Theon

           Theskywasagloomofcloud,thewoodsdeadandfrozen.RootsgrabbedatTheon’sfeetasheran,andbarebrancheslashedhisface,leavingthinstripesofbloodacrosshischeeks.Hecrashedthroughheedless,breathless,iciclesflyingtopiecesbeforehim.Mercy,hesobbed.Frombehindcameashudderinghowlthatcurdledhisblood.Mercy,mercy.Whenheglancedbackoverhisshoulderhesawthemcoming,greatwolvesthesizeofhorseswiththeheadsofsmallchildren.Oh,mercy,mercy.Blooddrippedfromtheirmouthsblackaspitch,burningholesinthesnowwhereitfell.Everystridebroughtthemcloser.Theontriedtorunfaster,buthislegswouldnotobey.Thetreesallhadfaces,andtheywerelaughingathim,laughing,andthehowlcameagain.Hecouldsmellthehotbreathofthebeastsbehindhim,astinkofbrimstoneandcorruption.They’redead,dead,Isawthemkilled,hetriedtoshout,Isawtheirheadsdippedintar,butwhenheopenedhismouthonlyamoanemerged,andthensomethingtouchedhimandhewhirled,shouting...

           ...flailingforthedaggerhekeptbyhisbedsideandmanagingonlytoknockittothefloor.Wexdancedawayfromhim.Reekstoodbehindthemute,hisfacelitfrombelowbythecandlehecarried."What?"Theoncried.Mercy."Whatdoyouwant?Whyareyouinmybedchamber?Why?"

           "Mylordprince,"saidReek,"yoursisterhascometoWinterfell.Youaskedtobeinformedatonceifshearrived."

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