grrm.thehedgeknight-第8节
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〃I make it a practice to learn all I can of my foes。〃
〃Why would you deign to joust with a hedge knight？〃
〃It was nine years past； at Storm's End。 Lord Baratheon held a hastilude to celebrate the birth of a grandson。 The lots made Ser Arlan my opponent in the first tilt。 We broke four lances before I finally unhorsed him。
〃Seven；〃 insisted Dunk； 〃and that was against the Prince of Dragonstone！〃 No sooner were the words out than he wanted them back。 Dunk the lunk； thick as a castle wall； he could hear the old man chiding。
〃So it was。〃 The prince with the broken nose smiled gently。 〃Tales grow in the telling； I know。 Do not think ill of your old master； but it was four lances only； I fear。〃
Dunk was grateful that the hall was dim； he knew his ears were red。 〃My lord。〃 No； that's wrong too。 〃Your Grace。〃 He fell to his knees and lowered his head。 〃As you say； four； I meant no 。 。 。 I never 。 。 。 The old man； Ser Arlan； he used to say I was thick as a castle wall and slow as an aurochs。〃
〃And strong as an aurochs； by the look of you；〃 said Baelor Breakspear。 〃No harm was done； ser。 Rise。〃
Dunk got to his feet； wondering if he should keep his head down or if he was allowed to look a prince in the face。 I am speaking with Baelor Targaryen； Prince of Dragonstone； Hand of the King； and heir apparent to the Iron Throne of Aegon the Conqueror。 What could a hedge knight dare say to such a person？ 〃Y…you gave him back his horse and armor and took no ransom； I remember；〃 he stammered。 〃The old … Ser Arlan； he told me you were the soul of chivalry； and that one day the Seven Kingdoms would be safe in your hands。〃
〃Not for many a year still； I pray；〃 Prince Baelor said。
〃No；〃 said Dunk； horrified。 He almost said； I didn't mean that the king should die； but stopped himself in time。 〃I am sorry； m'lord。 Your Grace； I mean。〃
Belatedly he recalled that the stocky man with the silver beard had addressed Prince Baelor as brother。 He is blood of the dragon as well； damn me for a fool。 He could only be Prince Maekar； the youngest of King Daeron's four sons。 Prince Aerys was bookish and Prince Rhaegel mad； meek； and sickly。 Neither was like to cross half the realm to attend a tourney； but Maekar was said to be a redoubtable warrior in his own right； though ever in the shadow of his eldest brother。
〃You wish to enter the lists； is that it？〃 asked Prince Baelor。 〃That decision rests with the master of the games； but I see no reason to deny you。〃
The steward inclined his head。 〃As you say； my lord。〃
Dunk tried to stammer out thanks； but Prince Maekar cut him off。 〃Very well； ser； you are grateful。 Now be off with you。〃
〃You must forgive my noble brother； ser；〃 said Prince Baelor。 〃Two of his sons have gone astray on their way here； and he fears for them。〃
〃The spring rains have swollen many of the streams；〃 said Dunk。 〃Perhaps the princes are only delayed。〃
〃I did not e here to take counsel from a hedge knight；〃 Prince Maekar declared to his brother。
〃You may go； ser；〃 Prince Baelor told Dunk； not unkindly。
〃Yes； my lord。〃 He bowed and turned。
But before he could get away； the prince called after him。 〃Ser。 One thing more。 You are not of Ser Arlan's blood？〃
〃Yes； m'lord。 I mean； no。 I'm not。〃
The prince nodded at the battered shield Dunk carried； and the winged chalice upon its face。 〃By law； only a trueborn son is entitled to inherit a knight's arms。 You must needs find a new device； ser； a sigil of your own。〃
〃I will；〃 said Dunk。 〃Thank you again； Your Grace。 I will fight bravely； you'll see。〃 As brave as Baelor Breakspear； the old man would often say。
The winesellers and sausage makers were doing a brisk trade； and whores walked brazenly among the stalls and pavilions。 Some were pretty enough； one red…haired girl in particular。 He could not help staring at her breasts； the way they moved under her loose shift as she sauntered past。 He thought of the silver in his pouch。 I could have her； if I liked。 She'd like the clink of my coin well enough； I could take her back to my camp and have her； all night if I wanted。 He had never lain with a woman； and for all he knew he might die in his first tilt。 Tourneys could be dangerous 。 。 。 but whores could be dangerous too； the old man had warned him of that。 She might rob me while I slept； and what would I do then？ When the red…haired girl glanced back over her shoulder at him； Dunk shook his head and walked away。
