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Theon

           

           "RymolfStormdrunk?Agoodman,solongashe’ssober."Shesawmorefacessheknew,andcalledouttoapassingtrio,"Uller,Qarl.Where’syourbrother,Skyte?"

           "TheDrownedGodneededastrongoarsman,Ifear,"repliedthestockymanwiththewhitestreakinhisbeard.

           "Whathemeansis,Eldissdranktoomuchwineandhisfatbellyburst,"saidthepink-cheekedyouthbesidehim.

           "What’sdeadmayneverdie,"Esgredsaid.

           "What’sdeadmayneverdie."

           Theonmutteredthewordswiththem."Youseemwellknown,"hesaidtothewomanwhenthemenhadpassedon.

           "Everymanlovestheshipwright’swife.Hehadbetter,lesthewantshisshiptosink.Ifyouneedmentopullyouroars,youcoulddoworsethanthosethree."

           "Lordsporthasnolackofstrongarms."Theonhadgiventhematternolittlethought.Itwasfightershewanted,andmenwhowouldbeloyaltohim,nottohislordfatherorhisuncles.Hewasplayingthepartofadutifulyoungprinceforthemoment,whilehewaitedforLordBalontorevealthefullnessofhisplans.Ifitturnedoutthathedidnotlikethoseplansorhispartinthem,however,well...

           "Strengthisnotenough.Alongship’soarsmustmoveasoneifyouwouldhaveherbestspeed.Choosemenwhohaverowedtogetherbefore,ifyou’rewise."

           "Sagecounsel.Perhapsyou’dhelpmechoosethem."

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