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"Coldmoat", said the maester. "You were too badly injured to return to Standfast, so Lady Roha
Dunk made himself drink it all. Afterward he flexed the fingers of his sword hand, and then the other. At least my hands still work, and my arms. "What… what did I hurt?"
"What not?" The maester snorted. "A broken ankle, a sprained knee, a broken collarbone, bruising… your upper torso is largely green and yellow and your right arm is a purply black. I thought your skull was cracked as well, but it appears not. There is that gash in your face, ser. You will have a scar, I fear. Oh, and you had drowned by the time we pulled you from the water".
"Drowned?" said Dunk.
"I never suspected that one man could swallow so much water, not even a man as large as you, ser. Count yourself fortunate that I am ironborn. The priests of the Drowned God know how to drown a man and bring him back, and I have made a study of their beliefs and customs".
I drowned. Dunk tried to sit again, but the strength was not in him. I drowned in water that did not even come up to my neck. He laughed, then groaned in pain. "Ser Lucas?"
"Dead. Did you doubt it?"
No. Dunk doubted many things, but not that. He remembered how the strength had gone out of the Longinch's limbs, all at once. "Egg", he got out. "I want Egg".
"Hunger is a good sign", the maester said, "but it is sleep you need just now, not food".
Dunk shook his head, and regretted it at once. "Egg is my squire.. ".
"Is he? A brave lad, and stronger than he looks. He was the one to pull you from the stream. He helped us get that armor off you, too, and rode with you in the wayn when we brought you here. He would not sleep himself, but sat by your side with your sword across his lap, in case someone tried to do you harm. He even suspected me, and insisted that I taste anything I meant to feed you. A queer child, but devoted".
"Where is he?"
"Ser Eustace asked the boy to attend him at the wedding feast. There was no one else on his side. It would have been discourteous for him to refuse".
"Wedding feast?" Dunk did not understand.
"You would not know, of course. Coldmoat and Standfast were reconciled after your battle. Lady Roha
Dunk's world was spi
"That?" The maester listened. "That's just rain".
He did not see her till the day they took their leave.
"This is folly, ser", Septon Sefton complained, as Dunk limped heavily across the yard, swinging his splinted foot and leaning on a crutch. "Maester Cerrick says you are not half healed as yet, and this rain… you're like to catch a chill, if you do not drown again. At least wait for the rain to stop".
"That may be years". Dunk was grateful to the fat septon, who had visited him near every day… to pray for him, ostensibly, though more time seemed to be taken up with tales and gossip. He would miss his loose and lively tongue and cheerful company, but that changed nothing. "I need to go".
The rain was lashing down around them, a thousand cold gray whips upon his back. His cloak was already sodden. It was the white wool cloak Ser Eustace had given him, with the green-and-gold-checkered border. The old knight had pressed it on him once again, as a parting gift. "For your courage and leal service, ser", he said. The brooch that pi
"I hope this is not some mad quest to hunt down Be
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"Where will you go?" The septon was panting heavily. Even with Dunk on a crutch, he was too fat to match his pace.
"Fair Isle. Harrenhal. The Trident. There are hedges everywhere". He shrugged. "I've always wanted to see the Wall".
"The Wall?" The septon jerked to a stop. "I despair of you, Ser Duncan!" he shouted, standing in the mud with outspread hands as the rain came down around him. "Pray, ser, pray for the Crone to light your way!" Dunk kept walking.
She was waiting for him inside the stables, standing by the yellow bales of hay in a gown as green as summer. "Ser Duncan", she said when he came pushing through the door. Her red braid hung down in front, the end of it brushing against her thighs. "It is good to see you on your feet".
You never saw me on my back, he thought. "M'lady. What brings you to the stables. It's a wet day for a ride".
"I might say the same to you".
"Egg told you?" I owe him another clout in the ear.
"Be glad he did, or I would have sent men after you to drag you back. It was cruel of you to try and steal away without so much as a farewell".
She had never come to see him while he was in Maester Cerrick's care, not once. "That green becomes you well, m'lady", he said. "It brings out the color of your eyes". He shifted his weight awkwardly on the crutch. "I'm here for my horse".
"You do not need to go. There is a place for you here, when you're recovered. Captain of my guards. And Egg can join my other squires. No one need ever know who he is".
"Thank you, m'lady, but no". Thunder was in a stall a dozen places down. Dunk hobbled toward him.
"Please reconsider, ser. These are perilous times, even for dragons and their friends. Stay until you've healed". She walked along beside him. "It would please Lord Eustace, too. He is very fond of you".
"Very fond", Dunk agreed. "If his daughter weren't dead, he'd want me to marry her. Then you could be my lady mother. I never had a mother, much less a lady mother".
For half a heartbeat Lady Roha
"You are angry with me, ser", she said instead. "You must let me make amends".
"Well", he said, "you could help me saddle Thunder".
"I had something else in mind". She reached out her hand for his, a freckled hand, her fingers strong and slender. I'll bet she's freckled all over. "How well do you know horses?"
"I ride one".
"An old destrier bred for battle, slow-footed and ill-tempered. Not a horse to ride from place to place".