"It's no use to worry now. You've done everything you can, Jaime," Addam Marbrand tried to reassure him, but even his voice felt uncertain. "The Golden Tooth is a mighty keep, and we have it fully manned, Five and twenty hundred men. We have five hundred of the finest longbowmen in the west, two hundred scorpions and all the other man-at-arms and knights here are veterans of more than one war. The granaries and larders are filled to the brim, and we can sit here and eat for more than two years. Every field and village within seventy leagues has been stripped bare, and the Crownlands and the Riverlands would not be able to sustain their numbers for long, especially since winter has come and snow has already begun to fall. You even sent five and ten hundred horsemen to go down the gold road and raid their supply lines in the crownlands. This is our best chance to break their army."