure.
"Thank you. He wasn't exactly young, really." Edmure nodded, grief on his face. In truth, he himself was no longer young, and his abilities were indeed mediocre.
Duke Mace Tyrell presented a three-foot-tall gold cup. Its body had been cast with seven sides, each studded with countless gems, and it had two elaborately decorated handles: a Ruby Lion, an Emerald Rose, an Agate Stag, a Silver Trout, a Sapphire Falcon, an Opal Sun, and a Pearl Direwolf.
Besides the cup, there was also a gold lid.
"The seven sides represent the Seven Kingdoms that submit to Your Grace," Lord Mace said. "Besides the Seven Kingdoms, the lid also bears the territories of Myr and Tyrosh."
"The only flaw is that the lion's head should be cut off. The kraken's head needs cutting off too," one Dornish lord remarked scathingly.
The assembled lords all laughed. Everyone knew that true peace had yet to come, unless the two great traitors in the Westerlands were crushed.
The crucial Duke Eddard Stark presented a Snowbear Pelt Cloak made of pure white fur. This Snowbear Pelt Cloak rivaled Daenerys's Hrakkar Lion White Cloak.
Snowbears were enormous creatures from beyond the Wall, said to reach thirteen feet when standing upright.
The last to appear was Duke Stannis Baratheon. His gift was a precious wood carving from the Stormlands, naturally formed into a leaping deer and a dragon spreading its wings. The Stormlands' specialties were precious timber and furs.
"What a rare thing," Gendry marveled.
Gendry accepted the gifts from the nations overseas. Many of the Two Daughters' senior figures, his trusted followers, had come.
The various guilds of Myr sent tapestries and fashionable curiosities, with Brown Ben personally leading the delegation. Little Silver Tongue, representing Tyrosh,