The Sworn Sword

""Dead fish, there and there, see?"" The smell of them reminded him of the dead men at the crossroads.

""I see them, ser"", said Egg.

Dunk hopped down to the streambed, squatted on his heels, and turned over a stone. Dry and warm on top, moist and muddy underneath. ""The water can't have been gone long"". Standing, he flicked the stone sidearm at the bank, where it crashed through a crumbling overhang in a puff of dry brown earth. ""The soil's cracked along the banks, but soft and muddy in the middle. Those fish were alive yesterday"".

""Dunk the lunk, Pennytree used to call you. I recall"". Ser Bennis spat a wad of sourleaf onto the rocks. It glistened red and slimy in the sunlight. ""Lunks shouldn't try and think, their heads is too bloody thick for such""."

"Dunk the lunk, thick as a castle wall. From Ser Arlan the words had been affectionate. He had been a kindly man, even in his scolding. In the mouth of Ser Bennis of the Brown Shield, they sounded different. ""Ser Arlan's two years dead"", Dunk said, ""and I'm called Ser Duncan the Tall"".

He was sorely tempted to put his fist through the brown knight's face and smash those red and rotten teeth to splinters. Bennis of the Brown Shield might be a nasty piece of work, but Dunk had a good foot and a half on him, and four stone as well. He might be a lunk, but he was big. Sometimes it seemed as though he'd thumped his head on half the doors in Westeros, not to mention every beam in every inn from Dorne up to the Neck. Egg's brother Aemon had measured him in Oldtown and found he lacked an inch of seven feet, but that was half a year ago. He might have grown since. Growing was the one thing that Dunk did really well, the old man used to say.

He went back to Thunder and mounted up again. ""Egg, get on back to Standfast with the wine. I'm going to see what's happened to the water"".

""Streams dry up all the time"", said Bennis.

""I just want to have a look-""

""Like how you looked under that rock? Shouldn't go turning over rocks, Lunk.

Never know what might crawl out. We got us nice straw pallets back at Standfast. There's eggs more days than not, and not much to do but listen to Ser Useless go on about how great he used to be. Leave it be, I say. The stream went dry, that's all"".

Dunk was nothing if not stubborn. ""Ser Eustace is waiting on his wine"", he told Egg. ""Tell him where I went"".

""I will, ser"". Egg gave a tug on Maester's lead.