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Amidst all that brownness, his eyes stood out; they were a pale green, squinty small, close set, and shiny-bright with malice. ""Only two casks"", he observed. ""Ser Useless wanted four"".

""We were lucky to find two"", said Dunk. ""The drought reached the Arbor, too. We heard the grapes are turning into raisins on the vines, and the ironmen have been pirating-""

""Ser?"" Egg broke in. ""The water's gone"".

Dunk had been so intent on Bennis that he hadn't noticed. Beneath the warped wooden planks of the bridge only sand and stones remained.

Bennis laughed. He had two sorts of laughs. Sometimes he cackled like a chicken, and sometimes he brayed louder than Egg's mule. This was his chicken laugh. ""Dried up while you was gone, I guess. A drought'll do that"".

Dunk was dismayed. Well, I won't be soaking now. He swung down to the ground. What's going to happen to the crops? Half the wells in the Reach had gone dry, and all the rivers were running low, even the Blackwater Rush and the mighty Mander.

""Nasty stuff, water"", Bennis said. ""Drank some once, and it made me sick as a dog. Wine's better"".

""Not for oats. Not for barleycorn. Not for carrots, onions, cabbages. Even grapes need water"". Dunk shook his head. ""How could it go dry so quick? We've only been six days"".

""Wasn't much water in there to start with, Dunk. Time was, I could piss me bigger streams than this one"".

""Not Dunk "", said Dunk.

""By who? Your bald pup?"" He looked at Egg and laughed his chicken laugh. ""You're taller than when you did for Pennytree, but you still look a proper Dunk to me"".

Dunk rubbed the back of his neck and stared down at the rocks. ""What should we do?""

""Fetch home the wines, and tell Ser Useless his stream's gone dry. The Standfast well still draws, he won't go thirsty"".

""Don't call him Useless"". Dunk was fond of the old knight. ""You sleep beneath his roof, give him some respect"".

""You respect him for the both o' us, Dunk"", said Bennis. ""I'll call him what I will"".

The silvery gray planks creaked heavily as Dunk walked out onto the bridge, to frown down at the sand and stones below. A few small brown pools glistened amongst the rocks, he saw, none larger than his hand.