""Dead fish, there and there, see?"" The smell of them reminded him of the dead men at the crossroads.
""I see them, ser"", said Egg.
Dunk hopped down to the streambed, squatted on his heels, and turned over a stone. Dry and warm on top, moist and muddy underneath. ""The water can't have been gone long"". Standing, he flicked the stone sidearm at the bank, where it crashed through a crumbling overhang in a puff of dry brown earth. ""The soil's cracked along the banks, but soft and muddy in the middle. Those fish were alive yesterday"".
""Dunk the lunk, Pennytree used to call you. I recall"". Ser Bennis spat a wad of sourleaf onto the rocks. It glistened red and slimy in the sunlight. ""Lunks shouldn't try and think, their heads is too bloody thick for such""."
"Dunk the lunk, thick as a castle wall. From Ser Arlan the words had been affectionate. He had been a kindly man, even in his scolding. In the mouth of Ser Bennis of the Brown Shield, they sounded different. ""Ser Arlan's two years dead"", Dunk said, ""and I'm called Ser Duncan the Tall"".
He went back to Thunder and mounted up again. ""Egg, get on back to Standfast with the wine. I'm going to see what's happened to the water"".
""Streams dry up all the time"", said Bennis.
""I just want to have a look-""
""Like how you looked under that rock? Shouldn't go turning over rocks, Lunk.
Dunk was nothing if not stubborn. ""Ser Eustace is waiting on his wine"", he told Egg. ""Tell him where I went"".
""I will, ser"". Egg gave a tug on Maester's lead.