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" Why, lad? You ask me why? Because Daemon was the better man. The old king saw it, too. He gave the sword to Daemon. Blackfyre, the sword of Aegon the Conquerer, the blade that every Targaryen king had wielded since the Conquest… he put that sword in Daemon's hand the day he knighted him, a boy of twelve".
"My father says that was because Daemon was a swordsman, and Daeron never was", said Egg. "Why give a horse to a man who ca
The old knight's hand jerked so hard that wine spilled from his silver cup. "Your father is a fool".
"He is not ", the boy said.
Osgrey's face twisted in anger. "You asked a question and I answered it, but I will not suffer insolence. Ser Duncan, you should beat this boy more often. His courtesy leaves much to be desired. If I must needs do it myself, I will-"
"No", Dunk broke in. "You won't. Ser". He had made up his mind. "It is dark. We will leave at first light".
Ser Eustace stared at him, stricken. "Leave?"
"Standfast. Your service". You lied to us. Call it what you will, there was no honor in it. He unfastened his cloak, rolled it up, and put it in the old man's lap.
Osgrey's eyes grew narrow. "Did that woman offer to take you into service? Are you leaving me for that whore's bed?"
"I don't know that she is a whore", Dunk said, "or a witch or a poisoner or none of that. But whatever she may be makes no matter. We're leaving for the hedges, not for Coldmoat".
"The ditches, you mean. You're leaving me to prowl in the woods like wolves, to waylay honest men upon the roads". His hand was shaking. The cup fell from his fingers, spilling wine as it rolled along the floor. "Go, then. Go. I want none of you. I should never have taken you on. Go! "
"As you say, ser". Dunk beckoned, and Egg followed.
That last night Dunk wanted to be as far from Eustace Osgrey as he could, so they slept down in the cellar, amongst the rest of Standfast's meager host. It was a restless night. Lem and red-eyed Pate both snored, the one loudly and the other constantly. Dank vapors filled the cellar, rising through the trap from the deeper vaults below. Dunk tossed and turned on the scratchy bed, drifting off into a half sleep only to wake suddenly in darkness. The bites he'd gotten in the woods were itching fiercely, and there were fleas in the straw as well. I will be well rid of this place, well rid of the old man, and Ser Be
Morning seemed a long way off, though. Dunk's head was full of dragons, red and black… full of chequy lions, old shields, battered boots… full of streams and moats and dams, and papers stamped with the king's great seal that he could not read.
And she was there as well, the Red Widow, Roha
Drowsing at long last, Dunk dreamed. He was ru
He woke suddenly, at the sound of a shout.
In the darkened cellar, all was confusion. Curses and complaints echoed back and forth, and men were stumbling over one another as they fumbled for their spears or breeches. No one knew what was happening. Egg found the tallow candle and got it lit, to shed some light upon the scene. Dunk was the first one up the steps. He almost collided with Sam Stoops rushing down, puffing like a bellows and babbling incoherently. Dunk had to hold him by both shoulders to keep him from falling. "Sam, what's wrong?"
"The sky", the old man whimpered. "The sky !" No more sense could be gotten from him, so they all went up to the roof for a look. Ser Eustace was there before them, standing by the parapets in his bedrobe, staring off into the distance.
The sun was rising in the west.
It was a long moment before Dunk realized what that meant. "Wat's Wood is afire", he said in a hushed voice. From down at the base of the tower came the sound of Be
They were too far away to make out flames, but the red glow engulfed half the western horizon, and above the light the stars were vanishing. The King's Crown was half gone already, obscured behind a veil of the rising smoke.
Fire and sword, she said.
The fire burned until morning. No one in Standfast slept that night. Before long they could smell the smoke, and see flames dancing in the distance like girls in scarlet skirts. They all wondered if the fire would engulf them. Dunk stood behind the parapets, his eyes burning, watching for riders in the night. "Be
"What, run?" he brayed. "On my horse? Might as well try to fly off on one o' these damned chickens".
"Then give yourself up. She'll only slit your nose".
"I like my nose how it is, lunk. Let her try and take me, we'll see what gets slit open". He sat cross-legged with his back against a merlon and took a whetstone from his pouch to sharpen his sword. Ser Eustace stood above him. In low voices, they spoke of how to fight the war. "The Longinch will expect us at the dam", Dunk heard the old knight say, "so we will burn her crops instead. Fire for fire". Ser Be
Egg was listening, too. He coughed, and looked at Dunk with wide white eyes. "Ser, you have to stop them".
"How?" Dunk asked. The Red Widow will stop them. Her, and that Lucas the Longinch. "They're only making noise, Egg. It's that, or piss their breeches. And it's naught to do with us now".
Dawn came with hazy gray skies and air that burned the eyes. Dunk meant to make an early start, though after their sleepless night he did not know how far they'd get. He and Egg broke their fast on boiled eggs while Be