Chapter 43.6-- The Searagon's Roar

But that was only half of what was necessary for making an impression during the tourney. The other half would be winning the damn thing. I turned my attention to Ben behind me, considering suggesting that we head out for a joust, but the arrival of a messenger tossed that out of mind.

“Lannister ships, my lord” he said. I nodded. That was good. According to the raven from Casterly Rock, they had left basically a moon ago right down to the day so they were right on time.

“I will welcome Lord Lannister myself. Send word to the Castle to make preparations.” I said.

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After a feast that had run well into the night with the Lanniste contingent seemingly dead set on drinking me out of house and home, I had honestly expected that our business would have been postponed until past noon at the very least.

Instead, bright and early, a runner had come up to inform me of Tyland Lannister’s desire to get things over with now. And that was what had us riding into the city of Bloodstone, heading to the warehouse I had set aside for displaying glass.

“I have heard good things about the glass you supplied to the Sealord” He said, seeming to be trying to bring up some sort of smalltalk.

“Indeed. The Sealord was pleased with his order.” I said.

“A whole palace with glass walls that stretch from the ceiling to the ground I have heard it descried as. Is such a thing even possible?”

“Velaryon glass is the best in the world, Ser Tyland. I assure you that if you want something done, my people would see to it that you have it” I said.

“Hmm. People. Slaves purchased from Myr, yes? Strange that Myr seems unable to compete with your glass” He said then. I noted the subtle insinuation, but kept my smile in place.

“I bought no slaves, Ser Tyland. You know trading in flesh is forbidden by the Seven. The Triarchy forfeited those they had enslaved as part of the peace agreement, and I set them free the second they arrived here” I said.

“Indeed. Of course, I never meant to insinuate otherwise”

“And to answer your question, the Myrish can not compete is because Velaryon glass is fundamentally different from theirs” I said.

“But how so?” He asked, eyes narrowed and telling of a deep curiosity.

“Such boring matters are not for lords like we. We shall leave it to the artisans to worry about. Come, come see what I have available for your brother’s project” I said, spurring my horse faster, neatly avoiding the probe.

“He has told you what he desires, I trust” He said, spurring his on horse on.

“He says he would see a Sept built to celebrate his son’s seventh nameday to honour the Seven for their mercies” I said.

“He wants something that nothing in the world can compare to”

“Then he sent you to the right place. You see, we recently developed a new form of glass- specially stained glass to create a beautiful pattern of choice.” I said, watching his eyes widen as we walked into the warehouse.