Two months later
Outside King's Landing, Crownlands, 417 AL
Ser Quentyn Dayne rode solemnly atop his gelding. Beside him rode Ser Baelor Hightower
Quentyn fingered Dawn's hilt when he saw a young boy playing with two dogs. He had never liked dogs, they frightened him. It was probably the only thing that frightened Quentyn Dayne, the Sword of the Morning and a member of the Kingsguard. As he rode his white armor catched the Dornish levies were gathered one league northeast of King's Landing.
"Thirteen thousand" said Ser Anders Qorgyle when Quentyn and Ser Baelor arrived at the encampment.
"Good"
The king had tasked Quentyn and his companion to break through the line of sellswords that had been placed along the border to the Riverlands. The Dornish had come up to help while the Tyrells dealt with the Lannister forces in the Westerlands. Ser Quentyn and Ser Baelor were followed by a column of three hundred Gold Cloaks.
"We march immediately" ordered Quentyn.
Ten days later
Border to the Riverlands, 417 AL
Blood spurted up into Quentyn's face as he opened the sellswords throat. Dawn's pale blade was red with the blood of the fallen sellswords. All around him the battle raged. The Dornish army brought up by Anders Qorgyle and the three hundred Gold Cloaks from King's Landing fighting the sellswords hired by the Trident. All over his white breastplate were spots of blood and gore. A small piece of a red bearded fellow's brain was stuck on his helm. When Lord Uller's heavy horse charged into the fray the sellswords broke and routed. Oberyn Uller rode up beside Quentyn.
"Should we follow them?" he asked.
"No. Let them run" replied Quentyn and sheathed Dawn.
Quentyn inspected the dead.
Doran Toland perished with and axe in his chest and Deziel Jordayne by three arrows. Ser Baelor was wounded by a spear.
