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Theon

           Theon’sheartwasinhismouthbythetimehewashalfwayacross.Alongwaybelow,thewavesthrewuptallplumesofsprayastheycrashedagainsttherock.Asaboy,heusedtorunacrossthisbridge,evenintheblackofnight.Boysbelievenothingcanhurtthem,hisdoubtwhispered.Grownmenknowbetter.

           Thedoorwasgreywoodstuddedwithiron,andTheonfounditbarredfromtheinside.Hehammeredonitwithafist,andcursedwhenasplintersnaggedthefabricofhisglove.Thewoodwasdampandmoldy,theironstudsrusted.

           Afteramomentthedoorwasopenedfromwithinbyaguardinablackironbreastplateandpot-helm."Youaretheson?"

           "Outofmyway,oryou’lllearnwhoIam."Themanstoodaside.Theonclimbedthetwistingstepstothesolar.Hefoundhisfatherseatedbesideabrazier,beneatharobeofmustysealskinsthatcoveredhimfoottochin.Atthesoundofbootsonstone,theLordoftheIronIslandsliftedhiseyestobeholdhislastlivingson.HewassmallerthanTheonrememberedhim.Andsogaunt.BalonGreyjoyhadalwaysbeenthin,butnowhelookedasthoughthegodshadputhiminacauldronandboiledeveryspareounceoffleshfromhisbones,untilnothingremainedbuthairandskin.Bone-thinandbone-hardhewas,withafacethatmighthavebeenchippedfromflint.Hiseyeswereflintytoo,blackandsharp,buttheyearsandthesaltwindshadturnedhishairthegreyofawintersea,fleckedwithwhitecaps.Unbound,ithungpastthesmalloftheback.

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