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The mule twitched his ears, but started off again at once. He wants to get those wine casks off his back. Dunk could not blame him.
The stream flowed north and east when it was flowing, so he turned Thunder south and west. He had not ridden a dozen yards before Bennis caught him. ""I best come see you don't get hanged"". He pushed a fresh sourleaf into his mouth. ""Past that clump o' sandwillows, the whole right bank is spider land"".
""I'll stay on our side"". Dunk wanted no trouble with the Lady of the Coldmoat. At Standfast you heard ill things of her.
Thunder kept a slow, steady pace beneath the broiling sun. The sky was blue and hard, with no hint of cloud anywhere to be seen. The course of the stream meandered around rocky knolls and forlorn willows, through bare brown hills and fields of dead and dying grain. An hour upstream from the bridge, they found themselves riding on the edge of the small Osgrey forest called Wat's Wood. The greenery looked inviting from afar, and filled Dunk's head with thoughts of shady glens and chuckling brooks, but when they reached the trees they found them thin and scraggly, with drooping limbs.
For the moment, though, the tangled underbrush along the Chequy Water was still thick with thorny vines, nettles, and tangles of briarwhite and young willow.
Half a league farther south, they came upon the dam.