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[rain falling]

[horse neighing]

[Dunk grunting]

[distant thunder rumbling]

- [whispering] Hey.
- [horse nickering]

[grunting]

- [thunder rumbling]
- [horse neighing]

[grunting]

[sighs]

I don't know the right words.

Ought to be a septon here.

You were a true knight.

You never beat me
when I didn't deserve it.

[shouting]

- Fuck.
- [grunting]

Except that time
in Maidenpool.

[thunder rumbling]

It was the inn boy
ate the widow woman's pie.

Not me. I told you.

[rooster crowing]

Why, you...
[grunting]

[sniffing]

Doesn't matter now.

[thunder rumbling]

[exhales sharply]

I'd leave your sword,
but it--

it would only rust
in the ground.

[sniffing]

[sobbing]
I wish you didn't die, ser.

[whimpering]

I'll take good care
of the horses.

[distant sheep bleating]

[horse nickering]

[birdsong]

Eat like a king
if I sold you three.

[horse neighing]

For a year or two.

- Then what?
- [horse neighing]

That road ends in outlawry
or beggary.

[wind whistling]

We could go to a city.

[horse nickering]

King's Landing?
Lannisport?

[horse huffing]

Could join the City Watch.

[horses snorting, nickering]

Stop raping, ser.

[horse neighing]

Fits my grip
as well as it ever fit his.

[wind intensifying]

And there is a tourney
at Ashford Meadow.

[♪ dramatic theme playing]

- [wet splatting]
- [relieving sighs]

[continues sighing]

[bird chirping]

[chirping continues]

[grunting]

[♪ melancholy music playing]

[horse nickering]

[dog barking]

[crows cawing]

Hello there.
Are you the stableboy?

I want the palfrey
rubbed down.

And oats for all three.
You tend to them?

I could, if I wanted.

[Dunk] None of that.
See to the horses.

You'll get a copper
if you do well,
and a clout in the ear if not.

[liquid bubbling]

[door opens]

[pots clanging]

Sit where you like.

[pots continue clanging]

There's good lamb
roasted with a crust of herbs

and some ducks
my son shot down.
Which will you have?

Both.

[laughing]

You're big enough for it.

[chair scraping]

[clears throat]

- How much farther to Ashford?
- Day's ride.

Is my boy seeing to your horses
or has he run off again?

[sniffing]
No, he's there.

Half the town's
gone down the tourney.

Mine would, too,
if I allowed it.

[chuckles] I swear,
I couldn't tell you why.

Knights are built the same
as other men.

And I never knew a joust
to change the price of eggs.

Bound for
the tourney yourself?

[guest] I dreamed of you.

Stay the fuck away from me.
You hear?

My lord?

[blows forcefully]

- [heavy footfall]
- [stairs creaking]

[coins jingling]

Never you mind
that one, ser.

I'll see about your food.

- [door closes]
- [dog barking]

[horse whinnying]

- [stableboy] Hiya!
Take that! Yah!
- [horse neighing]

[vocalizing]

- Oi!
- [gasps] My lord.

- You thief!
- I-- I did not mean
to offend you.

Take that armor off you.
Now!

And be glad Thunder
didn't kick you
in that fool head of yours.

He's a war horse,
not a boy's pony.

I could ride him
as well as you.

- [horse huffing]
- Close your insolent mouth.

I--

I'm a knight,
I'll have you know.

You don't look
to be a knight.

- What, all knights look
the same, do they?
- No.

But they don't look
like you either.

Your belt's made of rope.

So long as it holds
my scabbard, it serves.

Are you going
to the tourney, then?

Do you mean to enter the lists?

Yeah, I suppose I do.

Take me with you, ser.
Please.

And what might
your mother say to that?

Not much.

- She's dead.
- [scoffs]

Is the innkeeper not your...

You're an orphan boy.

Are you?

I was. Once.

Till my ser took me in.

Taught me arms
and riding, and...

and taught me
everything, really.
[chuckles softly]

- Best he could.
- [horse nickering]

If you could bring me
to Ashford,

I could squire for you, ser.

- [sighs]
- And you can teach me
best you can.

No, I have no need
for a squire, lad.

Every knight needs a squire.

And you look like you need one
more than most.

And you look like you need
a good clout in the ear.

Fill me a sack of oats.

