Gendry turned now, his expression screwed up in thought. "Ain't that just some tale?"

So many tales were treated list histories and so many histories treated like tales that Gendry could scarce be expected to know the difference without a Maester's teachings. The only things that he knew to be real were what were in the here and now, but that hadn't stopped him from once believing the rumors that Shireen was the bastard daughter of a mummer.