IIIHodorIII Posted April 2, 2021 Share Posted April 2, 2021 I have read it over and over and cant find any indication that Dunk could have known that the real egg was actually stolen and the one planted would be a painted stone what am I missing? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ser Lepus Posted October 30, 2021 Share Posted October 30, 2021 It has been years since I read the book, but, maybe it was Egg who spotted it? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rotting sea cow Posted November 16, 2021 Share Posted November 16, 2021 On 4/2/2021 at 1:20 PM, IIIHodorIII said: I have read it over and over and cant find any indication that Dunk could have known that the real egg was actually stolen and the one planted would be a painted stone what am I missing? He took it in his hands before, during the bedding. Quote When Dunk finally plopped the bride onto her marriage bed, a dwarf leapt in beside her and seized one of her breasts for a bit of a fondle. The girl let out a squeal, the men roared with laughter, and Dunk seized the dwarf by his collar and hauled him kicking off m'lady. He was carrying the little man across the room to chuck him out the door when he saw the dragon's egg. Lord Butterwell had placed it on a black velvet cushion atop a marble plinth. It was much bigger than a hen's egg, though not so big as he'd imagined. Fine red scales covered its surface, shining bright as jewels by the light of lamps and candles. Dunk dropped the dwarf and picked up the egg, just to feel it for a moment. It was heavier than he'd expected. You could smash a man's head with this, and never crack the shell. The scales were smooth beneath his fingers, and the deep, rich red seemed to shimmer as he turned the egg in his hands. Blood and flame, he thought, but there were gold flecks in it as well, and whorls of midnight black. "Here, you! What do you think you're doing, ser?" A knight he did not know was glaring at him, a big man with a coal-black beard and boils, but it was the voice that made him blink; a deep voice, thick with anger. It was him, the man with Peake, Dunk realized, as the man said, "Put that down. I'll thank you to keep your greasy fingers off His Lordship's treasures, or by the Seven, you shall wish you had." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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