I'm off for Ashford.
Alone.

Look, lad, I promise you...

you're better off not squiring
for the likes of me.

- For your help.
- [coin pings]

- [dog barking in distance]
- [Dunk scoffs]

Sulk all you wish.

I know you'll scoop it up
as soon as I'm gone.

[horse nickering]

[♪ soft music playing]

- [horse neighing]
- [people chattering in distance]

[♪ inspiring music playing]

[people chattering]

Sorry.

[soldier speaking indistinctly]

- Piss off.
- [soldiers laughing]

Beg pardon, men.

I wish to speak
to the master of the games.

[children grunting]

- [head thuds]
- Oh!

- [children continue playing]
- What do you want, man?

[child] Got you again!

I, uh, came for the tourney.

My lord's tourney
is a contest for knights.

- You a knight?
- Hyah!

Oi! Psst!

A knight with a name, mayhaps?

Uh, Dunk.

Ser Dunk.

I-- I was squire
to Ser Arlan of Pennytree
since I was a boy.

He knighted me before he passed,
with his own sword.

That's his penny there
in the hilt.

Well, a sword it is
for a certainty.

But I've never heard
of this Arlan of Pennytree.

You were his squire,
you say?

He always meant for me
to be a knight one day...

as he was.

Am I to be a knight
one day, ser?

- As you are?
- [sheep bleating]

[spitting]

When he was dying,
he called for his longsword

and bade me kneel.

Charged me
to be a good knight.

- [insect buzzing]
- To defend the weak
and the innocent.

Serve the realm
with all my might.

And I swore that I would.

[snorting, hocking
loudly]

[spitting]

Any knight can make a knight,
it's true.

Were there witnesses
to your dubbing?

Only a robin in a thorn tree.
[chuckles]

This is Ashford town, lad.

Know what comes to men here
who pretend at sacred oaths?

- I'm-- I'm not--
- We hang you

naked by your hands
and your feet...

lower you down asshole first
onto a sharpened point

and fuck you dry.

Call it the Ashford chair.
So, I ask you again.

Were there witnesses
to your dubbing

besides a fuckin' songbird?

Well, the--
see, it was raining.

- Uh--
- I'm bullshitting you.

[laughing]

[chuckles nervously]

"Ashford chair."

You take a boot to the head?

This is the Reach,
not the Riverlands.

- "Ashford chair." [chuckles]
- Think we're fending off

some scourge of cottagers,
scuttling about,

entering tourneys?

[snorting, hocking
loudly]

You'd need coin.
[spitting] Armor.

Horses. Men.

Training,
gods be good.

Imagine the poor farmer
charging down

Lyonel Baratheon
in the lists.

Mm, that would be--

A different sort
of entertainment.

Mm. Well, I'm no farmer.

Yet you've come
dressed as one.

Look, man,
my Lord Ashford

fancies himself of great import.
Gods know why.

Well, that means
I'm to ward off
every landed knight

and sellsword
vying to challenge.

You understand?
There are princes about.

No, of course.

[swords clanging in distance]

Your late master.

He'll be known
to the true knights
here assembled?

There was a pavilion

flying the banner
of House Dondarrion.

Aye, Ser Manfred of that house.

Ser Arlan served
his lord father in Dorne

a few years past.

Ser Manfred
will remember us.

By scent alone, no doubt.

If he'll speak
to your good honor,
bring him here with you

before the tourney
begins on the morrow.

Leave your escorts behind.

[insects buzzing]

- As you say.
- Aye.

You are aware that those
vanquished in tourney

forfeit their arms,
armor, and horse

to the victors,
and must ransom them back?

- Aye.
- And you have coin

- to pay such ransom?
- Oh, gods, no.

I-- I mean,
I won't have need of coin.

- [thud]
- [groaning]

Seven fu--

[horse neighing]

[♪ fiddle playing faintly]

[people chattering]

[chatter and laughter]

- Mind those two. Good girl.
- [horse nickering]

[chatter, laughter continue]

Uh, pardon, sers.

I-- I need speak
with Ser Manfred.

[lordling] [belching]
Good.

He's napping, ser.
Wake him for a stag.

I, uh... [clearing throat]

I don't--
I don't have a stag.

What kind of knight
don't got a stag?

- It's a hedge knight, ain't it?
- What?

It's like a knight,
but sadder.

