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Theon

           

           TheonGreyjoystrodetowherehissisterwassprawled.Ashawaslaughingatsomethingoneofhermenhadsaid,butbrokeoffathisapproach."Why,‘tisthePrinceofWinterfell."Shetossedabonetooneofthedogssniffingaboutthehall.Underthathawk’sbeakofanose,herwidemouthtwistedinamockinggrin."OrisitPrinceofFools?"

           "Envyillbecomesamaid."

           Ashasuckedgreasefromherfingers.Alockofblackhairfellacrosshereyes.Hermenwereshoutingforbreadandbacon.Theymadeadealofnoise,asfewastheywere."Envy,Theon?"

           "Whatelsewouldyoucallit?Withthirtymen,IcapturedWinterfellinanight.Youneededathousandandamoon’sturntotakeDeepwoodMotte."

           "Well,I’mnogreatwarriorlikeyou,brother,"Shequaffedhalfahornofaleandwipedhermouthwiththebackofherhand."Isawtheheadsaboveyourgates.Tellmetrue,whichonegaveyouthefiercestfight,thecrippleorthebabe?"

           Theoncouldfeelthebloodrushingtohisface.Hetooknojoyfromthoseheads,nomorethanhehadindisplayingtheheadlessbodiesofthechildrenbeforethecastle.OldNanstoodwithhersofttoothlessmouthopeningandclosingsoundlessly,andFarlenthrewhimselfatTheon,snarlinglikeoneofhishounds.UrzenandCadwylhadtobeathimsenselesswiththebuttsoftheirspears.HowdidIcometothis?herememberedthinkingashestoodoverthefly-speckledbodies.

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