He found Egg at the puppet show； sitting crosslegged on the ground with the hood of his cloak pulled all the way forward to hide his baldness。 The boy had been afraid to enter the castle； which Dunk put down to equal parts shyness and shame。 He does not think himself worthy to mingle with lords and ladies； let alone great princes。 It had been the same with him when he was little。 The world beyond Flea Bottom had seemed as frightening as it was exciting。 Egg needs time； that's all。 For the present； it seemed kinder to give the lad a few coppers and let him enjoy himself among the stalls than to drag him along unwilling into the castle。
This morning the puppeteers were doing the tale of Florian and Jonquil。 The fat Dornishwoman was working Florian in his armor made of motley； while the tall girl held Jonquil's strings。 〃You are no knight；〃 she was saying as the puppet's mouth moved up and down。 〃I know you。 You are Florian the Fool。〃
〃I am； my lady；〃 the other puppet answered； kneeling。 〃As great a fool as ever lived； and as great a knight as well。〃
〃A fool and a knight？〃 said Jonquil。 〃I have never heard of such a thing。〃
〃Sweet lady；〃 said Florian； 〃all men are fools； and all men are knights； where women are concerned。〃
It was a good show； sad and sweet both； with a sprightly swordfight at the end； and a nicely painted giant。 When it was over； the fat woman went among the crowd to collect coins while the girl packed away the puppets。
Dunk collected Egg and went up to her。
〃M'lord？〃 she said； with a sideways glance and a half…smile。 She was a head shorter than he was； but still taller than any other girl he had ever seen。
〃That was good；〃 Egg enthused。 〃I like how you make them move； Jonquil and the dragon and all。 I saw a puppet show last year； but they moved all jerky。 Yours are more smooth。〃
〃Thank you；〃 she told the boy politely。
Dunk said； 〃Your figures are well carved too。 The dragon； especially。 A fearsome beast。 You make them yourself？〃
She nodded。 〃My uncle does the carving。 I paint them。〃
〃Could you paint something for me？ I have the coin to pay。〃 He slipped the shield off his shoulder and turned it to show her。 〃I need to paint something over the chalice。〃
The girl glanced at the shield； and then at him。
〃What would you want painted？〃
Dunk had not considered that。 If not the old man's winged chalice； what？ His head was empty。 Dunk the lunk； thick as a castle wall。 〃I don't 。 。 。 I'm not certain。〃 His ears were turning red； he realized miserably。 〃You must think me an utter fool。〃
She smiled。 〃All men are fools； and all men are knights。〃
〃What color paint do you have？〃 he asked； hoping that might give him an idea。
〃I can mix paints to make any color you want。〃
The old man's brown had always seemed drab to Dunk。 〃The field should be the color of sunset；〃 he said suddenly。 〃The old man liked sunsets。 And the device 。 。 。
〃An elm tree；〃 said Egg。 〃A big elm tree； like the one by the pool； with a brown trunk and green branches。〃
〃Yes；〃 Dunk said。 〃That would serve。 An elm tree 。 。 。 but with a shooting star above。 Could you do that？〃
The girl nodded。 〃Give me the shield。 I'll paint it this very night； and have it back to you on the morrow。〃
Dunk handed it over。 〃I am called Ser Duncan the Tall。〃
〃I'm Tanselle；〃 she laughed。 〃Tanselle Too…Tall； the boys used to call me。〃
〃You're not too tall；〃 Dunk blurted out。 〃You're just right for。 。 。〃 He realized what he had been about to say； and blushed furiously。
〃For？〃 said Tanselle； cocking her head inquisitively。
〃Puppets；〃 he finished lamely。
The first day of the tourney dawned bright and clear。 Dunk bought a sackful of foodstuffs； so they were able to break their fast on goose eggs； fried bread； and bacon； but when the food was cooked he found he had no appetite。 His belly felt hard as a rock； even though he knew he would not ride today。 The right of first challenge would go to knights of higher birth and greater renown； to lords and their Sons and champions from other tourneys。
Egg chattered all through their breakfast； talking of this man and that man and how they might fare。 He was not japing me when he said he knew every good knight in the Seven Kingdoms； Dunk thought ruefully。 He found it humbling to listen so intently to the words of a scrawny orphan boy； but Egg's knowledge might serve him should he face one of these men in a tilt。
The meadow was a churning mass of people； all trying to elbow their way closer for a better view。 Dunk was as good an elbower as any； and bigger than most。 He squirmed forward to a rise six yards from the fence。 When Egg plained that all he could see were arses； Dunk sat the boy on his shoulders。 Across the field； the viewing stand was filling up with highborn
