The Red Priestess's words sent chills down their spines. After offering a blood sacrifice, calling the wind required still more sacrifices. And after one favorable wind, storms would rage the rest of the time.
The people of the Three Sisters believed the terrifying storms nearby resulted from the Sky Lord and the Lady of the Waves making love. They sacrificed dwarfs to their gods.
The people of the Iron Islands, meanwhile, believed the Storm God was the Drowned God's eternal enemy. He lived in a hall among the clouds, and crows were his servants. He laid traps to lure the ironborn to their destruction.
As for Storm's End in the Stormlands, that needed no further mention.
Legend had it that during the Age of Heroes, Durran, the first Storm King, won the favor of Elenei, daughter of the Sea God and the Goddess of the Wind, and they fell in love. Elenei's divine parents refused to acknowledge their love, but the two married in secret anyway.
The wrath of the gods was terrible. On their wedding night, the gods destroyed Durran's fortress, killing all his relatives and guests. Beside himself with fury, Durran declared war on the gods. Their answer was a great storm that ravaged his kingdom.
Every time Durran built a new fortress beside the sea, the gods immediately destroyed it, until the seventh time.
"Ser Barristan, do you think House Hightower will heed my advice?" Gendry asked Ser Barristan Selmy.
"Your commands are royal decrees, Your Grace," Barristan said respectfully. "They will obey."
Margaery pricked up her ears. The Hightowers' defiance and arrogance were neither a great matter nor a small one. But this was not a moment when she could interject.
Gendry smiled without speaking. He had said what needed saying. If House Hightower still could