The Gods' Protection

"Today's weak can become tomorrow's strong. Thirty years east of the Red Fork, thirty years west of the Red Fork."

"...Why thirty years?"

Gryn Crabb, who had come at the invitation, stood by the Red Fork with his hands clasped behind his back, speaking sentimentally. Beside him, Ser Jaime voiced his confusion.

Gryn shot Jaime a sidelong glance. "Never underestimate anyone, White Knight."

Whenever official business was set aside, Gryn and Jaime often seemed to be talking past each other.

Thus, Ser Jaime seriously offered his own view. "Ten years would be enough. In fact, for most squires, it doesn't even take ten years to tell whether they can become knights."

Gryn turned his head toward Jaime, looked him over, and said, "...Your tongue seems to have become much more nimble, Ser."

Ser Jaime shrugged. "I certainly hope so. Unfortunately, it's harder than practicing with a sword."

"You can practice more."

After saying that, Gryn nodded toward a brown-haired woman nearby who was sampling the food and wine, then added, "Which one is sweeter?"

Ser Jaime followed Gryn's gaze and glanced over, then said irritably, "Don't you think you're rather narrow-minded?"

Gryn spread his hands. "All Seven Kingdoms know my heart is as broad as the Summer Sea, Ser."

"Fine. Since you like it, I'll reluctantly agree."

Just as Jaime finished speaking, the brown-haired woman's voice came from nearby. "My lord, the meal is ready."

"Let's go."

As they started walking, Ser Jaime said, "Her name is Pia. She is my maidservant."

"Not bad-looking."

"..."

After they sat down, Gryn held a golden wine cup and swept his gaze across the surrounding scenery. "Jaime, you chose a fine place for a meal."

Ser Jaime gave a dry smile and raised his cup toward Gryn. "Though I didn't find it myself,