Without proof of his knighthood, he is nearly barred from competition until Prince Baelor Targaryen vouches for him. Dunk watches the first day of competition, with Egg on his shoulders. Dunk is met again by Pate, who presents him with a new shield, originally an old one that was re-rimmed in new steel by Pate and that Tanselle has painted in his chosen sigil - an elm tree silhouetted against the sunset with a shooting star - and left for him before departing. Dunk hesitates, because his own knighthood is dubious, and Lyonel grants Raymun his knighthood - however, Dunk is still one knight short. Finally, Prince Baelor announces that he will champion Dunk himself. In the resulting joust, Dunk is unhorsed by Aerion, but beats him into submission, and Aerion recants his accusation.
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Email And we back with that third and final installment of this review of the The Hedge Knight, a Game of Thrones prequel. In the first installment of the review, we saw Ser Duncan the Tall get his start as a hedge knight after the passing of his mentor. Then we had the pleasure of witnessing the cunning Egg join Dunk on his journey to compete in the tourney at Ashford Meadow, much to his chagrin.
In Part II of the review, drama started to unfold as Dunk came to the rescue of his puppet girl crush. Save With Dunk now in custody and Egg Aegon no longer hiding in secret, we have ourselves a very new situation.
Dunk is being held in the cells of Ashford and is just sulking by the window trying to get a glimpse of some action, holding back tears. Save Egg stops by draped in the finest garments north of the Blackwater to hand deliver some grub for the gallant knight. So, we still cool. Breakspear dismisses Egg and lays it on Dunk thick. You punched and kicked his son, and he will have justice one way or another. By right, they could take your hand for punching someone of such noble birth…oh and your foot too.
You did kick the little menace in the face and knock out a tooth or two, right? Instead Maekar and Daeron the wino who is also accusing him of kidnapping Aegon for shits and giggles have decided to invoke a centuries-old Andal tradition and judge Dunk with a trial by seven.
Prince Aerion gets to select six of the finest knights in the kingdom to go up against Dunk and his 6.
Save Luckily for Dunk, there are a few Drake haters out there who are cool with making new friends. That makes 2 polished princelings Aerion and Dearon , Prince Maekar and the three Kingsguard sworn to protect the lives of the royal family who happen to be some of the best swordsmen alive. Talk about craven. Save Craven or naah, Daeron begs a solo word with Ser Duncan.
Thing is, Dunk is alive and the dragon is dead. Save Dunk goes to find his homie Steely Pate, the armorer, and picks up the shield he asked the long-gone, battered and bruised puppet girl to paint. Pate took that hurt, rusted shield and gave it that vibranium reinforced touch-up and Dunks boo hit it with the Picasso paint job. Dunks asks, how much for the upgrade papi? That is, until the smallfolk start wishing him good fortune and for the warrior to give him strength. Steely Pate reminds the orphan that people cheer for knights who remember their vows.
Can I get an amen? Save Now harboring a little confidence, he asks his Fossoway brethren who they got down with the cause. So they were four. The crowd goes wild as the three Kingsguard knights in their gleaming white enamel armor enter with Prince Maekar and his sons Aerion and Daeron in tow. Dunk wonders why there are only six of them considering they have all the gold and power in the world and should have no problem signing the top free agent on the market.
How quickly one forgets his honor as soon as he is promised a lordship. Raymun, in utter disbelief at the betrayal he just witnessed, gives his brother a big DX suck it, turns around and immediately commands Dunk to knight him. Dunk gets summoned by Lord Ashford before he can give the fuming Fossoway a straight answer, but luckily Ser Lyonel Baratheon steps in and blesses the squire.
I must declare you guilty. He lifts his helm and Prince Baelor gives a reluctant smile. Yooo Baelor Breakspear is straight chillin, sitting on that pension AND tenure waiting to become King, yet still respectable enough to step up to the plate and put in that WORK…against his own family no less!
This is the amazing history that the show Game of Thrones simply cannot give us. Praise be to Breakspear. The men line up on their monstrous destriers as a hush fall across Ashford Meadow. The horse recovers, Dunk rips the lance out in one savage yank and it is on!
A clearly wounded Humfrey Harding is clinging to the neck of his horse, the other Humfrey is sprawled out in a lake of bloodstained mud, Prince Maekar is unhorsed, Prince Baelor Breakspear is staying true to his name having already taken out two Kingsgaurd with his lance still intact, and Ser Robyn Rhysling has the third Kingsguard member working OT.
Sword in hand, searching for Aerion, Dunk gets blindsided by Brightflame and his mount barrels into him at full gallop. Chaos raining down all around, blinded by mud and short of breath, Dunk forces himself to his hands and knees or risks losing it all.
He finds his feet, only to glimpse a flying dragon and spiked morningstar whirling at him as his head seemed to explode. Lifeless and on his back, the shame feels worse than the pain. The spiked ball twirls and falls toward his head fast as a shooting star. Save Ser Duncan rolls. Where the strength comes from? Only George R. Dunk grabs a leg and flings the smaller and weaker Aerion down into the mud, the place where Dunk came from, the bottom of the bottom.
The streets of Flea Bottom taught him how to throw hands and get down n dirty, the sort of fighting you learn in dark, crooked, back alleys that Aerion can never relate to. Save Aerion goes for his dagger and Dunk sends it flying into the mud.
In disbelief, Dunk rips his helm off and looks around to see if this is real life. The Fossoway cousins are slashing at each other in front of Millionaires Row. Prince Aerion, being the sly cretin that he is, dives for his morningstar and Dunk rewards his cowardice with a swift kick in the ass. The Prince tells him that he needs good men then asks the newly knightly Ser Raymun to help him get his helmet off because his fingers feel like wood. Raymun asks Steely Pate for a hand because of how badly dented the steel is.
The battered helm is removed and every soul in view of the Prince stops in their tracks as something red and wet falls out of the helm. Someone screams as the tall prince in black armor sways with only half a skull. He touches the back of his head lightly with two fingers and falls. The dragon never rose again. Baelor of House Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, Hand of the King, Protector of the Realm, and heir apparent to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros was the finest knight of his age and he went to the fire in the yard of Ashford Castle like all the blood of the dragons before him.
Save Dunk stops to offer sympathies, but the young Prince Valarr can only ask why the Gods would take a man of only nine and thirty who had so much promise to become a great king and leave behind the likes of him. The world makes no sense when a great Prince dies so a hedge knight can live. Prince Maekar walks before him and begs a private word. He tells Dunk that he has sent Aerion to Lys in hopes that the Free Cities may change him for the better.
Despite the unfortunate circumstances, Maekar agrees that it is time his son, Aegon better know as Egg, begins to squire for someone. Dunk agrees, but only if he does not have to serve at Summerhall and can take Egg on the road with him. Maekar asks why he should allow his princely son to sleep in ditches and eat hard salt beef when he should be sleeping in castles and dining on the ballinest of meals. Dunk keeps it mad real with this response. Egg comes by the next morning. They ponder their next move and decide on Dorne.
With what I can only imagine is a sick smirk on their faces, word on the street is they have good puppet shows.
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