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sh; but even so; Dunk wished he were in the crowd to watch the jousting。 It would be a good day for hedge knights; for men in plain mail on unbarded horses。
 He could hear them; at least。 The horns of the heralds carried well; and from time to time a roar from the crowd told him that someone had fallen; or risen; or done something especially bold。 He heard faint hoofbeats too; and once in a great while the clash of swords or the snap of a lance。 Dunk winced whenever he heard that last; it reminded him of the noise Tanselle's finger had made when Aerion broke it。 There were other sounds too; closer at hand: footfalls in the hall outside his door; the stamp of hooves in the yard below; shouts and voices from the castle walls。 Sometimes they drowned out the tourney。 Dunk supposed that was just as well。
 〃A hedge knight is the truest kind of knight; Dunk;〃 the old man had told him; a long…long time ago。 〃Other knights serve the lords who keep them; or from whom they hold their lands; but we serve where we will; for men whose causes we believe in。 Every knight swears to protect the weak and innocent; but we keep the vow best; I think。〃 Queer how strong that memory seemed。 Dunk had quite forgotten those words。 And perhaps the old man had as well; toward the end。
 The morning turned to afternoon。 The distant sounds of the tourney began to dwindle and die。 Dusk began to seep into the cell; but Dunk still sat in the window seat; looking out on the gathering dark and trying to ignore his empty belly。
 And then he heard footsteps and a jangling of iron keys。 He uncoiled and rose to his feet as the door opened。 Two guards pushed in; one bearing an oil lamp。 A servingman followed with a tray of food。 Behind came Egg。 〃Leave the lamp and the food and go;〃 the boy told them。
 They did as he manded; though Dunk noticed that they left the heavy wooden door ajar。 The smell of the food made him realize how ravenous he was。 There was hot bread and honey; a bowl of pease porridge; a skewer of roast onions and well…charred meat。 He sat by the tray; pulled apart the bread with his hands; and stuffed some into his mouth。 〃There's no knife;〃 he observed。 〃Did they think I'd stab you; boy?〃
 〃They didn't tell me what they thought。〃 Egg wore a close…fitting black wool doublet with a tucked waist and long sleeves lined with red satin。 Across his chest was sewn the three…headed dragon of House Targaryen。 〃My uncle says I must humbly beg your forgiveness for deceiving you。〃
 〃Your uncle;〃 said Dunk。 〃That would be Prince Baelor。〃
 The boy looked miserable。 〃I never meant to lie。〃
 〃But you did。 About everything。 Starting with your name。 I never heard of a Prince Egg。〃
 〃It's short for Aegon。 My brother Aemon named me Egg。 He's off at the Citadel now; learning to be a maester。 And Daeron sometimes calls me Egg as well; and so do my sisters。〃
 Dunk lifted the skewer and bit into a chunk of meat。 Goat; flavored with some lordly spice he'd never tasted before。 Grease ran down his chin。 〃Aegon;〃 he repeated。 〃Of course it would be Aegon。 Like Aegon the Dragon。 How many Aegons have been king?〃
 〃Four;〃 the boy said。 〃Four Aegons。〃
 Dunk chewed; swallowed; and tore off some more bread。 〃Why did you do it? Was it some jape; to make a fool of the stupid hedge knight?〃
 〃No。〃 The boy's eyes filled with tears; but he stood there manfully。 〃I was supposed to squire for Daeron。 He's my oldest brother。 I learned everything I had to learn to be a good squire; but Daeron isn't a very good knight。 He didn't want to ride in the tourney; so after we left Summerhall he stole away from our escort; only instead of doubling back he went straight on toward Ashford; thinking they'd never look for us that way。 It was him shaved my head。 He knew my father would send men hunting us。 Daeron has mon hair; sort of a pale brown; nothing special; but mine is like Aerion's and my father's。〃
 〃The blood of the dragon;〃 Dunk said。 〃Silver…gold hair and purple eyes; everyone knows that。〃 Thick as a castle wall; Dunk。
