Grand Maester Pycelle had fallen asleep. Their badge was the seven-pointed star, red on white, so the smallfolk named them Stars. Your Grace. Here is my husband, Nuncle.
He does, the captain said. They are the equal of our lesser war galleys in speed and strength, and most are better crewed and captained. Half their worth should be sufficient to teach them a sharp lesson and refill our coffers, without quite ruining them. He cheat you? No.
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