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Theon

           Intheskybehindthecastle,thefineredtailofthecometwasvisiblethroughthin,scuttlingclouds.AllthewayfromRiverruntoSeagard,theMallistershadarguedaboutitsmeaning.Itismycomet,Theontoldhimself,slidingahandintohisfur-linedcloaktotouchtheoilskinpouchsnuginitspocket.InsidewastheletterRobbStarkhadgivenhim,paperasgoodasacrown.

           "Doesthecastlelookasyourememberit,milord?"thecaptain’sdaughteraskedasshepressedherselfagainsthisarm.

           "Itlookssmaller,"Theonconfessed,"thoughperhapsthatisonlythedistance."TheMyrahamwasafat-belliedsouthronmerchanterupfromOldtown,carryingwineandclothandseedtotradeforironore.Hercaptainwasafat-belliedsouthronmerchanteraswell,andthestonyseathatfoamedatthefeetofthecastlemadehisplumplipsquiver,sohestayedwellout,fartherthanTheonwouldhaveliked.AnironborncaptaininalongshipwouldhavetakenthemalongthecliffsandunderthehighbridgethatspannedthegapbetweenthegatehouseandtheGreatKeep,butthisplumpOldtownerhadneitherthecraft,thecrew,northecouragetoattemptsuchathing.Sotheysailedpastatasafedistance,andTheonmustcontenthimselfwithseeingPykefromafar.Evenso,theMyrahamhadtostrugglemightilytokeepitselfoffthoserocks.

           "Itmustbewindythere,"thecaptain’sdaughterobserved.

           Helaughed."Windyandcoldanddamp.Amiserablehardplace,intruth...

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