The episode also shows how the focus on single location with a limited set of characters is naturally more effective from the point of view of the drama. It is a luxury in a series with so many main characters do linger in one location or point of view this long.
Oh and my second favourite moment after Tywin comes marching home is when Tyrion takes out the battering ram. I love how baffled he looks, "Was this really all? Was this really so easy?" written all over his face when he suddenly spots the main body of Stannis' army charging at them. Brilliant!
And in honor of his victory I proudly present my near prophetic poem (for the plot deviates a bit from the novel which I did not know beforehand) composed for Bronn before I saw the 9th episode. And now I added a few touches to it to make it more accurately reflect the events in the series:
An Ode to Bronn
There is an inn, a brothel but inn,
beneath Aegon's High Hill.
And there they brew a swill so brown,
that Bronn the sellsword himself came down,
one night to eat his fill.
And oh the row of merry lasses,
and the throng of whores with pox.
For when brave Bronn arrived,
nearly half swooned or died,
'cause he's hung like a giant plow ox.
Inside now strides the Hound and tries,
to mock brave Bronn who has whore on his side.
Their words are cold, if truth be told,
and men look on as these warriors bold
now toss insults about, without a doubt
to end in blood, a red mighty flood.
But alas for brave Bronn
his chance for whores and fight gone,
for lord Tyrion called after him quick.
City's defenders were scarce, a cowardly farce,
and needing a strong motivational kick.
King Stannis was near, with his fleet of fear,
and he threatened the harbours and walls.
In the night so clear, it was easy to hear,
sounds of synth drums and Djawadi's ostino calls.
So our heroic Bronn to the Black Water springs,
An arrow he knocks to the bow that he strings.
He lights it with fire and lets it fly,
it sails through the air in an arc so high
and zig zaggs the ships, like demons's whips,
and sets them alight in the cool clear night.
So battle was ended with an arrow so small,
the wicked barb blasting through masts and sails tall.
Soon in fiery ruin was Stannis' fleet,
and sunk under waves beside Red Keep's tall feet.
And Bronn our sellsword, whose arrow it was,
would grunt and his weapons to ground he would toss.
So badass, so cynical, clad in ring mail,
back walked to the inn, to his whores and his ale.
And there he then stayed through his days without a care,
after shot that made even Legolas enviously despair.
But there was a rumor of one Red Keep boat,
that full of wildfire did lord Stannis smote.
Of course this is slander of lowest repute,
and let me this slander for Bronn now refute.
For arrow it was not the wildfire's might,
that on grim Blackwater set matters to right.