Theon

           TherewasnosafeanchorageatPyke,butTheonGreyjoywishedtolookonhisfather’scastlefromthesea,toseeitashehadseenitlast,tenyearsbefore,whenRobertBaratheon’swargalleyhadbornehimawaytobeawardofEddardStark.Onthatdayhehadstoodbesidetherail,listeningtothestrokeoftheoarsandthepoundingofthemaster’sdrumwhilehewatchedPykedwindleinthedistance.Nowhewantedtoseeitgrowlarger,torisefromtheseabeforehim.

           Obedienttohiswishes,theMyrahambeatherwaypastthepointwithhersailssnappingandhercaptaincursingthewindandhiscrewandthefolliesofhighbornlordlings.Theondrewthehoodofhiscloakupagainstthespray,andlookedforhome.

           Theshorewasallsharprocksandgloweringcliffs,andthecastleseemedonewiththerest,itstowersandwallsandbridgesquarriedfromthesamegrey-blackstone,wetbythesamesaltwaves,festoonedwiththesamespreadingpatchesofdarkgreenlichen,speckledbythedroppingsofthesameseabirds.ThepointoflandonwhichtheGreyjoyshadraisedtheirfortresshadoncethrustlikeaswordintothebowelsoftheocean,butthewaveshadhammeredatitdayandnightuntilthelandbrokeandshattered,thousandsofyearspast.Allthatremainedwerethreebareandbarrenislandsandadozentoweringstacksofrockthatrosefromthewaterlikethepillarsofsomeseagod’stemple,whiletheangrywavesfoamedandcrashedamongthem.

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