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His first stop was Ser Uthor Underleafs pavilion.
When Dunk slipped inside, he found only the squire Will bent over a washtub, scrubbing out his master’s smallclothes. “You again? Ser Uthor is at the feast. What do you want?”
“My sword and shield.”
“Have you brought the ransom?”
“No.”
“Then why would I let you take your arms?” “I have need of them.” “That’s no good reason.”
“How about, try to stop me and I’ll kill you.” Will gaped. “They’re over there.”