No, I'm-- I'm not sad--

He's gotta sleep in the hedges
'cause no lord'll have it.

Aw. That is sad.

And Ser Manfred's
fucked its wife, too.

- No, I-- I don't have a wife.
- Oh!

'Cause we're used
to husbands coming 'round.

Likes fucking wives,
that one.

Near as much
as he likes fucking us.

Told me he's on a mission
to turn the whole world red.

- Well, we're already red.
- So we are.

[both laughing]

Well, um, when do you expect
Ser Manfred to wake, then?

It might wanna try back
at evenfall.

Evenfall.

- Goodbye.
- Yeah. [clearing throat]

- Arse.
- [girls laughing]

[knights shouting]

- [horse nickering]
- Why'd she say that, huh?

We're not sad.

[horse neighing]

Certainly not
rising-to-the-level-
of-a-comment sad.

[horse nickering]

Besides, Ser Arlan
always said that...

a hedge knight
was the truest kind of knight.

When we win our first tilt,
we'll have the loser's armor

- and horse, or his gold.
- [horse nickering]

- [knights shouting]
- Won't be sad then.

[grunting]

[horse neighing]

I know.
Said if we did win.

Look, it's not a crime
against the king

to enjoy a nice thought
for a trice.

[grunting]

- [horse neighing]
- Do not muck about
with me, Raymun.

- [groaning]
- You're a good-for-nothing
useless rat.

[grunting]

What are you gawping at,
you blue-eyed cunt?

That's a longsword you wear?

Uh, yes, it is mine by right.

That's an odd thing to say.

I'm Ser Steffon Fossoway.

Come try me.

As you see, me cousin here
is not ripe yet.

Do it, ser.

I may not be ripe,
but my cousin's
rotten to the core.

- Knock the seeds out of him.
- Quiet!

I-- I thank you,
but I have matters to attend.

What, matters of the hedge,
I have no doubt.

[laughing]

Fucking size of ya.

Stupid bastard.

Ser Grance!

Perhaps we should seek
quieter accommodations.

[horse grunting]

[♪ joyful whistling music
playing]

[insect buzzing]

[insects continue buzzing]

[horses nickering]

[sniffing]
Oh. Fuck.

[grunting]

[sniffing]

[people chattering]

He's napping still.

- Still?
- Mm.

On account of his gouty toes.

One of life's absurd
little miseries, to be sure.

[Dunk sighs]

Makes for restless nights.
The poor dear.

Right, absolutely.
It's just... [sighs]

Well, it is of some urgency
that I speak with him,

so I may enter
the lists on the morrow.

- What's this?
- It means the joust.

Awful dangerous, that.

- Yes, well, um...
- [water pouring]

I'm not troubled
with a wealth of options,
am I?

And if I mean
to take service in a castle--

It must put its body at hazard
for the pleasure of strangers.

Ain't that our job?

- [gasps]
- Ah! Shut up!

- You're meant to be dead.
- [sighs]

Find a safer trade, lad.
You'll be happier for it.

One whore to another.

[both laughing]

Must you mock me?

I was only asking
for a bit of help.

I'll try Ser Manfred
back in the morning.

Sorry, lad.

[Beony] Aye.

We don't mean
to mock you.

- We see plenty of green boys
every tourney.
- Mm.

All with glory in their minds,
but never in their hands.

Well, perhaps
I will be different.

Be good to your body, knight.

Last one you're like to have.

- [♪ lively strings playing]
- [people chattering]

[performer]
Our brave hero forges on,

leaving all he knows behind.

A father and a friend,
may seem the world unkind.

[distant cheering
and applause]

Fate has set his lonely path

through corridors of chance.

A boy from nothing risks it all,
ignoring looks askance.

- Perhaps he's only stupid...
- [actor whooshing]

...holding fast
his mirror shield.

Great honor his ambition,
must keep a truth concealed.

For if his humble shape
is bared,

a foul and fiery demise.

Should the dragon discover

none but a man
in great disguise.

[dragon screeching]

[audience gasping]

[cheering and applause]

[cheering and applause continue]

[people chattering]

- [fire whooshing]
- [people cheering]

Halfman! Halfman!

Do I look like
a half man to you?

Aye.
Half man, half giant.

Look, I'm sorry.

I should not have urged you
to try my cousin.

