It was almost dawned before the rain let up enough for the combat to take place.

The castle yard was a morass of soft mud glisting wetly by the light of a hundred torches.

Beyond the field, a gray mist was rising, sending ghostly fingers up the pale stone walls

to grasp the castle battlements.

Many of the wedding guests had vanished during the intervening hours, but those who remained

climbed the viewing stand again and settled themselves on planks of rain-soaked pine.

Amongst them stood Gorman Peak, surrounded by a knot of lesser lords and household knights.

It had only been a few years since Dunk had squired for old Sir Arlen, he had not forgotten

how.

He cinched the buckles on Sir Glendon's ill-fitting armor, fastened his helm to his gorget,

helped him mount, and handed him his shield.

Earlier contests had left deep gouges in the wood, but the bla fireball could still be seen he looks as young as egg dunk thought a frightened boy and grim the last chunk of the mystery night part eight i can't believe so uh what did you think i know that top of mind right now we're thinking about Sir Glendon and how wild it is that he gets

dunk to be his squire. But, um, Brendan Rivers. I have so many things. Lord Hand, Brennan Rivers.

There are so many things about this section of reading and what really stood out to me is how

emotional it was. Yeah. me is how emotional it was.

Yeah.

And how poignant it was.

It really felt like we were wrapping up a trilogy here at the end.

And I loved not to jump too far to the last pages, but I love that we get George saying,

here's to many more, just not right now, because it really just felt like

this was it, you know? We were just, we're circling back to Ashford Meadow. We're kind of

wrapping up this whole arc and dunks and egg are going to continue on together. Like, it really

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