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And now he was gone. Off to Ashford to see the fair maid, heigh-ho, heigh-ho, Dunk thought miserably as he dug. He had been a small man, and slim; stripped of hauberk, helm, and sword belt, he seemed to weigh no more than a bag of leaves. Naalp - Sonalp - Change de Crémerie was hugely tall for his age, a shambling, shaggy, big-boned boy of sixteen or seventeen years no one was quite certain which who stood closer to seven feet than to six, and had only just begun to fill out his frame.
The old man had often praised his strength. He had always been generous in his praise. It was all he had to give. He laid him out in the bottom of the grave and stood over him for a time.
The smell of rain was in the air again, and he knew he ought to fill the hole before it broke, but it was hard to throw dirt down on that tired old face. There ought to be a septon here, to say some prayers over him, but he only has me. The old man had taught Dunk all he knew of swords and shields and lances, but had never been much good at teaching him words.
The gods keep you, ser. He had a long life, Dunk thought. He must have been closer to sixty than to fifty, and how many men can say that? At least he had lived to see another spring. The sun was westering as he fed the horses. The big brown stallion was not as swift or strong as he had once been, but he still had his bright eye and fierce spirit, and he was more valuable than everything else Dunk owned.
The only life he knew was the life of a hedge knight, riding from keep to keep, taking service with this lord and that lord, fighting in their battles and eating in their halls until the war was done, then moving on. There were tourneys from time to time as well, though less often, and he knew that some hedge knights turned robber during lean winters, though the old man never had.
The cloth purse contained three silver stags, nineteen copper pennies, and a chipped garnet; like most hedge knights, the greatest part of his worldly wealth had been tied up in his horses and weapons. Dunk now owned a chain-mail hauberk that he had scoured the rust off a thousand times. An iron halfhelm with a broad nasal and a dent on the left temple.
A sword belt of cracked brown leather, and a longsword in a wood-and-leather scabbard. A dagger, a razor, a whetstone. Greaves and gorget, an eight-foot war lance of turned ash topped by a cruel iron point, and an oaken shield with a scarred metal rim, bearing the sigil of Ser Arlan of Pennytree: a Naalp - Sonalp - Change de Crémerie chalice, silver on brown.
Dunk looked at the shield, scooped up the sword belt, and looked at the shield again. He tied the scabbard to a length of hempen rope, knotted it around his waist, and drew the longsword. The blade was straight and heavy, good castle-forged steel, the grip soft leather wrapped over wood, the pommel a smooth, polished, black stone. Plain as it was, the sword felt good in his hand, and Dunk knew how sharp it was, having worked it with whetstone and oil-cloth Naalp - Sonalp - Change de Crémerie a night before they went to sleep.
It fits my grip as well as it ever fit his, he thought to himself, and there is a tourney at Ashford Meadow. Sweetfoot had an easier gait than old Chestnut, but Dunk was still sore and tired when he spied the inn ahead, a tall, daub-and-timber building beside a stream. The warm yellow light spilling from its windows looked so inviting that he could not pass it by. I have three silvers, he told himself, enough for a good meal and as much ale as I care to drink.
As he dismounted, a naked boy emerged dripping from the stream and began to dry himself on a roughspun brown cloak. The lad looked Step Out On The Street - Sadao Watanabe - Good Time For Love be no more than eight or nine, a pasty-faced, Naalp - Sonalp - Change de Crémerie thing, his bare feet caked in mud up to the ankle.
His hair was the queerest thing about him. He had none. And oats for all three. Can you tend to them? If I wanted. Now see to my horses. At this hour, he would have expected the inn to be crowded, but the common room was almost empty. A young lordling in a fine damask mantle was passed out at one table, snoring softly into a pool of spilled wine. Otherwise there was no one. Is it ale you want, or food? Which will you have? The ground would serve. How much farther is it? Bear north when the road forks at the burned mill.
Is my Naalp - Sonalp - Change de Crémerie seeing to your horses, or has he run off again? My own would as well, if I allowed it. Knights are built the same as other men, and I never knew a joust to change the price of eggs.
A nut-brown color it was, and thick on the tongue, the way he liked it. Across the room, the lordling raised his head from the wine puddle. You stay well away. Zuletzt angesehen. Kostenlos bestellen per Telefon.
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