He'd have broken your hand
or a knee, if he could.

He likes to batter men
in the yard,

you know, in case
he meets them in the lists.

He did not break you.

[scoffs]
I'm his blood.

Though he is the senior branch
of the apple tree,

which he never ceases
to remind me.

Will you and your cousin
ride in the tourney?

He will.
I would that I could,

but I'm only a squire.

Fight well for a squire.

You have the look
of a challenger.

Whose shield
do you mean to strike?

Makes no difference.

[laughing] That's what
you're supposed to say.

Though it makes
all the difference
in the world.

[chuckles]

You hungry?

Always.

[♪ mysterious, percussive
music playing]

[people chattering]

[knights shouting indistinctly]

[music and chatter continue]

[knight laughing]

Lyonel Baratheon.
The Laughing Storm,
they call him.

I thought he'd be bigger.

[Lyonel Baratheon]
Four thousand years ago...

- Four thousand years...
- Where are you going?

...ago-- cunts.
I can't hear myself.

I've had a profound thought,
if anyone would care to listen.

- [room quiets]
- [table banging]

Four thousand years ago,

our ancestors
gathered in that...

[clearing throat]
...big field outside

to blood each other with sticks

and have a little bit
of gay fun.

And they say it was
this country's first-ever joust.

Well, I say...

Uh, the fuck
was I gonna say?

[muttering]
"First-ever joust..."

Ah.

Men could not have devised
such a joy.

So, who was it?

[sipping loudly]

[Lyonel] Huh?

Who was it?

[person coughing]

Mm.

[laughing]

[sighs]
Fuck it.

A hundred gold
to the man, beast,

or god who sticks me best.

- [all cheering]
- [mugs pounding]

Now, eat your birds
so we can dance!

- [drums beating]
- [guests chattering]

- [♪ string music playing]
- [guests shouting, cheering]

[music and shouting continue]

[clapping in rhythm]

[mouthing silently]

[music and clapping continue]

[Lyonel sighs]

You ever been punched
in the face before?

I beg-- I beg your pardon,
Ser Lyonel?

Big men get punched
more than little men.

Did you know that?

No, but-- but I believe it.

That why you slouch?
So you don't get punched?

I-- I don't slouch.

Oh, you've been
cowering all evening

like a maiden
on her wedding night.

[chuckles]

I-- I meant
no disrespect, ser, honest.

Where I grew up, you--
you learn to go unnoticed,
is all.

The seven above
gave you tallness.

So, be tall.

Or I will name you a heretic
and burn you.

Drown you.
Drop you off a tall pl--

I don't know.
W-What do they do to heretics?

Burn them, my lord.

- Fine.
- [blade clatters]

What have you brought me?

Um...

Uh, ser, I... [clearing throat]
beggin' your pardons.

I-- I didn't realize.

You wish to curry
my favor some.

Yet you come
with an empty hand.

Lord Cafferen,

the smug cunt in red...

[cheering, laughter]

...he is scarce
to pay his rents.

His people starve each winter,

yet even he shinied up this...

bauble from
his family's cellars,

for he understands
that all men, in their way,

wish only for your help,
or your head.

You've come for my head, then.

W-What?

No! No.

Then, why the fuck
are you in my tent?

S-Supper.

[Lyonel laughing]

[laughter]

[chuckles] Alright.

Actually makes sense.

- Supper.
- What is your name, man?

Dunk-- Ser Dunk.

That's ridiculous.

[Lyonel clearing throat]

Do you like dancing?

- [guests stomping rhythmically]
- Doesn't everyone?

- [♪ upbeat music playing]
- [chanting]
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

[chanting and music continue]

[exclaiming]

- [stomping]
- [Dunk grunting]

- [shouting]
- [guests cheering]

- [♪ music continues playing]
- [laughing]

[Lyonel cheering
and exclaiming]

[music ends abruptly]

The swells heaved.
You could lick
salt from the air.

But I'd come to find
what men do
when they die at sea.

So, drove I on
into the storm.

[laughing]

- Weren't you afraid?
- Ahh.

Within every man,
there are many men.

Mm.

But that I had to do,
Stormlanders had always done.

And if they had done it,
I could do it, too.

Hm.

You know, it's best
not to agonize.

Yeah, I-- I agonize a lot.

[Lyonel] Mm.

