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Lyonel had been good to him, Dunk knew. There were men who said one thing in their cups and another in the sober light of day, but Lyonel was always friendly. He welcomed Dunk (and Egg) in his pavilion by day and night. After knowing him for barely an hour, he insisted Dunk call him by his name, because there was no need for sers and my lords among friends.
Were they still friends? Dunk hoped so. Such hopes did not stop his thoughts from turning crude. When he wasn't worrying about whether he would be welcome, he was imagining Lyonel seducing sellswords and sailors. There's always been talk about him. Had Lyonel danced with those men, too? Or was that only a game he played? Teasing and hinting but never trespassing. Perhaps he never intended anything with Dunk, or only hoped and offered by implication. Dunk didn't know what he preferred.
He worried and dreamed, until he caught his first glimpse of Storm's End.
Dunk and Egg talk about marriage, visit old friends, and consider sending a letter to Summerhall.