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the loser's armor and horse； or his gold； and I can stand a loss myself
He walked slowly down the steps； reluctant to get on with what he must do next。 In the yard； he collared one of the stableboys。 〃I must speak with Lord Ashford's master of horse。〃
〃I'll find him for you。〃
It was cool and dim in the stables。 An unruly grey stallion snapped at him as he passed； but Sweetfoot only whickered softly and nuzzled his hand when he raised it to her nose。 〃You're a good girl； aren't you？〃 he murmured。 The old man always said that a knight should never love a horse； since more than a few were like to die under him； but he never heeded his own counsel either。 Dunk had often seen him spend his last copper on an apple for old Chestnut or some oats for Sweetfoot and Thunder。 The palfrey had been Ser Arlan's riding horse； and she had borne him tirelessly over thousands of miles； all up and down the Seven Kingdoms。 Dunk felt as though he were betraying an old friend； but what choice did he have？ Chestnut was too old to be worth much of anything； and Thunder must carry him in the lists。
Some time passed before the master of horse deigned to appear。 As he waited； Dunk heard a blare of trumpets from the walls； and a voice in the yard。 Curious； he led Sweetfoot to the stable door to see what was happening。 A large party of knights and mounted archers poured through the gates； a hundred men at least； riding some of the most splendid horses that Dunk had ever seen。 Some great lord has e。 He grabbed the arm of a stableboy as he ran past。 〃Who are they？〃
The boy looked at him queerly。 〃Can't you see the banners？〃 He wrenched free and hurried off。
The banners。。。 As Dunk turned his head； a gust of wind lifted the black silk pennon atop the tall staff； and the fierce three…headed dragon of House Targaryen seemed to spread its wings； breathing scarlet fire。 The banner…bearer was a tall knight in white scale armor chased with gold； a pure white cloak streaming from his shoulders。 Two of the other riders were armored in white from head to heel as well。 Kingsguard knights with the royal banner。 Small wonder Lord Ashford and his sons came hurrying out the doors of the keep； and the fair maid too； a short girl with yellow hair and a round pink face。 She does not seem so fair to me； Dunk thought。 The puppet girl was prettier。
〃Boy； let go of that nag and see to my horse。〃
A rider had dismounted in front of the stables。 He is talking to me； Dunk realized。 〃I am not a stableboy； m'lord。〃
〃Not clever enough？〃 The speaker wore a black cloak bordered in scarlet satin； but underneath was raiment bright as flame； all reds and yellows and golds。 Slim and straight as a dirk； though only of middling height； he was near Dunk's own age。 Curls of silver…gold hair framed a face sculpted and imperious； high brow and sharp cheekbones； straight nose； pale smooth skin without blemish。 His eyes were a deep violet color。 〃If you cannot manage a horse； fetch me some wine and a pretty wench。〃
〃I。 。 。 m'lord； pardons； I'm no serving man either。 I have the honor to be a knight。〃
〃Knighthood has fallen on sad days；〃 said the princeling； but then one of the stableboys came rushing up； and he turned away to hand him the reins of his palfrey； a splendid blood bay。 Dunk was forgotten in an instant。 Relieved； he slunk back inside the stables to wait for the master of horse。 He felt ill…at…ease enough around the lords in their pavilions； he had no business speaking to princes。
That the beautiful stripling was a prince he had no doubt。 The Targaryens were the blood of lost Valyria across the seas； and their silver…gold hair and violet eyes set them apart from mon men。 Dunk knew Prince Baelor was older； but the youth might well have been one of his sons： Valarr； who was often called 〃the Young Prince〃 to set him apart from his father； or Matarys； 〃the Even Younger Prince；〃 as old Lord Swann's fool had named him once。 There were other princelings as well； cousins to Valarr and Matarys。 Good King Daeron had four grown sons； three with sons of their own。 The line of the dragonkings had almost died out during his father's day； but it was monly said that Daeron II and his sons had left it secure for all time。
〃You。 Man。 You asked for me。〃 Lord Ashford's master of horse had a red face made redder by his orange livery； and a brusque manner of speaking。 〃What is it？ I have no time for…〃
〃I want to sell this palfrey；〃 Dunk broke in quickly； before the man could dismiss him。 〃She's a good horse； sure of foot…〃
