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"
He
would
have
made
you
a
poor
envoy
then
.
"
"
He
made
me
a
poor
envoy
in
any
case
.
The
storm
lords
will
not
rise
for
me
.
It
seems
they
do
not
like
me
,
and
the
justice
of
my
cause
means
nothing
to
them
.
The
cravenly
ones
will
sit
behind
their
walls
waiting
to
see
how
the
wind
rises
and
who
is
likely
to
triumph
.
The
bold
ones
have
already
declared
for
Renly
.
For
Renly
!
"
He
spat
out
the
name
like
poison
on
his
tongue
.
"
Your
brother
has
been
the
Lord
of
Storm
’
s
End
these
past
thirteen
years
.
These
lords
are
his
sworn
bannermen
—
"
"
His
,
"
Stannis
broke
in
,
"
when
by
rights
they
should
be
mine
.
I
never
asked
for
Dragonstone
.
I
never
wanted
it
.
I
took
it
because
Robert
’
s
enemies
were
here
and
he
commanded
me
to
root
them
out
.
I
built
his
fleet
and
did
his
work
,
dutiful
as
a
younger
brother
should
be
to
an
elder
,
as
Renly
should
be
to
me
.
And
what
was
Robert
’
s
thanks
?
He
names
me
Lord
of
Dragonstone
,
and
gives
Storm
’
s
End
and
its
incomes
to
Renly
.
Storm
’
s
End
belonged
to
House
Baratheon
for
three
hundred
years
;
by
rights
it
should
have
passed
to
me
when
Robert
took
the
Iron
Throne
.
"
It
was
an
old
grievance
,
deeply
felt
,
and
never
more
so
than
now
.
Here
was
the
heart
of
his
lord
’
s
weakness
;
for
Dragonstone
,
old
and
strong
though
it
was
,
commanded
the
allegiance
of
only
a
handful
of
lesser
lords
,
whose
stony
island
holdings
were
too
thinly
peopled
to
yield
up
the
men
that
Stannis
needed
.
Even
with
the
sellswords
he
had
brought
across
the
narrow
sea
from
the
Free
Cities
of
Myr
and
Lys
,
the
host
camped
outside
his
walls
was
far
too
small
to
bring
down
the
power
of
House
Lannister
.
"
Robert
did
you
an
injustice
,
"
Maester
Cressen
replied
carefully
,
"
yet
he
had
sound
reasons
.
Dragonstone
had
long
been
the
seat
of
House
Targaryen
.
He
needed
a
man
’
s
strength
to
rule
here
,
and
Renly
was
but
a
child
.
"
"
He
is
a
child
still
,
"
Stannis
declared
,
his
anger
ringing
loud
in
the
empty
hall
,
"
a
thieving
child
who
thinks
to
snatch
the
crown
off
my
brow
.
What
has
Renly
ever
done
to
earn
a
throne
?
He
sits
in
council
and
jests
with
Littlefinger
,
and
at
tourneys
he
dons
his
splendid
suit
of
armor
and
allows
himself
to
be
knocked
off
his
horse
by
a
better
man
.
That
is
the
sum
of
my
brother
Renly
,
who
thinks
he
ought
to
be
a
king
.
I
ask
you
,
why
did
the
gods
inflict
me
with
brothers
?
"
"
I
cannot
answer
for
the
gods
.
"
"
You
seldom
answer
at
all
these
days
,
it
seems
to
me
.
Who
maesters
for
Renly
?
Perchance
I
should
send
for
him
,
I
might
like
his
counsel
better
.
