A black stallion emerged from out of the river mists, a black knight on his back. Dunk saw the dragon shield, and the red enamel crest upon his helm with its three roaring heads. The Young Prince.
Gods be good, is it truly him?
Lord Ashford made the same mistake. “Prince Valarr?”
“No.” The black knight lifted the visor of his helm. “I did not think to enter the lists at Ashford, my lord, so I brought no armor. My son was good enough to lend me his.”
Prince Baelor smiled almost sadly.
Ovakvi mi detalji fale iz knjige (tj pripovjetki) zato mi se cini sve nakako šturo i zbrzano bolje da su se ovako nekim detaljima posvetili nego bespotrebnom humoru (proljevu ...kiti od pometra i ashfordu kako udara glavom u stol...) al sve u svemu ponovno ponavljam zadnja ep za koplje bolja od prve 3