"As long as you like her." Gendry smiled. Many fine Dothraki horses had originally belonged to Drogo. Since Drogo's death, Gendry had acquired a large herd of them. Such was the charm of shopping without paying: spoils that belonged to the victor. Gendry now had plenty of fine steeds, including the Dorne Horse the Red Viper had given him, the Ghiscari's Blood-sweating Horses, and tall Dothraki horses, just right for equipping cavalry.
Gendry stepped forward, slipped his hands around Daenerys's waist, and lifted her as easily as a child, setting her on the narrow Dothraki saddle.
Dany took the reins in both hands and slipped her feet into the short stirrups. Her riding had once been mediocre, but she had since made tremendous progress. Besides, the silver-gray filly had a steady gait, light as silk, and before long, Daenerys was galloping.
Ser Barristan Selmy smiled. "The princess likes your gift very much, Your Highness."
Gendry had given Ser Barristan Selmy a new suit of armor, gilded on the outside and finely forged, hard as ice and bright as snow, seeming to glitter in the sunlight. A dagger rested at one hip and his longsword at the other, both hanging from a white leather belt with a gold buckle. A white cloak also hung from his shoulders. On Barristan's helmet, a stag leaped on one side while a dragon soared on the other.
"This is the wind, the power of freedom," Gendry said, watching a beaming Dany gallop across the grassland.
Gendry rode his own black steed behind Daenerys. After they had galloped across the grassland for a while, Daenerys decided to stop and see her little dragons, bound to her by blood.
After dismounting, Daenerys went back to tending Vhagar and Viserion. Gendry, meanwhile, took Balerion straight toward Ser Barristan