"Stags, magic dragons. Sea dragons, White Walkers. Someone has seen everything they wanted to see, and the copy has been sent back to Braavos, but now..." Pate told himself that he remembered those details clearly.
But now, would he choose to leave, or stay to watch the stag and the sea dragon fight?
Rodrik stroked the horn in his hands. How strange. He had never expected Euron Crow's Eye to find him a task.
But the Citadel had refused to let him enter. As things stood, bringing back the horn was good enough.
Euron Crow's Eye's deputy took the horn. "I'll go on ahead, Lord Rodrik."
"Only, why does Euron Crow's Eye trust me so much?" Rodrik wondered. What if he simply surrendered to the Iron Throne?
"Awooooo!" A shrill horn sounded, and Rodrik's expression changed drastically.
"They're here. Are those Baratheon's reinforcements?"
The golden battle banners looked like burning flames. Everyone in the Citadel saw them.
"The King is here! King Gendry is here! I saw their golden battle banners!" The maesters wept with joy.
"Charge with me!" Gendry swung his sword, and the longships and knights streamed in, entering Oldtown from the north.
Jason and Merysent personally commanded the smaller longships, scouting ahead of the army.
Troops poured through both the northern city gate and the water gate of Oldtown. They were the elite of the Seven Kingdoms.
The sky-more importantly, the sky.
Winged shadows appeared overhead. All the magic dragons roared at once, their voices shaking all of Oldtown.
Boom.
Boom. The magic dragons beat their wings and unleashed a barrage of flames at the Ironborn longships ahead, upstream of Oldtown.
"Euron Crow's Eye, you bastard." Rodrik understood at last. Euron Crow's Eye's men had brought back the horn.
Whether his own subordinates died here no