The Sworn Sword

"That you shall not do", Ser Eustace declared in ringing tones. "That you shall never do". His mustache twitched. "Come no farther. This side of the stream is mine, and you are not wanted here. You shall have no hospitality from me. No bread and salt, not even shade and water. You come as an intruder. I forbid you to set foot on Osgrey land".

Lady Rohanne drew her braid over her shoulder. "Ser Lucas", was all she said. The Longinch made a gesture, the crossbowmen dismounted, winched back their bowstrings with the help of hook and stirrup, and plucked quarrels from their quivers. "Now, ser", her ladyship called out, when every bow was nocked and raised and ready, "what was it you forbade me?"

Dunk had heard enough. "If you cross the stream without leave, you are breaking the king's peace".

Septon Sefton urged his horse forward a step. "The king will neither know nor care", he called. "We are all the Mother's children, ser. For her sake, stand aside".

Dunk frowned. "I don't know much of gods, septon… but aren't we the Warrior's children, too?" He rubbed the back of his neck. "If you try to cross, I'll stop you".

Ser Lucas the Longinch laughed. "Here's a hedge knight who yearns to be a hedgehog, my lady", he said to the Red Widow. "Say the word, and we'll put a dozen quarrels in him. At this distance they will punch through that armor like it was made of spit".

"No. Not yet, ser". Lady Rohanne studied him from across the stream. "You are two men and a boy. We are three-and-thirty. How do you propose to stop us crossing?"

"Well", said Dunk, "I'll tell you. But only you".

"As you wish". She pressed her heels into her horse and rode her out into the stream. When the water reached the mare's belly, she halted, waiting. "Here I am. Come closer, ser. I promise not to sew you in a sack".

Ser Eustace grasped Dunk by the arm before he could respond. "Go to her", the old knight said, "but remember the Little Lion".

"As you say, m'lord". Dunk walked Thunder down into the water. He drew up beside her and said, "M'lady".

"Ser Duncan". She reached up and laid two fingers on his swollen lip. "Did I do this, ser?"

"No one else has slapped my face of late, m'lady".

"That was bad of me. A breach of hospitality. The good septon has been scolding me". She gazed across the water at Ser Eustace. "I scarce remember Addam any longer. It was more than half my life ago. I remember that I loved him, though. I have not loved any of the others".

"His father put him in the blackberries, with his brothers", Dunk said. "He was fond of blackberries".

"I remember. He used to pick them for me, and we'd eat them in a bowl of cream".

"The king pardoned the old man for Daemon", said Dunk. "It is past time you pardoned him for Addam".

"Give me Bennis, and I'll consider that".

"Bennis is not mine to give".

She sighed. "I would as lief not have to kill you".

"I would as lief not die".

"Then give me Bennis. We'll cut his nose off and hand him back, and that will be the end of that".

"It won't, though", Dunk said. "There's still the dam to deal with, and the fire. Will you give us the men who set it?"

"There were lantern bugs in that wood", she said. "It may be they set the fire off, with their little lanterns".

"No more teasing now, m'lady", Dunk warned her. "This is no time for it. Tear down the dam, and let Ser Eustace have the water to make up for the wood. That's fair, is it not?"

"It might be, if I had burned the wood. Which I did not. I was at Coldmoat, safe abed". She looked down at the water. "What is there to prevent us from riding right across the stream? Have you scattered caltrops amongst the rocks? Hidden archers in the ashes? Tell me what you think is going to stop us".

"Me". He pulled one gauntlet off. "In Flea Bottom I was always bigger and stronger than the other boys, so I used to beat them bloody and steal from them. The old man taught me not to do that. It was wrong, he said, and besides, sometimes little boys have great big brothers. Here, have a look at this". Dunk twisted the ring off his finger and held it out to her. She had to let loose of her braid to take it.

"Gold?" she said, when she felt the weight of it. "What is this, ser?" She turned it over in her hand. "A signet. Gold and onyx". Her green eyes narrowed as she studied the seal. "Where did you find this, ser?"

"In a boot. Wrapped in rags and stuffed up in the toe".

Lady Rohanne's fingers closed around it. She glanced at Egg and old Ser Eustace. "You took a great risk in showing me this ring, ser. But how does it avail us? If I should command my men to cross.. ".

"Well", said Dunk, "that would mean I'd have to fight".

"And die".

"Most like", he said, "and then Egg would go back where he comes from, and tell what happened here".

"Not if he died as well".