Chapter 44 Section Fourteen

The cold blade behind him disappeared. "You may turn and face me now, hedge knight." Dunk turned. "Is it for the dragon's egg, my lord?" "No, it's for the real dragon. Do you think I'll just stand aside and watch you steal him?" Ser Aryn grimaced. "I should have known that buying a snail wouldn't necessarily kill you. I'll have to ask him for debts." , let him hand over every golden dragon." he?Dunk's mind was racing.This fat-faced, fragrant master is my secret enemy?He didn't know whether to cry or laugh. "Ser Uthor deserves that money. It's just that my head is too hard."

"Looks right. Back off!" Dunk took a step back. "One more step! One more step! Continue!" Another step, and he wiped the curb.The hard stone pressed against his back tightly. "Sit on the rail. I don't think you'd mind a little shower? I don't think you'll be any wetter than you are now." "I can't swim." Dunk put a hand on the well.The stone was wet and cold, and one piece was loose under his palm. "What a pity. Are you going to dance yourself, or do you want me to help you?" Dunk glanced down the well.A full twenty feet below, the rain rippled the water.The walls of the well are covered with greasy moss. "I never did anything to you."

"Never again. Daemon is mine. I will be Captain of the Kingsguard. You don't deserve white." "I never said I was worthy." Dimon.The name echoed in Dunk's mind.Not John, but Damon, with the same name as his father.Dunk Dunk, with a head as thick as a castle wall. "Blackfire Daemon had seven sons, two of them died in the Red Grassland, they are twins..." "Aegon and Aemon. Two big brainless men, like you. They both abused me and Daemon for fun when we were children. I cried when Bittersteel took him away into exile, and when Lord Peake announced his return, I cried again. But he met you on the road and forgot about my existence." Cook Shaw threatened, waving a dagger, "You can fall into the water as you are, or you can bleed. You Choose."

Dunk clung to the loose stone, which wasn't as loose as he'd hoped.Before he could pull the stone out, Ser Aryn was lunging at him.Dunk twisted away, the point of the blade digging into his shield-bearing arm.Suddenly, the stone fell down.Dunk fed it into his lord's mouth, feeling his teeth crumble under the blow. "Going down the well, isn't it?" He landed another punch on the lord's mouth, then dropped the stone and squeezed Cockshaw's wrist.He twisted until the bones snapped and the dagger slid to the ground. "My lord, please go first." Dunk took a step back, grabbed the earl's arm, and kicked hard on the back.Count Allyn fell head-on into the well with a splash.

"Well done, sir." Dunk turned sharply.Through the rain, he could just make out a cloaked figure and a pale eye.As the man moved closer, did Maynard emerge from the shadows under the hood?Sir Plumm's familiar face.That hideous pale eye was only a moonstone brooch on the shoulder of his cloak. Earl Allin in the well slapped and yelled for help, "This is murder, help me." "He wants to kill me," said Dunk. "Ah, no wonder there's so much blood." "Blood?" Dunk looked down.His left arm was red from shoulder to elbow, and the sweater clung to the skin. "Uh."

He didn't remember the process of falling, but when he realized it, he was already lying on the ground, with raindrops streaming down his face.He heard Earl Allin crying down the well, but the splashing of the water gradually died down. "We need to bandage that hand." Maynard put his hand under Dunk's arm. "Go up, I can't hold you up. Use your legs." Dunk moved his legs. "Lord Aryn is drowning." "Someone will miss him, at least the Fiddler will." "He's not really a..." Dunk gasped, pale with pain, "Fiddler." "Of course not. He is Daemon of the Blackfyre family, the second heir to the throne. At least he claims to be so, if he can really sit on the Iron Throne. Seeing that so many lords are willing to support a brave and stupid monarch is Surprising now. Damon is young, fearless and looks good on a horse."

The sound from the well was now so weak that it was almost inaudible. "Should we throw a rope to the adults?" "Get him up and execute him later? Don't be a fool, let him suffer. Come, lean on me." Plumm helped him across the courtyard.Looking closely, Sir Maynard looked odd.But the longer he looked, the less he saw. "I let you go, you must remember, but it seems that you value honor more than life. It is all well and good to die with honor. But if it is not yourself that is in danger, sir?" "Whose safety?" came the last splash from the well. "Egg? You mean Egg?" Dunk squeezed Plumm's hand. "Where is he?"

"Staying with Seven Gods. I think you should know why." The pain in Dunk's heart made him forget the pain in his arm. "He used the boot." "I guess so. He showed the ring to Maestro Ruthar, who brought him to Butterwell. No doubt your lord nearly peed on the ring. He wondered if he was on the wrong side, I don't know how much Blood Raven knows about their conspiracy. Regarding the last question, the answer should be 'really a lot'." Plumm chuckled. "who are you?" "A friend," Maynard?Plumm said, "Watching you all the time, and curious about your motives in this mess. Now, keep quiet until I cure you."

Following the shadows, the two returned to Dunk's small tent.Once inside the tent, Earl Maynard lit a fire, poured a bowl full of wine, and put it on the fire to boil. "The wound is still clean, luckily it wasn't your swordsman," he said, cutting Dunk's bloodstained tunic sleeve. "The blow didn't break the bone. We'll have to clean it, though, or you risk losing your whole arm." "It doesn't matter." Dunk was on fire. He felt like he was going to throw up. "If Egg died..." "That's all your fault. You should keep him out of this place. But I didn't say the boy was dead. I just said he was with the Seven. Do you have any clean linen? Or silk?"

"My clothes. Nice ones from Dorne. What do you mean, he's with the Seven?" "I'll explain later. Fix your hands first." The wine started to smoke.Maynard found Dunk's fine silk suit, sniffed it suspiciously, and slid out his dagger to cut.Dunk silently swallowed his protest. "Ambrose? Butterwell has never had a so-called 'decision'," Sir Maynard tied three silks together and soaked them in wine. "He has doubts about this plan from the beginning. This doubt All the more so when he learned that the boy didn't have the sword in his hand. And this morning, the egg was gone, and the last drop of his courage was gone."

"Ser Glendon didn't steal the dragon's egg," said Dunk. "He was on the field all day, winning tourneys or watching others." "Keep will find the dragon's egg in his bag after all." The hot wine was rolling.Pulling on his leather gloves, Plumm said, "Try not to bark." He lifted the ribbon from the boiling wine and began to wash the wound. Dunk didn't bark.He clenched his teeth, pressed his tongue tightly, and slammed his thigh hard, leaving a black bruise.But he didn't cry out.Maynard made a bandage out of what was left of his good suit and bound the arm tightly. "How do you feel?" He asked, holding back his hands. "Fucking good." Dunk shuddered. "Where's Egg?" "I said it, be with the Seven Gods." Dunk stood up and put his good hand around Plumm's neck. "Just to be clear, I'm not interested in hints and tricks. Tell me how to get to the boy, or I'll wring your bloody neck, Whether you're a friend or not." "The Sept. You'll need some weapons before you go there." Maynard smiled. "That says enough, Dunk." His first stop was Ser Uthor's tent. Will was alone when Dunk entered, hunched over the washtub, rubbing his master's underwear. "It's you again. Ser Uthor is at the feast. What do you want?" "My sword and shield." "What about the ransom?" "No." "Then why should I return the equipment to you?" "I need them." "That's not a good reason." "If you block me, I'll kill you. What's the reason?" Will opened his mouth wide in a daze: "Over there."