grrm.thehedgeknight-第13部分
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counseled it。〃 He handed Dunk a wine cup。
〃Prince Baelor is an honorable man。〃
〃As the Bright Prince is not？〃 Raymun laughed。 〃Don't look so anxious； Ser Duncan； there's none here but us。 It is no secret that Aerion is a bad piece of work。 Thank the gods that he is well down in the order of succession。〃
〃You truly believe he meant to kill the horse？〃
〃Is there any doubt of it？ If Prince Maekar had been here； it would have gone differently； I promise you。 Aerion is all smiles and chivalry so long as his father is watching； if the tales be true； but when he's not 。 。 。〃
〃I saw that Prince Maekar's chair was empty。〃
〃He's left Ashford to search for his sons； along with Roland Crakehall of the Kingsguard。 There's a wild tale of robber knights going about； but I'll wager the prince is just off drunk again。〃
The wine was fine and fruity； as good a cup as he had ever tasted。 He rolled it in his mouth； swallowed； and said； 〃Which prince is this now？〃
〃Maekar's heir。 Daeron； he's named； after the king。 They call him Daeron the Drunken； though not in his father's hearing。 The youngest boy was with him as well。 They left Summerhall together but never reached Ashford。〃 Raymun drained his cup and set it aside。 〃Poor Maekar。〃
〃Poor？〃 said Dunk； startled。 〃The king's son？〃
〃The king's fourth son；〃 said Raymun； 〃not quite as bold as Prince Baelor； nor as clever as Prince Aerys； nor as gentle as Prince Rhaegel。 And now he must suffer seeing his own sons overshadowed by his brother's。 Daeron is a sot； Aerion is vain and cruel； the third son was so unpromising they gave him to the Citadel to make a maester of him； and the youngest …〃
〃Ser！ Ser Duncan！〃 Egg burst in panting。 His hood had fallen back； and the light from the brazier shone in his big dark eyes。 〃You have to run； he's hurting her！〃
Dunk lurched to his feet； confused。 〃Hurting？ Who？〃
〃Aerion！〃 the boy shouting。 〃He's hurting her。 The puppet girl。 Hurry。〃 Whirling； he darted back out into the night。
Dunk made to follow； but Raymun caught his arm。 〃Ser Duncan。 Aerion； he said。 A prince of the blood。 Be careful。〃
It was good counsel； he knew。 The old man would have said the same。 But he could not listen。 He wrenched free of Raymun's hand and shouldered his way out of the pavilion。 He could hear shouting off in the direction of the merchants' row。 Egg was almost out of sight。 Dunk ran after him。 His legs were long and the boy's short； he quickly closed the distance。
A wall of watchers had gathered around the puppeteers。 Dunk shouldered through them； ignoring their curses。 A man…at…arms in the royal livery stepped up to block him。 Dunk put a big band on his chest and shoved； sending the man flailing backward to sprawl on his arse in the dirt。
The puppeteer's stall had been knocked on its side。 The fat Dornishwoman was on the ground weeping。 One man…at…arms was dangling the puppets of Florian and Jonquil from his hands as another set them afire with a torch。 Three more men were opening chests； spilling more puppets on the ground and stamping on them。 The dragon puppet was scattered all about them； a broken wing here； its head there； its tail in three pieces。 And in the midst of it all stood Prince Aerion； resplendent in a red velvet doublet with long dagged sleeves； twisting Tanselle's arm in both hands。 She was on her knees； pleading with him。 Aerion ignored her。 He forced open her hand and seized one of her fingers。 Dunk stood there stupidly； not quite believing what he saw。 Then he heard a crack； and Tanselle screamed。
One of Aerion's men tried to grab him； and went flying。 Three long strides； then Dunk grabbed the prince's shoulder and wrenched him around hard。 His sword and dagger were forgotten； along with everything the old man had ever taught him。 His fist knocked Aerion off his feet； and the toe of his boot slammed into the prince's belly。 When Aerion went for his knife； Dunk stepped on his wrist and then kicked him again； right in the mouth。 He might have kicked him to death right then and there； but the princeling's men swarmed over him。 He had a man on each arm and another pounding him across the back。 No sooner had he wrestled free of one than two more were on him。
