Chris Ryan

That's because I thought he was a great knight.

But now I'm learning that maybe he wasn't.

So can I actually be a knight if a real knight is more like the Kingsguard that I met or whoever else, you know, and not Sir Arlen himself?

Tales grow in the telling.

which is the middle point of this story, right?

We get the bookends of his memories, and then in the center we get this line for Baelor, tales grow in the telling.

And so is he talking about the size of Sir Owen's cock when he's talking about that?

I don't know.

He didn't need to do much growing, honestly.

He's a shower.

And maybe also a grower, which is frankly a little terrifying to think about.

One of my favorite recurring comments I saw around the internet was people like, how can Sir Arlen's old, frail heart pump that much blood in order to inflate that thing?

No, but I'm just saying, I know you're making just like tremendously, endlessly witty, perfect, marlory jokes.

But you're talking about the actual biology of how could a... No, but also...

Do we know that his unit was that size?

Or is that just how Dunk is remembering it?

Also, we have been told by Ira Parker that we are firmly lodged in Dunk's POV.

I know, that's a little worrying.

Was Dunk sleeping under a tree outside of that cottage?

Had to listen to Sir Arlen take his pleasure with this woman.