 〃Yes。 So Daeron shaved it off。 He meant for us to hide until the tourney was over。 Only then you took me for a stableboy; and 。 。 。〃 He lowered his eyes。 〃I didn't care if Daeron fought or not; but I wanted to be somebody's squire。 I'm sorry; ser。 I truly am。〃
 Dunk looked at him thoughtfully。 He knew what it was like to want something so badly that you would tell a monstrous lie just to get near it。 〃I thought you were like me;〃 he said。 〃Might be you are。 Only not the way I thought。〃
 〃We're both from King's Landing still;〃 the boy said hopefully。
 Dunk had to laugh。 〃Yes; you from the top of Aegon's Hill and me from the bottom。〃
 〃That's not so far; ser。〃
 Dunk took a bite from an onion。 〃Do I need to call you m'lord or Your Grace or something?〃
 〃At court;〃 the boy admitted; 〃but other times you can keep on calling me Egg if you like; Ser。〃
 〃What will they do with me; Egg?〃
 〃My uncle wants to see you。 After you're done eating; ser。〃
 Dunk shoved the platter aside; and stood。 〃I'm done now; then。 I've already kicked one prince in the mouth; I don't mean to keep another waiting。〃
 
 Lord Ashford had turned his own chambers over to Prince Baelor for the duration of his stay; so it was to the lord's solar that Egg … no; Aegon; he would have to get used to that … conducted him。 Baelor sat reading by the light of beeswax candle。 Dunk knelt before him。 〃Rise;〃 the prince said。 〃Would you care for wine?〃
 〃As it please you; Your Grace。〃
 〃Pour Ser Duncan a cup of the sweet Dornish red; Aegon;〃 the prince manded。 〃Try not to spill it on him; you've done him sufficient ill already。〃
 〃The boy won't spill; Your Grace;〃 said Dunk。 〃He's a good boy。 A good squire。 And he meant no harm to me; I know。〃
 〃One need not intend harm to do it。 Aegon should have e to me when he saw what his brother was doing to those puppeteers。 Instead he ran to you。 That was no kindness。 What you did; ser。。。 well; I might have done the same in your place; but I am a prince of the realm; not a hedge knight。 It is never wise to strike a king's grandson in anger; no matter the cause。〃
 Dunk nodded grimly。 Egg offered him a silver goblet; brimming with wine。 He accepted it and took a long swallow。
 〃I hate Aerion;〃 Egg said with vehemence。 〃And I had to run for Ser Duncan; uncle; the castle was too far。〃
 〃Aerion is your brother;〃 the prince said firmly; 〃and the septons say we must love our brothers。 Aegon; leave us now; I would speak with Ser Duncan privately。〃
 The boy put down the flagon of wine and bowed stiffly。 〃As you will; Your Grace。〃 He went to the door of the solar and closed it softly behind him。
 Baelor Breakspear studied Dunk's eyes for a long moment。 〃Ser Duncan; let me ask you this … how good a knight are you; truly? How skilled at arms?〃
 Dunk did not know what to say。 〃Ser Arlan taught me sword and shield; and how to tilt at rings and quintains。〃
 Prince Baelor seemed troubled by that answer。 〃My brother Maekar returned to the castle a few hours ago。 He found his heir drunk in an inn a day's ride to the south。 Maekar would never admit as much; but I believe it was his secret hope that his sons might outshine mine in this tourney。 Instead they have both shamed him; but what is he to do? They are blood of his blood。 Maekar is angry; and must needs have a target for his wrath。 He has chosen you。
 〃Me?〃 Dunk said miserably。
 〃Aerion has already filled his father's ear。 And Daeron has not helped you either。 To excuse his own cowardice; he told my brother that a huge robber knight; chance met on the road; made off with Aegon。 I fear you have been cast as this robber knight; ser。 In Daeron's tale; he has spent all these days pursuing you hither and yon; to win back his brother。〃
 〃But Egg will tell him the truth。 Aegon; I mean。
 〃Egg will tell him; I have no doubt;〃 said Prince Baelor; 〃but the boy has been known to lie too; as you have good reason to recall。 Which son will my brother believe? As for the matter of these puppeteers; by the time Aerion is done twisting the tale it will be high treason。 The dragon is the sigil of the royal House。 To portray one being slain; sawdust blood spilling from its neck。。。 well; it was do

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