“My brothers and uncles and cousins have armies,” she told him. “House Florent will rally to your banner.”  “House Florent can field two thousand swords at best.” It was said that Stannis knew the strength of every house in the Seven Kingdoms. “And you have a deal more faith in your brothers and uncles than I do, my lady. The Florent lands lie too close to Highgarden for your lord uncle to risk Mace Tyrell’s wrath.”   “There is another way.” Lady Selyse moved closer. “Look out your windows, my lord. There is the sign you have waited for, blazoned on the sky. Red, it is, the red of flame, red for the fiery heart of the true god. it is his banner-and yours! See how it unfurls across the heavens like a dragon’s hot breath, and you the Lord of Dragonstone. It means your time has come, Your Grace. Nothing is more certain. You are meant to sail from this desolate rock as Aegon the Conqueror once sailed, to sweep all before you as he did. only say the word, and embrace the power of the Lord of Light.”  “How many swords will the Lord of Light put into my hand?” Stannis demanded again.  “All you need,” his wife promised, “The swords of Storm’s End and Highgarden for a start, and all their lords bannermen.”  “Davos would tell you different,” Stannis said. “Those swords are sworn to Renly. They love my charming young brother, as they once loved Robert... and as they have never loved me.”  “Yes,” she answered, “but if Renly should die...”  Stannis looked at his lady with narrowed eyes, until Cressen could not hold his tongue. “it is not to be thought. Your Grace, whatever follies Renly has committed-”  “Follies? I call them tre............