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    Dunk squeezed his eyes shut, his face burning. “Begging your pardon. I am not comely, your grace. You mock me.”

    “You are mistaken on both counts," Baelor said softly, smiling. "In truth, I thought of little else after you left here. Little save this fresh-faced young knight, as big and strong as an oak, who seemed so eager to please me.”

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    His gauntlet comes to Dunk's face, brushes clumsily over him. "My man," he breathes, barely a whisper, and there's blood on the metal, and it smears over his lips as he weeps, "Your man."

    Something sparks in his - his head, his guts - wrenching -

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    (It's divine intervention.)

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    Baelor survives the blow that should have ended him. What follows is not victory, but vigil. Within the hush of recovery, those who remain must confront what has been lost, and what may yet emerge in its place.

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    "Try not to overwhelm the boy," Maekar bites on his way out. "If you pull the benevolent prince act on him after you nearly died serving his side in the trial, he may actually drop dead."

    "Perish the thought," Baelor manages, "he is the kind of knight this realm needs more sorely than anything."

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    Baelor Breakspear lives and confronts his hedge knight.

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    "The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, and brought Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, given that you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"

    Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."

    "Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "Thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.


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