The Sworn Sword

""This is not his doing. This maester set them to the task"".

""It's for the crops, ser"", a jug-eared digger said. ""The wheat was dying, the maester said. The pear trees, too"".

""Well, maybe them pear trees die, or maybe you do"".

""Your talk don't frighten us"", said the old man.

""No?"" Bennis made his longsword whistle, opening the old man's cheek from ear to jaw. ""I said, them pear trees die, or you do"". The digger's blood ran red down one side of his face.

He should not have done that. Dunk had to swallow his rage. Bennis was on his side in this. ""Get away from here"", he shouted at the diggers. ""Go back to your lady's castle"".

""Run"", Ser Bennis urged.

Three of them let go of their tools and did just that, sprinting through the grass. But another man, sunburned and brawny, hefted a pick and said, ""There's only two of them"".

""Shovels against swords is a fool's fight, Jorgen"", the old man said, holding his face. Blood trickled through his fingers. ""This won't be the end of this. Don't think it will"".

""One more word, and I might be the end o' you"".

""We meant no harm to you"", Dunk said to the old man's bloody face. ""All we want is our water. Tell your lady that"".

""Oh, we'll tell her, ser"", promised the brawny man, still clutching his pick. ""That we will"".

On the way home they cut through the heart of Wat's Wood, grateful for the small measure of shade provided by the trees. Even so, they cooked. Supposedly there were deer in the wood, but the only living things they saw were flies. They buzzed about Dunk's face as he rode, and crept round Thunder's eyes, irritating the big warhorse no end. The air was still, suffocating. At least in Dorne the days were dry, and at night it grew so cold I shivered in my cloak. In the Reach the nights were hardly cooler than the days, even this far north.

When ducking down beneath an overhanging limb, Dunk plucked a leaf and crumpled it between his fingers. It fell apart like thousand-year-old parchment in his hand. ""There was no need to cut that man"", he told Bennis.

""A tickle on the cheek was all it was, to teach him to mind his tongue. I should of cut his bloody throat for him, only then the rest would of run like rabbits, and we'd of had to ride down the lot o' them"".

""You'd kill twenty men?"" Dunk said, incredulous."

"""Twenty– two. That's two more'n all your fingers and your toes, lunk. You have to kill them all, else they go telling tales"". They circled round a deadfall. ""We should of told Ser Useless the drought dried up his little pissant stream"".

""Ser Eustace . You would have lied to him"".

""Aye, and why not? Who's to tell him any different? The flies?"" Bennis grinned a wet red grin. ""Ser Useless never leaves the tower, except to see the boys down in the blackberries"".

""A sworn sword owes his lord the truth"".

""There's truths and truths, lunk. Some don't serve"". He spat. ""The gods make droughts. A man can't do a bloody buggering thing about the gods. The Red Widow, though… we tell Useless that bitch dog took his water, he'll feel honor-bound to take it back. Wait and see. He'll think he's got to do something "".

""He should. Our smallfolk need that water for their crops"".

"" Our smallfolk?"" Ser Bennis brayed his laughter. ""Was I off having a squat when Ser Useless made you his heir? How many smallfolk you figure you got? Ten? And that's counting Squinty Jeyne's half-wit son that don't know which end o' the ax to hold. Go make knights o' every one, and we'll have half as many as the Widow, and never mind her squires and her archers and the rest. You'd need both hands and both feet to count all them, and your bald-head boy's fingers and toes, too"".

""I don't need toes to count"". Dunk was sick of the heat, the flies, and the brown knight's company. He may have ridden with Ser Arlan once, but that was years and years ago. The man is grown mean and false and craven. He put his heels into his horse and trotted on ahead, to put the smell behind him.

Standfast was a castle only by courtesy. Though it stood bravely atop a rocky hill and could be seen for leagues around, it was no more than a towerhouse. A partial collapse a few centuries ago had required some rebuilding, so the north and west faces were pale gray stone above the windows, and the old black stone below. Turrets had been added to the roofline during the repair, but only on the sides that were rebuilt; at the other two corners crouched ancient stone grotesques, so badly abraded by wind and weather that it was hard to say what they had been. The pinewood roof was flat, but badly warped and prone to leaks.

A crooked path led from the foot of the hill up to the tower, so narrow it could only be ridden single file. Dunk led the way on the ascent, with Bennis just behind. He could see Egg above them, standing on a jut of rock in his floppy straw hat.