Finally they shoved him down and pinned his arms and legs。 Aerion was on his feet again。 The prince's mouth was bloody。 He pushed inside it with a finger。 〃You've loosened one of my teeth；〃 he plained； 〃so we'll start by breaking all of yours。〃 He pushed his hair from his eyes。 〃You look familiar。〃
〃You took me for a stableboy。〃
Aerion smiled redly。 〃I recall。 You refused to take my horse。 Why did you throw your life away？ For this whore？〃 Tanselle was curled up on the ground； cradling her maimed hand。 He gave her a shove with the toe of his boot。 〃She's scarcely worth it。 A traitor。 The dragon ought never lose。〃
He is mad； thought Dunk； but he is still a prince's son； and he means to kill me。 He might have prayed then； if he had known a prayer all the way through； but there was no time。 There was hardly even time to be afraid。
〃Nothing more to say？〃 said Aerion。 〃You bore me； ser。〃 He poked at his bloody mouth again。 〃Get a hammer and break all his teeth out； Wate；〃 he manded； 〃and then let's cut him open and show him the color of his entrails。〃
〃No！〃 a boy's voice said。 〃Don't hurt him！〃
Gods be good； the boy； the brave foolish boy； Dunk thought。 He fought against the arms restraining him； but it was no good。 〃Hold your tongue； you stupid boy。 Run away。 They'll hurt you！〃
〃No they won't。〃 Egg moved closer。 〃If they do； they'll answer to my father。 And my uncle as well。 Let go of him； I said。 Wate； Yorkel； you know me。 Do as I say。〃
The hands holding his left arm were gone； and then the others。 Dunk did not understand what was happening。 The men…at…arms were backing away。 One even knelt。 Then the crowd parted for Raymun Fossoway。 He had donned mail and helm； and his hand was on his sword。 His cousin Ser Steffon； just behind him； had already bared his blade； and with them were a half…dozen men…at…arms with the red apple badge sewn on their breasts。
Prince Aerion paid them no mind。 〃Impudent little wretch；〃 he said to Egg； spitting a mouthful of blood at the boy's feet。 〃What happened to your hair？〃
〃I cut it off； brother；〃 said Egg。 〃I didn't want to look like you。〃
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The second day of the tourney was overcast； with a gusty wind blowing from the west。 The crowds should be less on a day like this； Dunk thought。 It would have been easier for them to find a spot near the fence to see the jousting up close。 Egg might have sat on the rail； while I stood behind him。
Instead Egg would have a seat in the viewing box； dressed in silks and furs； while Dunk's view would be limited to the four walls of the tower cell where Lord Ashford's men had confined him。 The chamber had a window； but it faced in the wrong direction。 Even so； Dunk crammed himself into the window seat as the sun came up； and stared gloomily off across town and field and forest。 They had taken his hempen sword belt； and his sword and dagger with it； and they had taken his silver as well。 He hoped Egg or Raymun would remember Chestnut and Thunder。
〃Egg；〃 he muttered low under his breath。 His squire； a poor lad plucked from the streets of King's Landing。 Had ever a knight been made such a fool？ Dunk the lunk； thick as a castle wall and slow as an aurochs。
He had not been permitted to speak to Egg since Lord Ashford's soldiers had scooped them all up at the puppet show。 Nor Raymun； nor Tanselle； nor anyone； not even Lord Ashford himself。 He wondered if he would ever see any of them again。 For all he knew； they meant to keep him in this small room until he died。 What did I think would happen？ he asked himself bitterly。 I knocked down a prince's son and kicked him in the face。
Beneath these grey skies； the flowing finery of the highborn lords and great champions would not seem quite so splendid as it had the day before。 The sun； walled behind the clouds； would not brush their steel helms with brilliance； nor make their gold and silver chasings glitter and flash； but even so； Dunk wished he were in the crowd to watch the jousting。 It would be a good day for