Sometimes, I-- I think
I agonize too much,

and I just end up
agonizing over that.
[chuckles]

Mm.

And I'm quick and strong, sure.

- Sure.
- But so are you.

Sure.

Plus, you've trained
sword and lance

with the finest
masters-at-arms in the realm.

I mean...

what chance do I have?
Truly?

Oh, you have no chance.
[chuckles]

[Dunk sighs]

But it's a great honor to test
oneself against a worthy foe.

- No disrespect, ser.
- Mm.

That's easy for you to say.

You have a name,
an inheritance.

One loss, and I won't be able
to ransom back my own horse.

[laughing]

[chuckles softly]

[both laughing]

A knight without a horse
is no knight at all.

- Aye.
- Mm.

- [mug scraping]
- [Lyonel sipping loudly]

So, what should I do?

I don't know.

I'm really quite drunk.

[stomping, grunting]

Okay.

Thanks.

[sighs]

[hiccuping]
Sorry.

[Dunk sniffing]

[sighs]

[guests chattering,
laughing]

[Dunk coughs]

[couple laughing]

[Manfred Dondarrion chuckling]

[companions giggling]

[all giggling]

Ser Arlan of Pennytree.

He-- he served your Lord Father

to hunt the Vulture King
in the Red Mountains.

I-- I was only a boy, but--

I thought you said
you were a Dornishman.

No, he said he's hung
like a Dornishman.

No, I said
I've hung Dornishmen.

Perhaps we would speak
on the morn.

I know your
penny knight not.

Nor you, brother.
Be gone.

[chuckles]

But Ser Arlan took a wound
in your father's service.

How could you have
forgotten him?

- [soldiers shouting]
- [swords clanging]

- [flesh squelching]
- [screaming]

My lord father
took 800 swords
into those mountains.

We've forgotten men
who reaped much more
than a wound.

Please, ser, I-- I will not
be allowed to challenge

unless a knight
or a lord will vouch for me.

And what is that to me?

[chuckling]

- [insects chirring]
- [cheering in distance]

You!

What...

- [horse nickering]
- What are you doing?

Cooking a fish.
Do you want some?

No. I mean,
how did you get here?

Did you steal a horse?

I rode in the back
of a lamb cart.

[scoffs]
Lamb cart.

- Well, you best
find another one.
- You can't make me go.

I'd had enough of that inn.

Now, listen,
I'll have no more
insolence from you, boy.

I should throw you
over my horse
and take you home.

You'd need to ride
all the way
to King's Landing.

- You'd miss the tourney.
- King's Landing?

- You're from Flea Bottom?
- No.

Aye.

What are those doing there?

I washed them.
I made the fire,

caught the fish,
and groomed the horses.

I would have raised
your pavilion,

but I couldn't find one.

- There's my pavilion.
- That's a tree.

Yes, and it's all the pavilion
a true knight needs.

I'd sooner sleep under the stars
than in some smoky tent.

What if it rains?

The tree will shelter me.

- Trees leak.
- [scoffs]

So they do.

What's your name?

- Dunk.
- Ser Dunk.

That's no name for a knight.
Is it short for Duncan?

Yeah.
[clearing throat] Yes.

Uh, Ser Duncan of...

[inhales sharply]
Ser Duncan the Tall.

Never heard of him.

Do you know every knight
in the Seven Kingdoms, then?

The good ones.

[scoffs]

- You got a name, thief?
- Egg.

Egg.

Well, Egg, by rights,
I should beat you bloody,

send you on your way.

But you look as though
you don't eat much.

[sighs]

And if you'll swear
to do as you're told...

I'll let you serve me
for the tourney.

After that, well...

we'll see.

I don't have much,
but if you prove
worth your keep...

you'll have clothes on your back
and food in your belly.

The clothes
might be rough-spun
and the food,

salt beef and salt fish,

but you won't go hungry.

I promise not to beat you.

Except when you deserve it.

Yes, my lord.

"Ser."

I'm only a hedge knight.

- [fire crackling]
- [insects chirring]

[Egg sighs]

A falling star brings luck
to those who see it.

Go to sleep, boy.

All the other knights
are in their pavilions by now,

staring up at silk
instead of sky.

Do you want a clout
in the ear?

S-So, the luck is ours alone?

[♪ gentle music playing]