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Theon

           Finallyacolumnofmountedmenrodeoutofthedriftingsmoke.Attheirheadwasaknightindarkarmor.Hisroundedhelmgleamedasullenred,andapalepinkcloakstreamedfromhisshoulders.Outsidethemaingatehereinedup,andoneofhismenshoutedforthecastletoopen.

           "Areyoufriendorfoe?"BlackLorrenbelloweddown.

           "Wouldafoebringsuchfinegifts?"RedHelmwavedahand,andthreecorpsesweredumpedinfrontofthegates.Atorchwaswavedabovethebodies,sothedefendersuponthewallsmightseethefacesofthedead.

           "Theoldcastellan,"saidBlackLorren.

           "WithLeobaldTallhartandCleyCerwyn."Theboylordhadtakenanarrowintheeye,andSerRodrikhadlosthisleftarmattheelbow.MaesterLuwingaveawordlesscryofdismay,turnedawayfromthebattlements,andfelltohiskneessick.

           "ThegreatpigManderlywastoocraventoleaveWhiteHarbor,orwewouldhavebroughthimaswell,"shoutedRedHelm.

           Iamsaved,Theonthought.Sowhydidhefeelsoempty?Thiswasvictory,sweetvictory,thedeliverancehehadprayedfor.HeglancedatMaesterLuwin.TothinkhowcloseIcametoyielding,andtakingtheblack...

           "Openthegatesforourfriends."PerhapstonightTheonwouldsleepwithoutfearofwhathisdreamsmightbring.

           TheDreadfortmenmadetheirwayacrossthemoatandthroughtheinnergates.

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