Especially since the King's weapons were no ordinary famous swords. Lady Justice and this purple sword looked like weapons of legend.
Even famous swords had their own ranks. A greatsword like Ice could be reforged into two smaller blades, while weapons bearing runes like these stood at the very pinnacle.
Many great houses, including Arryn, Tyrell, and Martell, did not even possess an ordinary Valyrian steel sword.
House Lannister had suffered the worst fate, having owned Bright-Roar only to lose it. Tywin had sought a replacement for years without success, and no one ever paid him any heed.
Willas had also heard about Tywin's efforts. At least three times, Tywin had approached impoverished houses in the kingdom, offering vast sums for their Valyrian steel swords, only to be refused every time.
The great houses were willing to marry into House Lannister, but their ancestral swords were not negotiable.
"And look at that suit of Valyrian steel armor King Gendry is wearing. That's worth an entire kingdom," Garlan said, pointing at Gendry's Dragon Protector Armor.
When Gendry swung his purple sword, the edges of the Black Scale Armor shone with a red-gold radiance too bright to look at directly.
"Could this be the power of the Warrior made flesh?" Willas watched longingly, already numb. He had never seen a war fought with such wealth.
Garlan also gazed at the King with envy. Gendry's arsenal was simply beyond compare.
"But I received a sword from the King, and I took a Valyrian Steel Dagger from the Ironborn," Garlan said. That made up a little for his sense of disappointment.
Gendry swung the Supreme Longsword, growing more astonished the deeper he dug. It seemed there really was something extraordinary to discover.
As the flesh was pulled apart, the hard object in the Blood