The Sworn Sword

Bennis, Dunk thought bitterly, bloody Bennis . While Dunk had been making his stand at the stream, Bennis had tied up Sam Stoops and his wife, ransacked Standfast from top to bottom, and made off with every item of value he could find, from candles, clothes, and weaponry to Osgrey's old silver cup and a small cache of coin the old man had hidden in his solar behind a mildewed tapestry. One day Dunk hoped to meet Ser Bennis of the Brown Shield again, and when he did… "Bennis will keep".

"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 Rohanne looked as though she was going to slap him again. Maybe she'll just kick my crutch away.

"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".

"If I need to get from place to place, it's him or these". Dunk pointed at his feet.

"You have large feet", she observed. "Large hands as well. I think you must be large all over. Too large for most palfreys. They'd look like ponies with you perched upon their backs. Still, a swifter mount would serve you well. A big courser, with some Dornish sand steed for endurance". She pointed to the stall across from Thunder's. "A horse like her".

She was a blood bay with a bright eye and a long fiery mane. Lady Rohanne took a carrot from her sleeves and stroked her head as she took it. "The carrot, not the fingers", she told the horse, before she turned again to Dunk. "I call her Flame, but you may name her as you please. Call her Amends, if you like".

For a moment he was speechless. He leaned on the crutch and looked at the blood bay with new eyes. She was magnificent. A better mount than any the old man had ever owned. You had only to look at those long, clean limbs to see how swift she'd be.

"I bred her for beauty, and for speed".

He turned back to Thunder. "I cannot take her".

"Why not?"

"She is too good a horse for me. Just look at her".

A flush crept up Rohanne's face. She clutched her braid, twisting it between her fingers. "I had to marry, you know that. My father's will… oh, don't be such a fool".

"What else should I be? I'm thick as a castle wall and bastard born as well".

"Take the horse. I refuse to let you go without something to remember me by".

"I will remember you, m'lady. Have no fear of that".

"Take her!"