〃I have no time； I tell you。〃 The man gave Sweetfoot no more than a glance。 〃My lord of Ashford has no need of such。 Take her to the town； perhaps Henly will give you a silver or three。〃 That quick； he was turning away。
〃Thank you； m'lord；〃 Dunk said before he could go。 〃M'lord； has the king e？〃
The master of horse laughed at him。 〃No； thank the gods。 This infestation of princes is trial enough。 Where am I going to find the stalls for all these animals？ And fodder？〃 He strode off shouting at his stableboys。
By the time Dunk left the stable； Lord Ashford had escorted his princely guests into the hail； but two of the Kingsguard knights in their white armor and snowy cloaks still lingered in the yard； talking with the captain of the guard。 Dunk halted before them。 〃M'lords； I am Ser Duncan the Tall。〃
〃Well met； Ser Duncan；〃 answered the bigger of the white knights。 〃I am Ser Roland Crakehall； and this is my Sworn Brother； Ser Donnel of Duskendale。〃
The seven champions of the Kingsguard were the most puissant warriors in all the Seven Kingdoms； saving only perhaps the crown prince； Baelor Breakspear himself。 〃Have you e to enter the lists？〃 Dunk asked anxiously。
〃It would not be fitting for us to ride against those we are sworn to protect；〃 answered Ser Donnel； red of hair and beard。
〃Prince Valarr has the honor to be one of Lady Ashford's champions；〃 explained Ser Roland； 〃and two of his cousins mean to challenge。 The rest of us have e only to watch。〃
Relieved； Dunk thanked the white knights for their kindness； and rode out through the castle gates before another prince should think to accost him。 Three princelings； he pondered as he turned the palfrey toward the streets of Ashford town。 Valarr was the eldest son of Prince Baelor； second in line to the Iron Throne； but Dunk did not know how much of his father's fabled prowess with lance and sword he might have inherited。 About the other Targaryen princes he knew even less。 What will I do if I have to ride against a prince？ Will I even be allowed to challenge one so highborn？ He did not know the answer。 The old man had often said he was thick as a castle wall； and just now he felt it。
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Henly liked the look of Sweetfoot well enough until he heard Dunk wanted to sell her。 Then all the stableman could see in her were faults。 He offered three hundred silvers。 Dunk said he must have three thousand。 After much arguing and cursing； they settled at seven hundred fifty silver stags。 That was a deal closer to Henly's starting price than to Dunk's； which made him feel the loser in the tilt； but the stableman would go no higher； so in the end he had no choice but to yield。 A second argument began when Dunk declared that the price did not include the saddle； and Henly insisted that it had。
Finally it was all settled。 As Henly left to fetch his coin； Dunk stroked Sweetfoot's mane and told her to be brave。 〃If I win； I'll e back and buy you again； I promise。〃 He had no doubt that all the palfrey's flaws would vanish in the intervening days； and she would be worth twice what she was today。
The stableman gave him three gold pieces and the rest in silver。 Dunk bit one of the gold coins and smiled。 He had never tasted gold before； nor handled it。 〃Dragons；〃 men called the coins； since they were stamped with the three…headed dragon of House Targaryen on one side。 The other bore the likeness of the king。 Two of the coins Henly gave him had King Daeron's face； the third was older； well worn； and showed a different man。 His name was there under his head； but Dunk could not read the letters。 Gold had been shaved off its edges too； he saw。 He pointed this out to Henly； and loudly。 The stableman grumbled； but handed over another few silvers and a fistful of coppers to make up the weight。 Dunk handed a few of the coppers right back； and nodded at Sweetfoot。 〃That's for her；〃 he said。 〃See that she has some Oats tonight。 Aye； and an apple too。〃
With the shield on his arm and the sack of old armor slung over his shoulder； Dunk set out on foot through the sunny streets of Ashford town。 The heft of all that coin in his pouch made him feel queer； almost giddy on one hand； and anxious on the other。 The old man had never trusted him with more than a coin or two at a time。 He could live a year on this much money。 And what will I do when it's gone； sell Thunder？ That road ended in beggary or outlawry。 This chance will never e again； I must risk all。
By the time he splashed back across the ford to the south bank of the Cockleswent； the morning was almost done and the tourney grounds had e to life once more。 The winesellers and sausage makers were doing a brisk trade； a dancing bear was shuffling a