"As m'lord commands," was all Gendry said. And just as the little lord looked helplessly to Alayne for support, Gendry was left to do the same.

Had he already overstayed his welcome? Should he stay longer to entertain the little lord? He felt at a complete loss already. He only knew now that he had orders to work the forge. He needed to get the fires going. Make the steel sing. And try to make himself indispensable for as long as he could manage it.