The Sworn Sword

""One sword"". The old knight got slowly to his feet. ""What can one sword hope to do against that woman?""

""Try and keep her off your land, to start with"". Dunk wished he were as certain as he sounded.

The old knight's mustache trembled every time he took a breath. ""Yes"", he said at last. ""Better to go boldly than hide behind stone walls. Better to die a lion than a rabbit. We were the Marshalls of the Northmarch for a thousand years. I must have my armor"". He started up the steps.

Egg was looking up at Dunk. ""I never knew you had a tail, ser"", the boy said.

""Do you want a clout in the ear?""

""No, ser. Do you want your armor?""

""That"", Dunk said, ""and one thing more"".

There was talk of Ser Bennis coming with them, but in the end Ser Eustace commanded him to stay and hold the tower. His sword would be of little use against the odds that they were like to face, and the sight of him would inflame the Widow further.

The brown knight did not require much convincing. Dunk helped him knock loose the iron pegs that held the upper steps in place. Bennis clambered up them, untied the old gray hempen rope, and hauled on it with all his strength. Creaking and groaning, the wooden stair swung upward, leaving ten feet of air between the top stone step and the tower's only entrance. Sam Stoops and his wife were both inside. The chickens would need to fend for themselves. Sitting below on his gray gelding, Ser Eustace called up to say, ""If we have not returned by nightfall.. "".

""… I'll ride for Highgarden, m'lord, and tell Lord Tyrell how that woman burned your wood and murdered you"".

Dunk followed Egg and Maester down the hill. The old man came after, his armor rattling softly. For once a wind was rising, and he could hear the flapping of his cloak.

Where Wat's Wood had stood they found a smoking wasteland. The fire had largely burned itself out by the time they reached the wood, but here and there a few patches were still burning, fiery islands in a sea of ash and cinders. Elsewhere the trunks of burned trees thrust like blackened spears into the sky. Other trees had fallen and lay athwart the west way with limbs charred and broken, dull red fires smoldering inside their hollow hearts. There were hot spots on the forest floor as well, and places where the smoke hung in the air like a hot gray haze. Ser Eustace was stricken with a fit of coughing, and for a few moments Dunk feared the old man would need to turn back, but finally it passed.

They rode past the carcass of a red deer, and later on what might have been a badger. Nothing lived, except the flies. Flies could live through anything, it seemed."

"""The Field of Fire must have looked like this"", Ser Eustace said. ""It was there our woes began, two hundred years ago. The last of the green kings perished on that field, with the finest flowers of the Reach around him. My father said the dragonfire burned so hot that their swords melted in their hands. Afterward the blades were gathered up, and went to make the Iron Throne. Highgarden passed from kings to stewards, and the Osgreys dwindled and diminished, until the Marshalls of the Northmarch were no more than landed knights bound in fealty to the Rowans"".

Dunk had nothing to say to that, so they rode in silence for a time, till Ser Eustace coughed, and said, ""Ser Duncan, do you remember the story that I told you?""

""I might, ser"", said Dunk. ""Which one?""

""The Little Lion"".

""I remember. He was the youngest of five sons"".

""Good"". He coughed again. ""When he slew Lancel Lannister, the westermen turned back. Without the king there was no war. Do you understand what I am saying?""

""Aye"", Dunk said reluctantly. Could I kill a woman? For once Dunk wished he were as thick as that castle wall. It must not come to that. I must not let it come to that.

A few green trees still stood where the west way crossed the Chequy Water. Their trunks were charred and blackened on one side. Just beyond, the water glimmered darkly. Blue and green, Dunk thought, but all the gold is gone. The smoke had veiled the sun.

Ser Eustace halted when he reached the water's edge. ""I took a holy vow. I will not cross that stream. Not so long as the land beyond is hers "". The old knight wore mail and plate beneath his yellowed surcoat. His sword was on his hip.

""What if she never comes, ser?"" Egg asked.

With fire and sword, Dunk thought. ""She'll come"".

She did, and within the hour. They heard her horses first, and then the faint metallic sound of clinking armor, growing louder. The drifting smoke made it hard to tell how far off they were, until her banner bearer pushed through the ragged gray curtain. His staff was crowned by an iron spider painted white and red, with the black banner of the Webbers hanging listlessly beneath. When he saw them across the water, he halted on the bank. Ser Lucas Inchfield appeared half a heartbeat later, armored head to heel.