"Remember to count the ships we won, and the knights and nobles we captured. I want their banners."
Victarion handled the arrangements after the raid in an orderly fashion. They had already paid the iron price.
"A great victory," Newt the Barber said. "Good."
"Praise King Euron Crow's Eye." Some raiders stripped jewels and valuables from the corpses, then shouted.
Great, but not all mine, Victarion thought bitterly. People would give the glory to the Iron King and praise Euron Crow's Eye's courage and strategy.
He has stolen my victory again, Victarion thought resentfully.
Euron Crow's Eye had stolen his woman, stolen his victory, and stolen his throne.
What is Euron Crow's Eye's next move? Victarion wondered, but he had no answer. He had to find Euron Crow's Eye first.
Euron Crow's Eye watched the bloody battlefield. He had prepared a thousand meals for the Drowned God, and the god would eat his fill.
"Next comes luring the enemy. Little king on the Iron Throne, come fight me. Let us see who the true storm is."
At Highgarden, Green Field Golden Rose Banners stood bright and distinct, thick as a forest.
The survivors of the Shield Islands brought black tidings, bloody tidings.
Earl Hewett and Earl Chester had been killed, Earl Serry had fled, and Earl Grimm was imprisoned in his own castle.
It seemed Euron Crow's Eye would raise a few new kings to carry out the Old Way.
"This..." Willas Tyrell looked at the wailing lord before him, Earl Osbert Serry, and his heir.
"His Grace Gendry warned you time and again. Why did you still attack so rashly?" Dressed in green velvet, Willas Tyrell drew a sharp breath. "You nearly lost your entire force?"
"My lord, we had no way to prepare. The wind suddenly changed,