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Theon

           Thefoolstilldidnotknowhim.Heshouldhavewornhisgooddoublet,withthekrakenembroideredonthebreast.

           "You’llwanttobeoffsoon,toreachPykeaforedark,"theinnkeepersaid."Myboywillgowithyouandshowyoutheway."

           "Yourboywillnotbeneeded,"adeepvoicecalled,"noryourhorse.Ishallseemynephewbacktohisfather’shouse."

           Thespeakerwasthepriesthehadseenleadingthehorsesalongtheshoreline.Asthemanapproached,thesmallfolkbenttheknee,andTheonheardtheinnkeepermurmur,"Damphair."

           Tallandthin,withfierceblackeyesandabeakofanose,thepriestwasgarbedinmottledrobesofgreenandgreyandblue,theswirlingcolorsoftheDrownedGod.Awaterskinhungunderhisarmonaleatherstrap,andropesofdriedseaweedwerebraidedthroughhiswaist-longblackhairanduntrimmedbeard.

           AmemoryproddedatTheon.Inoneofhisrarecurtletters,LordBalonhadwrittenofhisyoungestbrothergoingdowninastorm,andturningholywhenhewashedupsafeonshore."UncleAeron?"hesaiddoubtfully.

           "NephewTheon,"thepriestreplied."Yourlordfatherbidmefetchyou.Come."

           "Inamoment,Uncle."HeturnedbacktotheMyraham."Mythings,"hecommandedthecaptain.

           Asailorfetchedhimdownhistallyewbowandquiverofarrows,butitwasthecaptain’sdaughterwhobroughtthepackwithhisgoodclothing."Milord."

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