1." Your Grace, " said a greybeard with a stooped shoulder. " You are welcome here, but your men must leave their swordbelts. No weapons are allowed within, by command of the High Septon" .
2." Steel, you mean, " said the man beside him, a greybeard whose left arm ended in a stump. " Swords. Axes. Aye, and bows, a hundred more bows, and men to loose the arrows" .
3." Two-and-twenty, and what of it? Father was not even one-and-twenty when Aerys Targaryen named him Hand. It is past time Tommen had some young men about him in place of all these wrinkled greybeards. Aurane is strong and vigorous" .
4." A list" . Cersei was amused by his presumption. " I can well imagine the sort of list you would provide me. Greybeards and grasping fools and Garth the Gross" . Her lips tightened. " You have been much in Lady Margaery's company of late" .