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Dunk sat back, indignant. "I knew what I was promising when I made my oath."
Baelor blinked at him. "You…did?"
"Well," Dunk amended, "maybe not the details. But oaths aren't made to be litigated, or so Ser Arlan used to tell me. You make them, and you live by all they entail, good or ill. That you might live because of my oath seems only a good, Your Grace."
