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In an iron cage at the crossroads, two dead men were rotting in the summer sun.

Egg stopped below to have a look at them. тАЬWho do you think they were, ser?тАЭ His mule Maester,
grateful for the respite, began to crop the dry brown devilgrass along the verges, heedless of the two
huge wine casks on his back.

тАЬRobbers,тАЭ Dunk said. Mounted atop Thunder, he was much closer to the dead men. тАЬRapers.
Murderers.тАЭ Dark circles stained his old green tunic under both arms. The sky was blue and the sun was
blazing hot, and he had sweated gallons since breaking camp this morning.

Egg took off his wide-brimmed floppy straw hat. Beneath, his head was bald and shiny. He used the hat
to fan away the flies. There were hundreds crawling on the dead men, and more drifting lazily through
the still, hot air. тАЬIt must have been something bad, for them to be left to die inside a crow cage.тАЭ

Sometimes Egg could be as wise as any maester, but other times he was still a boy of ten. тАЬThere are
lords and lords,тАЭ Dunk said. тАЬSome donтАЩt need much reason to put a man to death.тАЭ

The iron cage was barely big enough to hold one man, yet two had been forced inside it. They stood face
to face, with their arms and legs in a tangle and their backs against the hot black iron of the bars. One
had tried to eat the other, gnawing at his neck and shoulder. The crows had been at both of them. When
Dunk and Egg had come around the hill, the birds had risen like a black cloud, so thick that Maester
spooked.

тАЬWhoever they were, they look half starved,тАЭ Dunk said.Skeletons in skin, and the skin is green and
rotting. тАЬMight be they stole some bread, or poached a deer in some lordтАЩs wood.тАЭ With the drought
entering its second year, most lords had become less tolerant of poaching, and they hadnтАЩt been very
tolerant to begin with.

тАЬIt could be they were in some outlaw band.тАЭ At Dosk, theyтАЩd heard a harper sing тАЬThe Day They
Hanged Black Robin.тАЭ Ever since, Egg had been seeing gallant outlaws behind every bush.

Dunk had met a few outlaws while squiring for the old man. He was in no hurry to meet any more. None
of the ones heтАЩd known had been especially gallant. He remembered one outlaw Ser Arlan had helped
hang, whoтАЩd been fond of stealing rings. He would cut off a manтАЩs fingers to get at them, but with
women he preferred to bite. There were no songs about him that Dunk knew.Outlaws or poachers,
makes no matter. Dead men make poor company. He walked Thunder slowly around the cage. The
empty eyes seemed to follow him. One of the dead men had his head down and his mouth gaping open.

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He has no tongue, Dunk observed. He supposed the crows might have eaten it. Crows always pecked a
corpseтАЩs eyes out first, he had heard, but maybe the tongue went second.Or maybe a lord had it torn out,
for something that he said.