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Theon

           Theonhadsufferedquiteenoughofhisuncle’sgloom.Heputhisspursintohishorseandtrottedonahead,smiling.

           ItwasnighonsunsetwhentheyreachedthewallsofPyke,acrescentofdarkstonethatranfromclifftocliff,withthegatehouseinthecenterandthreesquaretowerstoeitherside.TheoncouldstillmakeoutthescarsleftbythestonesofRobertBaratheon’scatapults.Anewsouthtowerhadrisenfromtheruinsoftheold,itsstoneapalershadeofgrey,andasyetunmarredbypatchesoflichen.ThatwaswhereRoberthadmadehisbreach,swarminginovertherubbleandcorpseswithhiswarhammerinhandandNedStarkathisside.TheonhadwatchedfromthesafetyoftheSeaTower,andsometimeshestillsawthetorchesinhisdreams,andheardthedullthunderofthecollapse.

           Thegatesstoodopentohim,therustedironportcullisdrawnup.Theguardsatopthebattlementswatchedwithstrangers’eyesasTheonGreyjoycamehomeatlast.

           Beyondthecurtainwallwerehalfahundredacresofheadlandhardagainsttheskyandthesea.Thestableswerehere,andthekennels,andascatterofotheroutbuildings.Sheepandswinehuddledintheirpenswhilethecastledogsranfree.Tothesouthwerethecliffs,andthewidestonebridgetotheGreatKeep.Theoncouldhearthecrashingofwavesasheswungdownfromhissaddle.Astablemancametotakehishorse.

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