The Sworn Sword

""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 pinned the cloak at his shoulder was a gift as well; an ivory spider brooch with silver legs. Clusters of crushed garnets made spots upon its back.

""I hope this is not some mad quest to hunt down Bennis"", Septon Sefton said.

""You are so bruised and battered that I would fear for you, if that one found you in such a state""."

"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.