"Long live Storm!" The crowd cheered wildly, their cheers for Gendry louder than for anyone else.
Randyll looked at that fool Hobber and felt a thrill of revenge, though he did not let it show on his face.
"There are still a few strong contenders this time," Lord Randyll Tarly told his son Dickon Tarly. "Can you tell who they are?"
"First are the two White Knights. Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Swann are both formidable. Ser Anguy of the Stormlands is a marksman, and Gulian Morrigen and Ronard Storm cannot be underestimated either.
"Lord Jason Mallister of Seaguard in the Riverlands is getting old, but he is still dangerous. He killed three of Rhaegar's lords single-handedly on the Trident.
"The knights of House Royce in the Vale, the ones wearing bronze armor, are quite capable. Of course, the most dangerous swordsman in the Vale is Ser Lyn Corbray. His squire, Ser Mychel, is said to be excellent too, and he is also the king's brother-in-law.
"As for our Reach, I would say the Knight of Flowers and Ser Garlan," Dickon Tarly said, reeling them off with ease.
Though only twelve, he was a sturdy, combative boy who knew the stories of the Seven Kingdoms' famous knights by heart.
"That's right." Randyll nodded. In truth, the Reach had other formidable figures too.
The two Little Giants beside that old woman, the Queen of Thorns, were also very strong. They simply kept a low profile.
"When learning swordsmanship, spearmanship, or archery, you must learn from someone stronger than you. If you always follow mediocre men, you will never make much progress in your life," Randyll told his son, never passing up an opportunity to teach him.
Randyll actually placed great importance on educating his heir. He took his son along when