Linden could feel the heat coming from the tree. He had seen fires, yes, but never ones like these. A sign of the gods, he thought. Our crusade must be just if even the Seven were to provide direct aid. He was certain of it. When they had crushed the horselords at Stoney Heart, he had already known it. Yet recent events had convinced him even more. And here he stood, looking upon the burning godswood. The last one that had been standing in the eastern Riverlands.
His thoughts were disturbed when someone else entered the scene. "My lord, my lord, I bring news from your brother. Lord Danston has slain the last King of the Riverlands, your grace! the town has been taken." Another sign, he thought.
The heretic house of Bracken has been extinguished, their lands brought into the light of the Seven.